GENERAL INTENTION

So that sport is an opportunity for fraternal encounters between peoples and contributes to the cause of world peace.

MISSIONARY INTENTION

For Christians to live the following of the Gospel by giving testimony of faith, honesty and love for others.

INTENTION OF THE BISHOPS

Because we learn not only to give but also to receive from the poor we approach and help.

INTENTION OF THE PIOUS UNION

«Prayer for the summer and holiday period» Lord, while I thank you for the summer rest, I remember those who don't have it and would like it; but also of those who have a lot of it and don't know what to do with it. Sir, have you ever had holidays? Put that way, I think not. You filled your "important" time with silence and conversations with the Father, but also with visits to friends, meetings with families, trips to each village. The time of rest is sacred, because it heals, teaches, prepares, makes wise, refines. Lord, give silence and peace to my time of rest. Dona finally meets without haste with the brothers I cross paths with. Push me to places where visits are rare and hasty: hospitals, hospices, houses crossed by pain. I will come out of this more at peace, and I already know why. Lord, rest in prayer is not the emptiness of everything, but the fullness of You. it is a time for celebration, praise and gratitude. it is the eighth instant, like the one that followed the creation of everything. It is not absence, but presence. Of the world and creatures. Of myself, of the other, of You. So be it.

The prayer of the elderly

I loved you late, oh Lord, oh beauty so ancient and so new; late I loved you! Behold, you were inside me and I was outside; and there I was looking for you. Deformed as I was, I threw myself on these beautiful things that you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Your creatures kept me away from you, who would not exist if they were not rooted in you. You called me, you shouted, and you overcame my deafness. You have flashed, you have shone, and you have dispelled my blindness. You have spread your fragrance, I have breathed it, and now I long for you. I have tasted you, and I am hungry and thirsty. You have touched me, and I long for your peace. When I adhere to you with all of myself, there will no longer be room for pain and fatigue, and my life will be alive, completely full of you. It is a fact that you lift up whom you fill; and since I am not yet full of you, I am a burden to myself. In me my deplorable joys contrast with my sadnesses in which I should rejoice, and I don't know on which side the victory lies. From the Confessions of Saint Augustine.