Saturday 2 October

Almighty God,
you have made us for yourself,
and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you:
pour your love into our hearts and draw us to yourself,
and so bring us at last to your heavenly city
where we shall see you face to face;
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 14.66-72
While Peter was below in the courtyard, one of the servant-girls of the high priest came by. When she saw Peter warming himself, she stared at him and said, ‘You also were with Jesus, the man from Nazareth.’ But he denied it, saying, ‘I do not know or understand what you are talking about.’ And he went out into the forecourt. Then the cock crowed. And the servant-girl, on seeing him, began again to say to the bystanders, ‘This man is one of them.’ But again he denied it. Then after a little while the bystanders again said to Peter, ‘Certainly you are one of them; for you are a Galilean.’ But he began to curse, and he swore an oath, ‘I do not know this man you are talking about.’ At that moment the cock crowed for the second time. Then Peter remembered that Jesus had said to him, ‘Before the cock crows twice, you will deny me three times.’ And he broke down and wept.

Psalm 79
O God, the heathen have come into your heritage;
   your holy temple have they defiled
      and made Jerusalem a heap of stones.
  The dead bodies of your servants they have given
      to be food for the birds of the air,
   and the flesh of your faithful to the beasts of the field.
  Their blood have they shed like water
      on every side of Jerusalem,
   and there was no one to bury them.
  We have become the taunt of our neighbours,
   the scorn and derision of those that are round about us.
  Lord, how long will you be angry, for ever?
   How long will your jealous fury blaze like fire?
  Pour out your wrath upon the nations that have not known you,
   and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon your name.
  For they have devoured Jacob
   and laid waste his dwelling place.
  Remember not against us our former sins;
   let your compassion make haste to meet us,
      for we are brought very low.
  Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name;
   deliver us, and wipe away our sins for your name’s sake.
  Why should the heathen say,
   ‘Where is now their God?’
  Let vengeance for your servants’ blood that is shed
   be known among the nations in our sight.
  Let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before you,
   and by your mighty arm
      preserve those who are condemned to die.
  May the taunts with which our neighbours taunted you, Lord,
   return sevenfold into their bosom.
  But we that are your people and the sheep of your pasture
      will give you thanks for ever,
   and tell of your praise from generation to generation.