Friday 18 November 2022 DAILY LECTIONARY

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Friday 18 November 2022  

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Malachi 3:1-12

See, I am sending my messenger to prepare the way before me, and the
Lord whom you seek will suddenly come to his temple. The messenger of
the covenant in whom you delight—indeed, he is coming, says the Lord
of hosts. But who can endure the day of his coming, and who can stand
when he appears?

For he is like a refiner’s fire and like fullers’ soap; he will
sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the
descendants of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, until they
present offerings to the Lord in righteousness.* Then the offering of
Judah and Jerusalem will be pleasing to the Lord as in the days of old
and as in former years.

 Then I will draw near to you for judgement; I will be swift to bear
witness against the sorcerers, against the adulterers, against those
who swear falsely, against those who oppress the hired workers in
their wages, the widow, and the orphan, against those who thrust aside
the alien, and do not fear me, says the Lord of hosts.

 For I the Lord do not change; therefore you, O children of Jacob,
have not perished. Ever since the days of your ancestors you have
turned aside from my statutes and have not kept them. Return to me,
and I will return to you, says the Lord of hosts. But you say, ‘How
shall we return?’
 Will anyone rob God? Yet you are robbing me! But you say, ‘How are
we robbing you?’ In your tithes and offerings! You are cursed with a
curse, for you are robbing me—the whole nation of you! Bring the
full tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in my house,
and thus put me to the test, says the Lord of hosts; see if I will not
open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you an
overflowing blessing. I will rebuke the locust* for you, so that it
will not destroy the produce of your soil; and your vine in the field
shall not be barren, says the Lord of hosts. Then all nations will
count you happy, for you will be a land of delight, says the Lord of
James 5:7-12

Be patient, therefore, beloved,* until the coming of the Lord. The
farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth, being patient with
it until it receives the early and the late rains. You also must be
patient. Strengthen your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is near.*
Beloved,* do not grumble against one another, so that you may not be
judged. See, the Judge is standing at the doors! As an example of
suffering and patience, beloved,* take the prophets who spoke in the
name of the Lord. Indeed we call blessed those who showed endurance.
You have heard of the endurance of Job, and you have seen the purpose
of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful.

 Above all, my beloved,* do not swear, either by heaven or by earth
or by any other oath, but let your ‘Yes’ be yes and your ‘No’
be no, so that you may not fall under condemnation.
Luke 18:1-8

Then Jesus* told them a parable about their need to pray always and
not to lose heart. He said, ‘In a certain city there was a judge who
neither feared God nor had respect for people. In that city there was
a widow who kept coming to him and saying, “Grant me justice against
my opponent.” For a while he refused; but later he said to himself,
“Though I have no fear of God and no respect for anyone, yet because
this widow keeps bothering me, I will grant her justice, so that she
may not wear me out by continually coming.” ’* And the Lord said,
‘Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God grant
justice to his chosen ones who cry to him day and night? Will he delay
long in helping them? I tell you, he will quickly grant justice to
them. And yet, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on
Morning Psalms:  Psalm 102

Psalm 102

Hear my prayer, O Lord;
   let my cry come to you. 
Do not hide your face from me
   on the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
   answer me speedily on the day when I call. 

For my days pass away like smoke,
   and my bones burn like a furnace. 
My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
   I am too wasted to eat my bread. 
Because of my loud groaning
   my bones cling to my skin. 
I am like an owl of the wilderness,
   like a little owl of the waste places. 
I lie awake;
   I am like a lonely bird on the housetop. 
All day long my enemies taunt me;
   those who deride me use my name for a curse. 
For I eat ashes like bread,
   and mingle tears with my drink, 
because of your indignation and anger;
   for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside. 
My days are like an evening shadow;
   I wither away like grass. 

But you, O Lord, are enthroned for ever;
   your name endures to all generations. 
You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
   for it is time to favour it;
   the appointed time has come. 
For your servants hold its stones dear,
   and have pity on its dust. 
The nations will fear the name of the Lord,
   and all the kings of the earth your glory. 
For the Lord will build up Zion;
   he will appear in his glory. 
He will regard the prayer of the destitute,
   and will not despise their prayer. 

Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
   so that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord: 
that he looked down from his holy height,
   from heaven the Lord looked at the earth, 
to hear the groans of the prisoners,
   to set free those who were doomed to die; 
so that the name of the Lord may be declared in Zion,
   and his praise in Jerusalem, 
when peoples gather together,
   and kingdoms, to worship the Lord. 

He has broken my strength in mid-course;
   he has shortened my days. 
‘O my God,’ I say, ‘do not take me away
   at the mid-point of my life,
you whose years endure
   throughout all generations.’ 

Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
   and the heavens are the work of your hands. 
They will perish, but you endure;
   they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away; 
   but you are the same, and your years have no end. 
The children of your servants shall live secure;
   their offspring shall be established in your presence.
Evening Psalms:  Psalm 107:1-32

Psalm 107:1-32

O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
   for his steadfast love endures for ever. 
Let the redeemed of the Lord say so,
   those he redeemed from trouble 
and gathered in from the lands,
   from the east and from the west,
   from the north and from the south.* 

Some wandered in desert wastes,
   finding no way to an inhabited town; 
hungry and thirsty,
   their soul fainted within them. 
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
   and he delivered them from their distress; 
he led them by a straight way,
   until they reached an inhabited town. 
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
   for his wonderful works to humankind. 
For he satisfies the thirsty,
   and the hungry he fills with good things. 

Some sat in darkness and in gloom,
   prisoners in misery and in irons, 
for they had rebelled against the words of God,
   and spurned the counsel of the Most High. 
Their hearts were bowed down with hard labour;
   they fell down, with no one to help. 
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
   and he saved them from their distress; 
he brought them out of darkness and gloom,
   and broke their bonds asunder. 
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
   for his wonderful works to humankind. 
For he shatters the doors of bronze,
   and cuts in two the bars of iron. 

Some were sick* through their sinful ways,
   and because of their iniquities endured affliction; 
they loathed any kind of food,
   and they drew near to the gates of death. 
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
   and he saved them from their distress; 
he sent out his word and healed them,
   and delivered them from destruction. 
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
   for his wonderful works to humankind. 
And let them offer thanksgiving sacrifices,
   and tell of his deeds with songs of joy. 

Some went down to the sea in ships,
   doing business on the mighty waters; 
they saw the deeds of the Lord,
   his wondrous works in the deep. 
For he commanded and raised the stormy wind,
   which lifted up the waves of the sea. 
They mounted up to heaven, they went down to the depths;
   their courage melted away in their calamity; 
they reeled and staggered like drunkards,
   and were at their wits’ end. 
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
   and he brought them out from their distress; 
he made the storm be still,
   and the waves of the sea were hushed. 
Then they were glad because they had quiet,
   and he brought them to their desired haven. 
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
   for his wonderful works to humankind. 
Let them extol him in the congregation of the people,
   and praise him in the assembly of the elders.

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