My God, my God…
Years ago, when I was the catechetical coordinator at Immaculate Heart of Mary Parish, the parent of a child in year 5 called me with a question from her son. They had been to mass on Palm Sunday, and hearing in the Gosepl the same words used during the the responsorial psalm – “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” – the child asked, ‘Since Jesus is the Son of …
The Breaths of Life
Patience is not one of my virtues. Lack of it is probably one of my more glaring faults. While I have spent much time in my life praying for patience, persuaded to continue to do so by a priest friend when I was about to give up (or run the risk, he felt, of losing my trust in God’s willingness to respond to our prayers 😊) that particular prayer has not, as …
The Consoling Joy of the Gospel1
In a world that has not enough of any, the themes of Advent are significant – hope, peace, joy and love. This Sunday the focus is on joy. The prophet Isaiah, a key character of the season, reminds us of the ‘good news’ which he has been sent to proclaim, for which he is ‘greatly rejoicing.’ Mary, on arriving at her cousin Elizabeth’s home, responds to Elizabeth’s greeting with her …
Love is the Greatest Commandment
¯Love, love, love … all you need is love. ¯
The multitudes of songs and poems which talk about love is endless. As a reader, I can attest that it is also a common theme in many books, a universal concept, understood and lived out in a variety of ways. Love really does appear to make the world go round, as someone once said. We are a society …
Well this I am certain of, as I am not certain of much else: thank God I do not have the same friends as Jeremiah. “All my close friends are watching for me to stumble” he tells us. Maybe it is a little delusional of me, but I would like to think that my friends are always rooting for my success.
Jeremiah was born in the mid 600’s BC in Anathoth, near Jerusalem, the son of one …
I know very little about shepherds. In fact I would argue, that very few of us do. Frankly, I was shocked to discover that shepherds are still a real thing. That, although modern methods of farming have made protecting and herding sheep a lot easier, there are still many places in the world, including places in North America, where shepherds continue doing the job which has been done for thousands of years – one source indicated it may well …
For the weeks leading up to Lent, those of us at St. Elizabeth of the Trinity have been listening to Fr. Phil remind us what Jesus was trying to tell us through his Sermon on the Mount: that we are to be light, salt and blessing to the world; in fact, that we are light, salt and blessing. Then as we entered Lent we heard that our temptation is not to believe or live that. This Sunday, the story …
When I was a child our Christmas tree went up either on or just before December 24th, and came down January 6th, a day referred to by my parents as Old Christmas Day. Likely unbeknownst to them, my parents were in sync with the rhythm of the Church in their preparation for, and celebration of, Christmas. Despite the fact that the coloured lights that have graced our communities for most of December (or longer) have, mainly, been extinguished, for …
The rhythm of the Church is one which is all her own. We are invited to enter into that rhythm, but often find it hard to do so, influenced as we are by the secular world in which we live. This Sunday, the 33rd Sunday in Ordinary Time, is the second last of this liturgical year. Soon, very soon, we will begin preparations to welcome the Babe. Some may have already begun them. 🙂
The readings give a feeling …
“Homeless often ‘treated like dirt’” ran a headline in the September 8th edition of the Times & Transcript. It grabbed my attention, and I felt a pang of guilt.
The increasing number of homeless people appearing in our communities, particularly over the past few years, is disconcerting to see. Recently, returning to my car with women friends, parked a couple of blocks north of Main Street, following a performance at the Capitol Theatre, as we left …