FIRST FRIDAY OF THE THIRTY-FIRST WEEK IN ORDINARY TIME, NOVEMBER 6, 2026

MASS READINGS;

Gospel

Luke 16:1-8

Jesus said to his disciples, “A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property. He summoned him and said, ‘What is this I hear about you?Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.’ The steward said to himself, ‘What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me? I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg.I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.’ He called in his master’s debtors one by one. To the first he said, ‘How much do you owe my master?’ He replied, ‘One hundred measures of olive oil.’ He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.’ Then to another he said, ‘And you, how much do you owe?’ He replied, ‘One hundred measures of wheat.’  He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note; write one for eighty.’ And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently. For the children of this world are more prudent in dealing with their own generation than the children of light.”

REFLECTION

acting prudently.

The dishonest steward prepared for his earthly future. Are we preparing for our earthly future or our eternal home?

During this month of All Souls, we are reminded on this First Friday that our earthly life is temporary and that one day we, too, will stand before God to give an account of how we have lived, loved, and used the gifts entrusted to us.

The Sacred Heart of Jesus is burning with love and mercy, and invites us to repentance, reparation, and a deeper love for Him.

Attend Mass, receive Holy Communion, offer our First Friday prayers, visit the cemetery, and pray for the souls in purgatory. Let us remember the souls in purgatory can no longer earn merit for themselves but who benefit from our prayers and the mercy of God.

Psalm 6 — A Prayer for Mercy and Healing

One of the Seven Penitential Psalms

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger or punish me in your wrath.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am tottering;

help me, O Lord, for my body is in agony.

My soul is also filled with anguish.

But you, O Lord--how long?

Turn, O Lord, and deliver my soul;

save me because of your kindness.

For among the dead, who remembers you?

In the netherworld who sings your praises?

I am exhausted from my sighing;

every night I flood my bed with my tears

and I soak my couch with my weeping.

My eyes grow dim becasue of my grief;

they are worn out becasue of all my foes

Depart from me all you evildoers,

for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

The Lord has listened to my pleas;

the Lord has accepted my prayer

All my enemies will be shamed and terrified;

they will flee in utter confusion.

God Bless You