Monthly Archives: March 2013

Nothing, nor anything else

A grace-filled daily reflection from a colleague got me thinking. He was writing about those wonderful words of Paul, which are included in the little rationale for joy and grief coexisting at funerals which is included in our Book of … Continue reading

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Some things make me sad

Some things make me sigh. Recently, I admitted that I did not believe that I would ever fully understand the Resurrection, or the Incarnation, or God, or the Sacraments… We are called to love God with all of our minds, … Continue reading

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Year C Lent 4: The hungry sons

I’ve been thinking this week about titles for this story, this famous parable of Jesus, so familiar and so well-thumbed that we defy ourselves to find anything new in it. I do wonder if it needs a new title. “The … Continue reading

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Hungry

My brother was one of those children – maybe you were, or maybe you had one like him – who would, from time to time, express his displeasure at his parents by leaving home. He would pack up his little … Continue reading

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Prodigal

“The Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.’” So Jesus told them a few stories, about things that were lost and then found, about a boy who got a little lost then found … Continue reading

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Year C Lent 3: manure and mercy

The thing about a parable is that it can be read from many different angles, with different results. Like those silhouetted pictures that can be a vase or a pair of faces, depending on where you place your focus, or … Continue reading

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David and other saints

St David’s in the seventies. A family walking the cliffs around the tiny city on the sea; well, they were walking, but she was skipping. She was, after all, six. She was lost in her own thoughts, as was often … Continue reading

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