Julian Carron
here’s hoping

here’s hoping

Hope begins in the personal meeting with a divine presence-made-flesh, and encountered in the messy and imperfect reality of our daily experience.

the potter

the potter

“Others do not create problems for us; Others make us aware of the problems we have.” 

all is well

all is well

While we say that fear is an emotion we don’t like and seek to avoid, many people seem irrationally attracted to what instills and aggravates fear.

listen in the car

listen in the car

I rarely get the opportunity to read as much as I would like to. I have a stack of books and articles waiting to be read both in my office and  piled beside the bed....

disarming beauty

disarming beauty

Too often we see Christian faith presented as and reduced to moralistic and legalistic adherence to cultural norms and moral ideals. However our experience of life with...

weekend reading

weekend reading

I thought readers might appreciate some inspiring weekend reading. Recently Fr Julian Carron's book Disarming Beauty was published in English. It's release is timely as...

what about now?

what about now?

Pope Francis never ceases to amaze us. Speaking at the December 17 General Audience, he said, “The Incarnation of the Son of God opens a new beginning in the universal...

eager running

eager running

It has been an inspiration and a privilege in recent weeks to spend time reflecting on the reality of the resurrection of Jesus with several different groups. For too...

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sense-able ?

sense-able ?

With ears that are tuned to diverse frequencies I begin to delight in different dialects

tuning in

tuning in

If you saw a burning bush, would you (a) call 911, (b) get the hot dogs, or (c) recognise God?

Christ the King

Christ the King

Love casts out fear. But so do several other things — ignorance, alcohol, passion, presumption, and stupidity.

what do you want

what do you want

Miracles always happen – visible at times only to the trained eye and heart

All Souls

All Souls

By looking at the graves, before which countless memories return, we remember how they lived, what they loved