PRAYER OF THE DAY

Prayer to Saint Aloysius Gonzaga,

Patron of Youth

Dear Christian youth,

you were a faithful follower of Christ in the Society of Jesus.

You steadily strove for perfection while generously serving the plague-stricken.

Help our youth today who are faced with a plague of false cults and false gods.

Show them how to harness their energies and to use them for their own

and others' fulfillment—which will redound to the greater glory of God.

Amen.

DAILY MASS READINGS

Memorial of Saint Aloysius Gonzaga,

Religious

Reading

2 COR 11:18, 21-30

Brothers and sisters:

Since many boast according to the flesh, I too will boast.

To my shame I say that we were too weak!

But what anyone dares to boast of

(I am speaking in foolishness)

I also dare.

Are they Hebrews? So am I.

Are they children of Israel? So am I.

Are they descendants of Abraham? So am I.

Are they ministers of Christ?

(I am talking like an insane person).

I am still more, with far greater labors,

far more imprisonments, far worse beatings,

and numerous brushes with death.

Five times at the hands of the Jews

I received forty lashes minus one.

Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was stoned,

three times I was shipwrecked,

I passed a night and a day on the deep;

on frequent journeys, in dangers from rivers,

dangers from robbers, dangers from my own race,

dangers from Gentiles, dangers in the city,

dangers in the wilderness, dangers at sea,

dangers among false brothers;

in toil and hardship, through many sleepless nights,

through hunger and thirst, through frequent fastings,

through cold and exposure.

And apart from these things, there is the daily pressure upon me

of my anxiety for all the churches.

Who is weak, and I am not weak?

Who is led to sin, and I am not indignant?

If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness.

Responsorial Psalm

PS 34:2-3, 4-5, 6-7

R. From all their distress God rescues the just.

I will bless the LORD at all times;

his praise shall be ever in my mouth.

Let my soul glory in the LORD;

the lowly will hear me and be glad.

R. From all their distress God rescues the just.

Glorify the LORD with me,

let us together extol his name.

I sought the LORD, and he answered me

and delivered me from all my fears.

R. From all their distress God rescues the just.

Look to him that you may be radiant with joy,

and your faces may not blush with shame.

When the poor one called out, the LORD heard,

and from all his distress he saved him.

R. From all their distress God rescues the just.

Gospel

MT 6:19-23

Jesus said to his disciples:

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,

where moth and decay destroy, and thieves break in and steal.

But store up treasures in heaven,

where neither moth nor decay destroys, nor thieves break in and steal.

For where your treasure is, there also will your heart be.

“The lamp of the body is the eye.

If your eye is sound, your whole body will be filled with light;

but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be in darkness.

And if the light in you is darkness, how great will the darkness be.”

SAINT OF THE DAY

June 21

St. Aloysius Gonzaga (1568-1591)

The Lord can make saints anywhere, even amid the brutality and license of Renaissance life. Florence was the “mother of piety” for Aloysius Gonzaga despite his exposure to a “society of fraud, dagger, poison and lust.” As a son of a princely family, 

he grew up in royal courts and army camps. 

His father wanted Aloysius to be a military hero.

At age seven he experienced a profound spiritual quickening. His prayers included the Office of Mary, the psalms and other devotions. At age nine he came from his hometown of Castiglione to Florence to be educated; by age 11 he was teaching catechism to poor children, fasting three days a week and practicing great austerities. When he was 13 years old he traveled with his parents and the Empress of Austria to Spain and acted as a page in the court of Philip II. The more Aloysius saw of court life, the more disillusioned he became, seeking relief in learning about the lives of saints.

A book about the experience of Jesuit missionaries in India suggested to him the idea of entering the Society of Jesus, and in Spain his decision became final. Now began a four-year contest with his father. Eminent churchmen and laypeople were pressed into service to persuade him to remain in his “normal” vocation. Finally he prevailed, was allowed to renounce his right to succession and was received into the Jesuit novitiate.

Like other seminarians, Aloysius was faced with a new kind of penance—that of accepting different ideas about the exact nature of penance. He was obliged to eat more, to take recreation with the other students. He was forbidden to pray except at stated times. 

He spent four years in the study of philosophy and had St. Robert Bellarmine as his spiritual adviser.

In 1591, a plague struck Rome. The Jesuits opened a hospital of their own. The general himself and many other Jesuits rendered personal service. Because he nursed patients, washing them and making their beds, Aloysius caught the disease himself. A fever persisted after his recovery and he was so weak he could scarcely rise from bed. Yet, he maintained his great discipline of prayer, 

knowing that he would die within the octave of Corpus Christi, three months later, at the age of 23.

OFFICE OF READINGS

O Lord, open our lips.

And we shall praise your name.

Invitatory Psalm

Psalm 94 (95)

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

Come, let us rejoice in the Lord,

let us acclaim God our salvation.

Let us come before him proclaiming our thanks,

let us acclaim him with songs.

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

For the Lord is a great God,

a king above all gods.

For he holds the depths of the earth in his hands,

and the peaks of the mountains are his.

For the sea is his: he made it;

and his hands formed the dry land.

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

Come, let us worship and bow down,

bend the knee before the Lord who made us;

for he himself is our God and we are his flock,

the sheep that follow his hand.

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

If only, today, you would listen to his voice:

“Do not harden your hearts

as you did at Meribah,

on the day of Massah in the desert,

when your fathers tested me –

they put me to the test,

although they had seen my works.”

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

“For forty years they wearied me,

that generation.

I said: their hearts are wandering,

they do not know my paths.

I swore in my anger:

they will never enter my place of rest.”

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

world without end.

Amen.

How wonderful is God among his saints:

come, let us adore him.

Hymn

Stanbrook Abbey Hymnal

In ancient times God spoke to us

Through prophets, and in varied ways,

But now he speaks through Christ his Son,

His radiance through eternal days.

To God the Father of the world,

His Son through whom he made all things,

And Holy Spirit, bond of love,

All glad creation glory sings.

Psalm 68 (69)

I am consumed with zeal for your house

I am wearied with all my crying as I await my God.

Save me, O God,

for the waters have come up to my neck.

I am stuck in bottomless mud;

I am adrift in deep waters

and the flood is sweeping me away.

I am exhausted with crying out, my throat is parched,

my eyes are failing as I look out for my God.

Those who hate me for no reason

are more than the hairs of my head.

They are strong, my persecutors, my lying enemies:

they make me give back things I never took.

God, you know my weakness:

my crimes are not hidden from you.

Let my fate not put to shame those who trust in you,

Lord, Lord of hosts.

Let them not be dismayed on my account,

those who seek you, God of Israel.

For it is for your sake that I am taunted

and covered in confusion:

I have become a stranger to my own brothers,

a wanderer in the eyes of my mother’s children –

because zeal for your house is consuming me,

and the taunts of those who hate you

fall upon my head.

I have humbled my soul with fasting

and they reproach me for it.

I have made sackcloth my clothing

and they make me a byword.

The idlers at the gates speak against me;

for drinkers of wine, I am the butt of their songs.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

world without end.

Amen.

I am wearied with all my crying as I await my God.

Psalm 68 (69)

For food they gave me poison,

and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

But I turn my prayer to you, Lord,

at the acceptable time, my God.

In your great kindness, hear me,

and rescue me with your faithful help.

Tear me from the mire, before I become stuck;

tear me from those who hate me;

tear me from the depths of the waters.

Do not let the waves overwhelm me;

do not let the deep waters swallow me;

do not let the well’s mouth engulf me.

Hear me, Lord, for you are kind and good.

In your abundant mercy, look upon me.

Do not turn your face from your servant:

I am suffering, so hurry to answer me.

Come to my soul and deliver it,

rescue me from my enemies’ attacks.

You know how I am taunted and ashamed;

how I am thrown into confusion.

You can see all those who are troubling me.

Reproach has shattered my heart – I am sick.

I looked for sympathy, but none came;

I looked for a consoler but did not find one.

They gave me bitterness to eat;

when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar to drink.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

world without end.

Amen.

For food they gave me poison,

and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Psalm 68 (69)

Seek the Lord,

and he will give life to your soul.

I am weak and I suffer,

but your help, O God, will sustain me.

I will praise the name of God in song

and proclaim his greatness with praises.

This will please the Lord more than oxen,

than cattle with their horns and hooves.

Let the humble see and rejoice.

Seek the Lord, and your heart shall live,

for the Lord has heard the needy

and has not despised his captive people.

Let heaven and earth praise him,

the seas and all that swims in them.

For the Lord will make Zion safe

and build up the cities of Judah:

there they will live, the land will be theirs.

The seed of his servants will inherit the land,

and those who love his name will dwell there.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

world without end.

Amen.

Seek the Lord,

and he will give life to your soul.

The Lord will teach us his ways

– and we shall walk in his paths.

First Reading

Judges 13:1-25

Again the Israelites began to do what displeases the Lord, and the Lord delivered them into the hands of the Philistines for forty years. There was a man of Zorah of the tribe of Dan, called Manoah. His wife was barren, she had borne no children. The angel of the Lord appeared to this woman and said to her, ‘You are barren and have had no child. But from now on take great care. Take no wine or strong drink, and eat nothing unclean. For you will conceive and bear a son. No razor is to touch his head, for the boy shall be God’s nazirite from his mother’s womb. It is he who will begin to rescue Israel from the power of the Philistines.’ Then the woman went and told her husband, ‘A man of God has just come to me; his presence was like the presence of the angel of God, he was so majestic. I did not ask him where he came from, and he did not reveal his name to me. But he said to me, “You will conceive and bear a son. From now on, take no wine or strong drink, and eat nothing unclean. 

For the boy shall be God’s nazirite from his mother’s womb to his dying day.”’

Then Manoah pleaded with the Lord and said, ‘I beg you, Lord, let the man of God that you sent come to us once again and instruct us in what we must do with the boy when he is born.’ The Lord heard Manoah’s prayer for favour, and the angel of the Lord visited the woman again as she was sitting in the field; her husband Manoah was not with her. The woman ran quickly and told her husband: ‘Look,’ she said, ‘the man who came to me the other day has appeared to me again.’ Manoah rose and followed his wife, and he came to the man and said to him, ‘Are you the man who spoke to this woman?’ He answered, ‘I am.’ Manoah went on, ‘When your words are fulfilled, what is to be the boy’s rule of life? How must he behave?’ And the angel of the Lord answered Manoah, ‘The things that I forbade this woman, let him refrain from too. Let him taste nothing that comes from the vine, let him take no wine or strong drink, let him eat nothing unclean, let him obey all the orders I gave this woman.’ Manoah then said to the angel of the Lord, ‘Do us the honour of staying with us while we prepare a kid for you.’ For Manoah did not know this was the angel of the Lord. The angel of the Lord said to Manoah, ‘Even if I did stay with you, I would not eat your food; but if you wish to prepare a holocaust, offer it to the Lord.’ Manoah then said to the angel of the Lord, ‘What is your name, so that we may honour you when your words are fulfilled?’ The angel of the Lord replied, ‘Why ask my name? It is a mystery.’’ Then Manoah took the kid and the oblation and offered it as a holocaust on the rock to the Lord who works mysteries.’ As the flame went up heavenwards from the altar, the angel of the Lord ascended in the flame in the sight of Manoah and his wife, and they fell face downwards on the ground. After this, the angel of the Lord did not appear any more to Manoah and his wife, by which Manoah understood that this had been the angel of the Lord. And Manoah said to his wife, ‘We are certain to die, because we have seen God.’ His wife answered him, ‘If the Lord had meant to kill us, he would not have accepted a holocaust and oblation from our hands; he would not have told us all these things.’ The woman gave birth to a son and called him Samson. The child grew, and the Lord blessed him; 

and the spirit of the Lord began to move him in the Camp of Dan, between Zorah and Eshtaol.

Responsory

The angel said to Zechariah,

‘Your wife will bear you a son,

and you shall call his name John:

he shall drink no wine nor any strong drink,

and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even from his mother’s womb,

for the boy shall be a Nazirite dedicated to God.’

The angel of the Lord appeared to the wife of Manoah and said to her,

‘You shall conceive and bear a son.

No razor shall come upon his head,

for the boy shall be a Nazirite dedicated to God.’

Second Reading

A letter from St Aloysius Gonzaga to his mother

God's mercies shall be my song for ever

May the comfort and grace of the Holy Spirit be yours for ever, most honored lady. Your letter found me lingering still in this region of the dead, but now I must rouse myself to make my way on to heaven at last and to praise God for ever in the land of the living; indeed I had hoped that before this time my journey there would have been over. If charity, as Saint Paul says, means to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who are glad, then, dearest mother, you shall rejoice exceedingly that God in his grace and his love for you is showing me the path to true happiness, 

and assuring me that I shall never lose him.

The divine goodness, most honored lady, is a fathomless and shoreless ocean, and I confess that when I plunge my mind into thought of this it is carried away by the immensity and feels quite lost and bewildered there. In return for my short and feeble labors, God is calling me to eternal rest; his voice from heaven invites me to the infinite bliss I have sought so languidly, and promises me this reward for the tears I have so seldom shed.

Take care above all things, most honored lady, not to insult God’s boundless loving kindness; you would certainly do this if you mourned as dead one living face to face with God, one whose prayers can bring you in your troubles more powerful aid than they ever could on earth. And our parting will not be for long; we shall see each other again in heaven; we shall be united with our Savior; there we shall praise him with heart and soul, sing of his mercies for ever, and enjoy eternal happiness. When he takes away what he once lent us, 

his purpose is to store our treasure elsewhere more safely and bestow on us those very blessings 

that we ourselves would most choose to have.

I write all this with the one desire that you and all my family may consider my departure a joy and favor and that you especially may speed with a mother’s blessing my passage across the waters till I reach the shore to which all hopes belong. I write the more willingly 

because I have no clearer way of expressing the love and respect I owe you as your son.

Responsory

You befriended my innocence, O Lord;

never more will you banish me from your presence.

Willingly did I lie forgotten in the house of my God,

rather than dwell in the abode of sinners;

never more will you banish me from your presence.

Let us pray.

Lord God, source of every grace,

you joined an innocent heart to a penitent’s sorrow

in the life of Saint Aloysius Gonzaga.

Grant, through his intercession,

that we, who have failed to imitate his innocence,

may follow his example of penance.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,

who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,

one God, for ever and ever.

Amen.

Let us praise the Lord.

– Thanks be to God.