Nov. 13

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John 15:1-17

 “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. 2 Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. 3 Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. 4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. 5 I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. 6 If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. 7 If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. 8 By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. 9 As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10 If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11 These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.

12 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants,[t] for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. 17 These things I command you, so that you will love one another.

Psalm 31:9-18

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;

    my eye is wasted from grief;

    my soul and my body also.


For my life is spent with sorrow,

    and my years with sighing;

my strength fails because of my iniquity,

    and my bones waste away.


Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach,

    especially to my neighbors,

and an object of dread to my acquaintances;

    those who see me in the street flee from me.


I have been forgotten like one who is dead;

    I have become like a broken vessel.


For I hear the whispering of many—

    terror on every side!—

as they scheme together against me,

    as they plot to take my life.


But I trust in you, O Lord;

    I say, “You are my God.”


My times are in your hand;

    rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!


Make your face shine on your servant;

    save me in your steadfast love!


O Lord, let me not be put to shame,

    for I call upon you;

let the wicked be put to shame;

    let them go silently to Sheol.


Let the lying lips be mute,

    which speak insolently against the righteous    in pride and contempt.

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