Tonight, we set our clocks back an hour. Autumn is reaching its end. Winter is approaching. The sun is further away from us each day and its warmth lessens. The trees are ever more rapidly shedding their vividly-coloured tapestry of leaves. The migrating birds are gone. Outside my window, our two squirrels are hoarding horse chestnuts all day long. The light is changing and colours are fading. Nature is entering into its time of rest. We've come to the point of the year when the nights are longest, when we have more time in darkness than in daylight. This year, perhaps, we are each living that longest night with a greater intensity. These are dark times in the life of each and every person. This long, seemingly endless, time of pandemic and repeated lockdowns, is not easy. And my spirit is jangled - often. Tonight, as I sat in our convent chapel in the darkness, my spirit was not at peace. I cried. I told God what God knows already. In a quiet whisper, I poured ...
One Day Now more than ever, our world needs prayer, needs healing, needs beauty, needs reminders of its saving. Now more than ever, we need prayer, need healing, need beauty, need reminders of our saving, to save us from ourselves Open your mind and you will find those reminders. Open your eyes and you can see them Open your ears and you can hear them. Open your mouth and you can speak them or sing them. Open your heart and you will be them – for yourself, for others. Read the words the people in this video are singing and watch their faces - this is a prayer - for peace, for oneness, for an end to ‘othering’, for an end to division and violence and hatred, for us to know ourselves as brothers and sisters. One day, we will all be one ... may that day be soon This is Jesus' prayer: 'that all may be one' (John 17:21). It is my prayer. Make it your prayer too. One Day. That all may be one. Koolulam | One Day - Matisyahu | Haifa | Feb. 14th, 2018 "One day this all will ...
Four words towards the end of today’s reading at Mass really stood out: 'you are God's farm' (1 Corinthians 3:9). While the surrounding phrases are so familiar I could almost recite them verbatim, until today I have never noticed these four words. Of all days, they were particularly meaningful today. On the third anniversary of his death, my uncle Timmie was very much in my heart. At morning prayer, I prayed in thanksgiving for his beautiful personality. So why did these words of St Paul’s strike me? Because my uncle Timmie was a farmer, because I grew up next door to his farm, because I spent hours in his company, in his home, on his land. St Paul reproaches the Corinthians for being ‘still unspiritual’, for missing the point: we are ‘co-workers with God’ but only God matters. It is God who makes things grow. This is something my uncle was keenly aware of and passed on to us. Were St Paul to meet him, he would surely recognise in Timmie a man who was ‘of the Spirit’, someo...
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