I spent a couple of hours during the week with the teachers in one of our Catholic primary schools.
The cross does not mean that I should simply put up with suffering, becoming co-dependant on a grossly unfair situation
had enough ?
But remember where the chapter began: Elijah praying: Lord, “I have had enough. Take my life”
this rich earth
A life lived abundantly will touch the reality of suffering and death daily.
Christ the King
The fact of our limited time on earth brings a clarity to our vision helping us to keep the struggles of earthly existence in a broader, deeper, eternal and loving divine perspective.
pray & heal
We are challenged by Jesus to forgive those who harm us, but as hard as we try we are unable to do this and often we don’t even want to forgive.
The one who embraces this journey soon discovers that the pathway provided is more personally tailored to us than any life we might create for ourselves.
the new life
I’ll never have the experience of a mother giving birth to a child and I’m ok with that, with mothers commenting that men have got no idea what real pain is.
Broken like a light-bulb, good for nothing? No! I’m broken like a jigsaw puzzle, full of potential and ready to become what I am created to be.
It only takes one person living uncompromisingly in relationship with Jesus Christ to begin a movement of renewal
my word your home
The heart of the home in years past was the hearth.
It was at the hearth that the family gathered for the warmth and light of the flame and the food that was prepared there.
The fire was treated with respect since the same flame which provided energy for the home could just as easily destroy it.
stand up look up
The Israelites in their forty years in the desert were journeying from captivity to freedom, but the struggle of their desert years made them vulnerable to attack from every temptation as today’s first reading continues
confident in God
I’m not sure if children today are told the great story of the Emperor’s New Clothes, but if not let’s make sure that the parable is taught at all schools of higher learning.
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.