We all struggle to forgive those who have hurt us, and those who have hurt those we love.
Sometimes the hurt is recent, but we can also carry resentment and hate for years and even for decades.
My lack of forgiveness rarely affects the one who has caused my pain, but it has a huge negative effect on me emotionally, physically, psychologically and therefore spiritually.
Put simply, the way I speak to me about me has the power to make or break my day.
God’s message and not some human thinking; and it is still a living power
Illness and suffering have always been among the gravest problems confronted in human life. In illness, a person experiences their powerlessness
This weekend I informed parishioners that after six years as the Parish Priest of the people of the Hurunui I will early next year take up new appointments based in...
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You may have noticed a quiet week here on the Food For Faith website. I have a good excuse. Last Tuesday, after spending a few days in pain and discomfort, I ended up...
Can you live without the sacraments? It seems obvious to answer this question with a ‘yes’. We all know many people who have never celebrated a sacrament, and they are...
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A few years ago I discovered the wonderful way that God uses my imagination in my prayer.
Such openness to imagination when seeking God does not take us away from reality into fantasy but instead brings me into what is most real and inescapably personal and intimate.
A couple of thousand years ago, a young Jewish woman was going about her normal morning routines, perhaps with a mixture of house and garden work, chatting with parents and neighbours, aware of the local drought, the sickness of a neighbour and annoyed by the neighbourhood’s lack of sleep caused by the Romans’ noisy party the night before, when God broke into her routine and entered her life in a new and powerful way.
Over the last month I have had the opportunity to work with many people across Aotearoa and further afield. In every retreat and seminar I have been with committed and faith-filled people who often feel as though they are on the periphery of the Church
It’s easy to make the mistake of seeing life as a treadmill, day after day ups and downs, a movement through time from youth to old age, then death and beyond.
Too often if feels as if we are helplessly captive carried along by the momentum of all that is expected of us and demanded from us, and we risk falling into an existence mode, a daily rhythm of survival, enduring, coping and so the treadmill rolls on.
Over the years, and even in recent months, weeks and days, I’ve prayed many prayers which have not been answered as I had hoped.
You’ve probably had the same experience: praying and wondering if and when or how your prayer will be answered.