The Place Nearest to Jesus

Dear Diary,

Today Robert picked us up as usual and right on time for Holy Mass. Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I were all ready when he came. The morning was quiet and fresh, and Mini acted as if she had important church business of her own.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about Jesus walking ahead of His disciples on the road to Jerusalem. Father said Jesus knew what was waiting for Him there. He knew He would suffer, be mocked, and die, but He kept going because He loved us so much.

Father said James and John wanted places close to Jesus in glory, but they did not understand yet that being close to Jesus also means staying close to Him when things are hard. That made me think. Sometimes I want to be near Jesus, but I do not always like the little crosses He sends.

Then Father LeRoy said something I liked very much. He said Jesus teaches us that the greatest person is not the one who gets the best place, but the one who serves. In Jesus’ kingdom, love is humble. It helps quietly. It does not need to be praised.

On the way home, Sister Mary Claire said that little acts of service count very much with God. Carrying something for someone, being patient, helping without complaining, or giving up our own way can all be little gifts to Jesus.

This afternoon I tried to remember that while doing my chores. I thought maybe being near Jesus can happen right in ordinary places — by the chicken coop, in the kitchen, in the truck, or even beside Mini when she wants attention.

Tonight I keep thinking of Jesus walking ahead. He was not leaving His disciples behind. He was leading them. I want to follow Him too, even when the road is not the easy one.
Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus,
please help me to follow You
with a humble and loving heart.

Teach me not to seek the first place,
but the place closest to You.

Help me to serve quietly,
to be patient with little crosses,
and to love without needing praise.

Please bless Father LeRoy, Robert, Sister Mary Claire, Mini,
and all of us at Camp Littlemore tonight.

Keep us near Your Sacred Heart
and lead us safely on Your road.

Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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A Reading from the Holy Gospel According to Mark 10:32-45

At that time, they were in the way going up to Jerusalem: and Jesus went before them, and they were astonished: and following were afraid. And taking again the twelve, he began to tell them the things that should befall him.

Saying: Behold we go up to Jerusalem, and the Son of man shall be betrayed to the chief priests, and to the scribes, and ancients, and they shall condemn him to death, and shall deliver him to the Gentiles.

And they shall mock him, and spit on him, and scourge him, and kill him: and the third day he shall rise again.

And James and John the sons of Zebedee come to him, saying: Master, we desire that whatsoever we shall ask, thou wouldst do it for us.

But he said to them: What would you that I should do for you?

And they said: Grant to us, that we may sit, one on thy right hand, and the other on thy left hand, in thy glory.

And Jesus said to them: You know not what you ask. Can you drink of the chalice that I drink of; or be baptized with the baptism wherewith I am baptized?

But they said to him: We can. And Jesus saith to them: You shall indeed drink of the chalice that I drink of; and with the baptism wherewith I am baptized you shall be baptized.

But to sit on my right hand, or on my left, is not mine to give to you, but to them for whom it is prepared.

And the ten hearing it, began to be much displeased at James and John.

But Jesus calling them, saith to them: You know that they who seem to rule over the Gentiles, lord it over them: and their princes have power over them.

But it is not so among you: but whosoever will be greater, shall be your minister.

And whosoever will be first among you, shall be the servant of all.

For the Son of man also is not come to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a redemption for many.

The Voice of the Shepherd

Dear Diary,

Today Robert picked the three of us up for Holy Mass at St. Mary’s as usual and right on time. Mini was ready before anybody, and she acted as if she had been appointed to make sure none of us missed Church. Sister Mary Claire had my missal and her prayer book tucked safely under her arm, and I had been thinking all morning about the little Morning Offering she translated from the 1776 German prayer book.

I started praying it this morning, and it felt very special to know that Catholics were praying from that little book so long ago, before our farm, before St. Mary’s, and before anybody ever knew there would be a Camp Littlemore. Sister Mary Claire does not have each day finished yet, but she hopes to have them done by the end of the week. I am glad, because I like beginning the day by giving everything to Jesus before the day even has a chance to get tangled.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about the sheepfold and the Good Shepherd’s voice. He explained that Jesus is not only the Shepherd who calls His sheep by name, but also the Gate through which the sheep must enter if they want to be safe. Father said that a sheep knows the voice of the one who loves it, feeds it, and protects it. But a strange voice makes the sheep afraid, because it does not belong to love.

I looked down at Mini under the pew when Father said that. Mini knows our voices exactly. She can be sound asleep, but if Sister Mary Claire says her name softly, one ear comes up. If I call her, she comes trotting as if she has been waiting for me all day. But if a stranger calls her too loudly, she looks back at us first, as if to ask, “Is this all right?” That helped me understand the Gospel a little better.

Father LeRoy said the world has many voices. Some voices want to pull us away from prayer, from Holy Mass, from obedience, from kindness, and from Jesus. But the voice of Jesus does not push or trick us. His voice calls us by name and leads us to green pasture, which Father said means grace, truth, peace, and life in our souls.

On the ride home, Sister Mary Claire said the Morning Offering is one way to begin the day by entering through the right Gate. She said when we offer Jesus our prayers, works, joys, and sufferings, we are saying, “Lord, lead me today. I want to hear Your voice first.”

I thought about that when we got back to Camp Littlemore. The farm was quiet, and even the ordinary things seemed to belong to God—the house, the chickens, the road to St. Mary’s, Robert’s faithful pickup, Sister’s prayer book, and Mini’s little paws pattering along beside us. I want Jesus to be the first voice I listen to in the morning and the last voice I remember at night.

Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus, my Good Shepherd,
thank You for calling me by name.
Help me to know Your voice
and not follow any voice that leads me away from You.
Let my Morning Offering help me give the whole day to You,
and keep Sister Mary Claire safe as she finishes the prayers
from the old German book.
Please guard Robert, Father LeRoy, Sister Mary Claire, Mini,
and all of us at Camp Littlemore tonight.
Please watch over Indian Creek,
Shaggycoat in his beaver lodge,
the opossums, raccoons, and all the baby critters
hidden safely down there in the dark.
Lead us through Your holy Gate
and give us the life You came to bring.
Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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A reading from the holy Gospel according to John 10:1-10

Jesus said: “Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber. But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as the shepherd calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.

When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice. But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers.”

Although Jesus used this figure of speech, the Pharisees did not realize what he was trying to tell them.

So Jesus said again, “Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate. Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.

A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.”

The Gospel of the Lord.

Mary, Mother of the Church

 

Dear Diary,

Today began with Holy Mass at St. Mary’s for the feast of Mary, Mother of the Church. Robert picked us up as usual and right on time, and Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I all rode together through the soft May morning. The trees were full of leaves, and everything looked washed and gentle after Pentecost, as if the Holy Ghost had breathed over the farm and left it quiet and holy.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about Our Lady standing by the Cross of Jesus. I always feel very still inside when I hear that reading. Jesus was suffering so much, but He still thought of His Mother and of us. He said to Mary, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then He said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” Father LeRoy said that at that moment, Jesus gave Mary to the Church as Mother. She was not only the Mother of Jesus, but also the Mother of all who belong to Him.

Father said that the Church was born from the pierced side of Jesus, when Blood and water flowed out. Sister Mary Claire explained afterward that the Blood reminds us of the Holy Eucharist, and the water reminds us of Baptism. That made me think of the little spring beginning from the rock wall in the  cave and flowing into the Indian Creek. Only this was far holier, because it came from the Heart of Jesus.

After we came home, I went out to my little garage getaway in the grove. Mini came with me, of course, trotting ahead as always. The garage still looked like a church from yesterday, with flowers and holy things placed about so carefully. It was still only our old garage, with weathered boards and a country smell, but somehow it felt like St. Mary’s had lent it a bit of its quietness for the day.

I knelt there with Mini close beside me, and my imagination began working before I could stop it. I pictured the old garage not as a garage at all, but as a tiny chapel hidden inside the grove. The Blessed Mother stood near the altar, not far away like someone in a picture, but near enough to be our Mother. Around her were children kneeling quietly, like little members of the Church. I imagined myself  being one of them, and Mini sitting as still as she could, almost like she knew this was a motherly feast and not a running-around feast.

Then I thought about St. John taking Mary into his home. I wondered what it would have felt like to hear Jesus say, “Behold, your mother.” If Jesus said that to me, I think I would want to make the whole house ready for her. I would sweep the floor, put flowers on the table, and try not to leave my books everywhere. But Sister Mary Claire said Mary does not only want a room in our house. She wants a place in our hearts.

So I asked myself if there is room for Mary in my heart. Not just a little corner for when I remember, but a real place, like St. John gave her. I think that is what this feast means for me. Jesus gives us His own Mother, and we are supposed to take her home with love.

Mini leaned against me while I prayed, and I put my arm around her. The garage was very quiet. The flowers outside nodded in the breeze, and the old boards creaked a little, as if even the garage was listening. I thought of Jesus on the Cross, giving everything, even His Mother, and I felt very small and very loved.

Tonight I am going to remember that I am not motherless in the Church. Mary is my Mother because Jesus said so. And if He gave her to us from the Cross, then He must want us to trust her very much.

Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus, thank You for giving us Your Mother. to guard over Your Church, please take me into your care and help me love Jesus with a faithful heart. Watch over Sister Mary Claire, Robert, Mini, and all of us here. Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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A reading from the holy Gospel according to John 19:25-34

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his ­mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.

When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.”

Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.”

And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

After this, aware that everything was now finished, in order that the Scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I thirst.”

There was a vessel filled with common wine.

So they put a sponge soaked in wine on a sprig of hyssop and put it up to his mouth.

When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, “It is finished.”

And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.

Now since it was preparation day, in order that the bodies might not remain on the cross on the sabbath, for the sabbath day of that week was a solemn one, the Jews asked Pilate that their legs be broken and they be taken down.

So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and then of the other one who was crucified with Jesus.

But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs, but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately Blood and water flowed out.

The Gospel of the Lord.

The Feast of Pentecost

 

Dear Diary,

Today began with Holy Mass at St. Mary’s for the Feast of Pentecost. Robert picked us up as usual and right on time, and Mini came along happily, sitting close as if she knew it was a great feast day. The morning was soft and bright, with May flowers everywhere and the trees in the grove looking fresh and full. I kept thinking that even the blossoms looked like little flames, though gentle ones.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about the disciples being shut inside with the doors locked because they were afraid. Then Jesus came and stood in their midst and said, “Peace be with you.” Father LeRoy said that Jesus did not wait until they were brave before He came to them. He came right into their fear and gave them peace. Then He breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” Father said the Holy Spirit comes quietly and strongly, and He makes frightened hearts brave.

After Mass, when we came home, I could not stop thinking about the locked room. I walked out to the old garage in the grove, and Mini came along, of course. The garage is not locked like the disciples’ room was, but it is quiet and tucked away, and sometimes it feels like a little room God saved for prayer. The peeling white boards looked old and humble, and the flowers around it made it seem like Heaven had leaned down close to earth.

When I stood in the doorway, my imagination became very busy. I pictured the garage full of children dressed like little apostles, kneeling around Our Lady. Mary was so still and prayerful in the middle, like she knew how to wait for God better than anyone. Above them was the Holy Ghost, like a white dove, and bright golden light came down through the air. Little flames rested above their heads, but they were gentle flames, not scary ones. They were like love made visible.

Mini sat beside me and looked into the garage as if she could see it too. Her ears were perked up, and she was very quiet. I whispered, “Peace be with you,” because that is what Jesus said first. I think He knew peace had to come before courage. Then I thought of how He sent the apostles out after giving them the Holy Spirit. He did not just comfort them so they could stay hidden. He comforted them so they could go.

I wondered if Pentecost can happen in small ways at Camp Littlemore too. Maybe the Holy Spirit helps me tell the truth when I am scared, pray when I am distracted, be kind when I would rather be cross, and love Jesus even when I cannot see Him with my eyes. Maybe He can make a little farm girl brave, just like He made the apostles brave.

This evening, I am going to remember that Jesus can come through locked doors. He can come through worried thoughts, shy feelings, and even places in my heart I keep closed. And when He comes, He still says, “Peace be with you.”

Evening Prayer

Dear Holy Spirit, please come into my heart like You came at Pentecost. Give me peace when I am afraid, courage when I am weak, and love for Jesus in everything I do. Stay with Sister Mary Claire, Robert, Mini, and all of us at Camp Littlemore. Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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A reading from
the holy Gospel according to John 20:19-23

On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them, and whose sins you retain are retained.”

The Gospel of the Lord.

Saturday — “You Follow Me

 

Dear Diary,

Today began with Robert picking the three of us up for Church as usual and right on time. Another inch of rain had fallen during the night, and Camp Littlemore was soaked through. The yard was soft, the ditches were full, the road to St. Mary’s was muddy and it was still raining. Mini came along happily, though I think she already knew the steep cave path would not be a possibility today.

On the ride to Mass, the fields looked dark and rich from all the rain. Robert drove carefully, and I thought how rain can be both a blessing and a bother. It helps everything grow, but it can also keep a girl and her Corgi from visiting a very beloved cave.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about St. Peter asking Jesus, “Lord, what about him?” Father said Peter had just been told to follow Jesus, but then he looked over at John and wondered about someone else’s road. Jesus answered, “What concern is it of yours? You follow me.”

Father LeRoy explained that Jesus was not telling Peter to stop caring about John. He was teaching him not to compare his calling with another person’s. Each soul has its own path with Jesus. Some teach, some pray, some serve quietly, and some write down what they have seen, like St. John. Father said we can waste too much time looking sideways, when Jesus is standing before us saying, “You follow Me.”

That made me feel a little corrected inside. Sometimes I wonder why Sister Mary Claire understands holy things faster than I do. But today I thought Jesus is not asking me to be Sister Mary Claire. He is asking me to be Kathy, with my own little heart, my own prayers, my own chores, and Mini beside me.

After Mass, Robert drove us home through the wet countryside. On the way up to the house, Mini trotted ahead of us as if she had been appointed leader of the pack. Sister Mary Claire laughed and said, “Look, Kathy, Mini is giving us a little Gospel lesson.” Mini led the way with her wet little paws and soaked up fur coat while Sister Mary Claire and I followed behind. It made me smile, because we were all following someone, and it reminded me that our true Leader is Jesus.

Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus,
help me not to compare my road with anyone else’s.
Help me hear Your gentle words,
“You follow Me.”
Let me follow You in my prayers,
my chores,
and my little joys.
Keep Sister Mary Claire, Robert, Mini, and me close to You tonight.
Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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Gospel Reading

Peter turned and saw the disciple following whom Jesus loved,
the one who had also reclined upon his chest during the supper
and had said, “Master, who is the one who will betray you?”
When Peter saw him, he said to Jesus, “Lord, what about him?”
Jesus said to him, “What if I want him to remain until I come?
What concern is it of yours?
You follow me.”

So the word spread among the brothers that that disciple would not die.
But Jesus had not told him that he would not die,
just “What if I want him to remain until I come?
What concern is it of yours?”

It is this disciple who testifies to these things
and has written them, and we know that his testimony is true.
There are also many other things that Jesus did,
but if these were to be described individually,
I do not think the whole world would contain the books
that would be written.

“Feed My Lambs”

Dear Diary

This morning Robert picked Sister, Mini and me up for Holy Mass. The morning felt quiet and prayerful, like the whole day was waiting for the Gospel.

At Mass, Father LeRoy read the Gospel about Jesus asking Saint Peter, “Do you love me?” He asked him three times, and each time Peter told Him yes. Then Jesus said, “Feed my lambs,” and “Tend my sheep,” and “Feed my sheep.”

Father LeRoy explained it so kindly that I could almost see the morning by the sea, with Jesus standing near the fire after breakfast, looking at poor Saint Peter with such mercy. Peter had denied Him three times, and now Jesus let him say three times that he loved Him. Father LeRoy said Jesus was not trying to hurt Peter’s heart. He was healing it. Jesus was giving Peter his work back again.

Then Father LeRoy looked around the church and said, “Every one of us must answer that same question in our own way. Jesus asks, ‘Do you love Me?’ And if we say yes, He gives us someone to care for.”

I thought about that a long time.

On the way home from Mass, Robert said that feeding sheep does not always mean standing in a pasture with a bucket. Sometimes it means helping somebody’s soul not go hungry.

Sister Mary Claire said, “Kathy, lambs are the little ones, the weak ones, and the ones who need gentleness. Jesus never asks love to sit still. Love always becomes care.”

That stayed in my mind all afternoon.

After dinner, I walked in back of the house to the old garage in the grove for a little while. Robert had fixed it up for me as a quick getaway, and it is one of the dearest places on the farm now. It is not fancy, but it feels holy to me. The old wooden walls hold the warmth from the stove, and the little altar table has flowers, a crucifix, and a candle and that is exactly how I want the place to be.

Mini trotted behind me through the grove and then hopped up near the bed as soon as we got inside. I had meant to tell her to keep off, but she curled herself into a little loaf and fell asleep almost at once. She looked so peaceful that I decided she could stay. Maybe tending sheep sometimes means letting a tired little corgi sleep where she feels safe.

I knelt at the kneeler with my rosary in my hands. The stove crackled softly, and the lantern made the whole garage glow golden.

I told Jesus that I do love Him, though not as much as I ought. I told Him I wanted to say it three times like Saint Peter, because sometimes my heart needs healing too.

“Dear Jesus, You know that I love You.”

Then I said it again.

“Dear Jesus, You know that I love You.”

And then a third time, very quietly.

“Dear Jesus, You know everything. You know that I love You.”

After that, I tried to think of who His lambs might be in my own little life. Maybe Mini, who trusts me. Maybe Omelette and the hens, who need feeding and fresh straw. Maybe the people who read the Gospel sheets. Maybe someone at church who feels lonely. Maybe even Sister Mary Claire sometimes, though she seems much more like a shepherd than a lamb.

I think Jesus was telling me that if I love Him, I must be kind where He has placed me. I must feed what is hungry, comfort what is tired, and help what is little. I cannot preach like Father LeRoy, but I can love Jesus in small farm-girl ways.

When I was finished praying, I looked at Mini asleep by the bed, and the whole room felt like a little answer to the Gospel. Jesus had asked Peter to follow Him. Maybe today He asked me too, right here in the old garage, with the stove warm, the candle burning, and Mini breathing softly in her sleep.

I hope I always say yes.

Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus,
You asked Saint Peter, “Do you love Me?”
Please ask my heart the same question every day.
Help me to love You by caring for Your little lambs,
by being gentle, faithful, and kind,
and by following You wherever You lead me.
Amen.

Love,
Kathy
Gospel Reading

Feed my lambs, feed my sheep.

A reading from the holy Gospel according to John 21:15-19

After Jesus had revealed himself to his disciples and eaten breakfast with them, he said to Simon Peter, “Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?” Simon Peter answered him, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my lambs.” He then said to Simon Peter a second time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Simon Peter answered him, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” He said to him, “Tend my sheep.” He said to him the third time, “Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Peter was distressed that he had said to him a third time, “Do you love me?” and he said, “Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep. Amen, amen, I say to you, when you were younger, you used to dress yourself and go where you wanted; but when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” He said this signifying by what kind of death he would glorify God. And when he had said this, he said to him, “Follow me.”

The Gospel of the Lord.

Ready for More Rain

Dear Diary

Today is Thursday, May 21st, and this morning Robert picked us up at the mailbox as usual and right on time. Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I were all ready, and the road still looked wet from the nice rain we had. The sky was gray again, and it looked like more rain was coming before long, so Sister Mary Claire made sure we had our raincoats with us. Mine was buttoned up, and Mini had her little place ready in the truck where she could stay dry.

Robert said the rain would make the fields green in a hurry, and Sister Mary Claire smiled and said that grace can be like that too. When God sends it, quiet little places in the soul can begin growing again before we hardly notice.

On the way to St. Mary’s, we talked about today’s Gospel reading because Sister Mary Claire and I had read it ahead of time. Jesus was praying for His disciples, but not only for them. He was praying for everyone who would believe in Him later. That means He was praying for us too. I liked thinking about that as we rode along the wet country road, watching the clouds gather low over the fields.

At Mass, Father LeRoy explained the Gospel in his homily. He said Jesus was praying that all who believe in Him would be one, just as He and the Father are one. Father said that this does not mean we all have the same work to do or the same place in life. It means we are meant to belong to God together, with love and peace in our hearts.

Then Father LeRoy said something I kept thinking about. He said, “Our Lord does not forget the little ones who will come after. He sees them, He knows them, and He prays for them before they even know how much they need Him.”

That made me feel very safe. Jesus prayed for His apostles long ago, but He also prayed for little girls in Iowa, and nuns, and kind neighbors named Robert, and all the people who come to Him with faith. He even knows about our wet fields, our raincoats, our little mailbox, and our quiet ride to church.

After Mass, the air felt heavy with more rain. Robert said we might get another good shower by evening, and I hoped the fields would drink it all in. I thought about Father LeRoy’s words and how Jesus wants our hearts to grow together in His love. The rain helps the farm grow, but prayer helps the heart stay faithful.

Tonight, Sister Mary Claire and I said our prayers quietly while the rain began tapping again. Mini settled herself nearby, glad to be warm and dry. I thanked Jesus for the rain, for the Gospel, for Robert’s kindness, for Father LeRoy’s homily, and for the way Our Lord prayed for us before we were even born.
Evening Prayer

Dear Jesus,
thank You for praying for us
and for keeping us close to Your Heart.
Make our hearts gentle, faithful, and united in Your love.
Help us grow in grace each day,
and keep us safe beneath Your care.

Amen.

Love,
Kathy

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Gospel Reading

A reading from
the holy Gospel according to John 17:20-26

Lifting up his eyes to heaven, Jesus prayed saying:
“I pray not only for these,
but also for those who will believe in me through their word,
so that they may all be one,
as you, Father, are in me and I in you,
that they also may be in us,
that the world may believe that you sent me.

And I have given them the glory you gave me,
so that they may be one, as we are one,
I in them and you in me,
that they may be brought to perfection as one,
that the world may know that you sent me,
and that you loved them even as you loved me.

Father, they are your gift to me.
I wish that where I am they also may be with me,
that they may see my glory that you gave me,
because you loved me before the foundation of the world.

Righteous Father, the world also does not know you,
but I know you, and they know that you sent me.
I made known to them your name
and I will make it known,
that the love with which you loved me
may be in them and I in them.”

The Gospel of the Lord.