In these hours don Mario is returning to the home of the Father. Already we miss the beauty of his full-of-God gaze, his eyes alive with enthusiasm…

We are slow to learn that violence can never deliver the peace we seek…

With U2 playing in Auckland this weekend I’m appreciating the opportunity to savour not only their music but also some of Bono’s inspiring interviews…

We know that future generations will look back on us as primitive for treating explosives as a domestic treat…

Our challenge is perhaps that God is now too accessible for those of us who might prefer a distant and controllable God…

By looking at the graves, before which countless memories return, we remember how they lived, what they loved, what they feared, what they hoped for and what they hated…

On this day, the feast of All Saints, in the year 1541, Michaelangelo‘s Last Judgement was unveiled on the rear wall of the Sistine Chapel…

As a preparation for this November month of the Holy Souls you might appreciate this interview on life and death based on my own experience at the time of the deaths of my parents…

Christians have worked hard for the “kill-joy” reputation. Too often our proclamation of the Good News has little to do with Jesus Christ, and and is reduced to a moral and legal code focussed on rules, regulations and obligations…

Lorenzo shuffled in, overweight and dishevelled and wearing an ill-fitting and badly stained clerical suit dusted with ash from his last few cigarettes. He began with risqué joke…

Saints are not recognised for their passionless lack of obvious sins, but because of the transparency with which they face the entanglements of life…

It was a privilege to celebrate Mass this week with a few of the Year 13 students of our Christchurch Catholic colleges as they come to the end of their school-years…

You might like to try reading through the Gospel of Luke and then pick up the Acts of the Apostles which continues where the Gospel of Luke leaves off…

The emotional and therefore spiritual life of a person requires more fully matured senses, not childish undeveloped senses like the psalmist’s idols who  “have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but cannot see…

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see the distant scene; one step enough for me…