Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity – 18 October

Collect
O God, forasmuch as without you
we are not able to please you;
mercifully grant that your Holy Spirit
may in all things direct and rule our hearts;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.  Amen.

Mark 10.35–45
James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came forward to him and said to him, ‘Teacher, we want you to do for us whatever we ask of you.’ And he said to them, ‘What is it you want me to do for you?’ And they said to him, ‘Grant us to sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in your glory.’ But Jesus said to them, ‘You do not know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, or be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?’ They replied, ‘We are able.’ Then Jesus said to them, ‘The cup that I drink you will drink; and with the baptism with which I am baptized, you will be baptized; but to sit at my right hand or at my left is not mine to grant, but it is for those for whom it has been prepared.’
When the ten heard this, they began to be angry with James and John. So Jesus called them and said to them, ‘You know that among the Gentiles those whom they recognize as their rulers lord it over them, and their great ones are tyrants over them. But it is not so among you; but whoever wishes to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be slave of all. For the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life a ransom for many.’

Psalms 142, 143.1–11
    I cry aloud to the Lord;
   to the Lord I make my supplication.
    I pour out my complaint before him
   and tell him of my trouble.
    When my spirit faints within me, you know my path;
   in the way wherein I walk have they laid a snare for me.
    I look to my right hand, and find no one who knows me;
   I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for my soul.
    I cry out to you, O Lord, and say:
   ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
    ‘Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low;
   save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
    ‘Bring my soul out of prison,
      that I may give thanks to your name;
   when you have dealt bountifully with me,
      then shall the righteous gather around me.’

    Hear my prayer, O Lord,
      and in your faithfulness give ear to my supplications;
   answer me in your righteousness.
    Enter not into judgement with your servant,
   for in your sight shall no one living be justified.
    For the enemy has pursued me,
      crushing my life to the ground,
   making me sit in darkness like those long dead.
    My spirit faints within me;
   my heart within me is desolate.
    I remember the time past; I muse upon all your deeds;
   I consider the works of your hands.
    I stretch out my hands to you;
   my soul gasps for you like a thirsty land.
    O Lord, make haste to answer me; my spirit fails me;
   hide not your face from me
      lest I be like those who go down to the Pit.
    Let me hear of your loving-kindness in the morning,
      for in you I put my trust;
   show me the way I should walk in,
      for I lift up my soul to you.
    Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies,
   for I flee to you for refuge.
      Teach me to do what pleases you, for you are my God;
   let your kindly spirit lead me on a level path.
      Revive me, O Lord, for your name’s sake;
   for your righteousness’ sake, bring me out of trouble.