Our Morning Offering – 12 November – Tuesday of the Thirty Second week in Ordinary Time, Year C, Gospel: Luke 17:7-10
“So you also, when you have done all that is commanded you, say, ‘We are unworthy servants, we have only done what was our duty.’”… Luke 17:10
Not My Own
By St John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
My Lord,
I offer Thee myself in turn,
as a sacrifice of thanksgiving.
Thou has died for me
and I in turn make myself over to Thee.
I am not my own.
Thou has bought me –
I will,
by my own act and deed,
complete the purchase.
My wish is to be separated from everything
of this world,
to cleanse myself simply from sin,
to put away from me,
even what is innocent,
if used for it’s own sake
and not for Thee.
I put away reputation and honour
and influence and power,
for my praise and strength,
shall be in Thou.
Enable me to carry out what I profess.
Amen
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AnaStpaul 
We, indeed, are not our own. I bless you, my dearest, for hitting me right between my eyes with the inspired prose of St John Henry. For now I blink with moistened eyes.
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Amen – he is beloved of my soul.
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