Reflections

Remembering Oscar Romero

Forget him, he whose life was elegy, tasting and tracing death’s shadow. In touching it, he fought the umbrageous, audacious canopy it stretched over El Salvador, the death-squad-valleys so cruelly cooing with caracara, woodcreepers wounded by the weight of the noise, the Lete’s screeching flow he had so swam and strained against.

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St Francis de Sales - 2021

When I think of St. Francis de Sales the first word that comes to my mind is gentleness. Gentleness and humility are often seen as signs of weakness. But in reality only a person who is very strong can be humble and gentle. I don’t think anyone would describe Francis as weak once they have read of his experiences when he went to bring the protestant Calvinists back to the Catholic Church.

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The Baptism of the Lord - 2021

As I reflected on the image, I was very conscious that we celebrate the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord today. Christ is immersed into the waters of His baptism to reveal to each one of us His great loves for us. As He does so, the voice of the Father break forth, ‘You are my Son, the Beloved, my favour rests on you.’ (Mark 1:11) Christ then sets forth on His mission

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Good Friday 2019

They called him the good thief; and someone, somewhere at some time gave him the name Dismas. It is a dismal sounding name. Perhaps, I thought, it is so because of the sadness of his life? I only recently learned Dismas is a name given to him in the gospel of Nicodemus, an apocryphal writing, and the name means sunset or death. We do not know his age or his village. We do not know his crime, although over the centuries he has been called the good thief.

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Holy Week 2019

‘And then the beating began.’ The first words that burst forth, uninvited from ‘CocoJo’s lips when I met him on a glorious February afternoon a few weeks ago. I had dropped into the Medaille Safe House to deliver clothes donations from my local parishioners. Clearly in need of a listening ear, CocoJo approached me. Bearing his untouched cup of coffee in his hands, he recounted without bitterness how ‘his friends’ had said they were offering him a job and a better life in the U.K Now he was trapped in the back of a van

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