The year that was I will remember Christmas 2018 with this picture of Jack, nine years old, captured in the wonder and excitement of a gift he half believed came directly in response to his Santa letter.
Needing Christmas December is my birthday month. It was a long time ago and I don’t recall my parents telling me any of the details that marked the day. Birth–day stories didn’t make it into our family stories.
10 Rules for life to become more human The older I get the less religious I seem to have become and conversely, the more I am appreciating the gifts that come with being human.
An unexpected ending A fortnight ago the publisher David Lovell died. The books he chose to publish reflected the Vatican 2 values he lived by, words that nurtured our spirits and gave a voice to people like me.
Stumbling saints and sassy sinners For every Francis of Assisi and Teresa of Avila there are thousands of others who all lived prayerful lives, imbued with the Gospel values of Jesus Christ. In other words – saints.
Spring mindfulness – Australian style There’s a scent of excitement around spring that’s not solely to do with football grand finals. Longer days and the promise of holidays are just around the corner.
In Jesus’ name My childhood Jesus has given way to a Man who knows what life is like.
All fired up Jesus said he came to scatter the earth with fire. That’s our Pentecost legacy.
Easter challenges me Culturally, theologically and liturgically, Easter continues to challenge me.
More than just a mum It sounds weird to say this out loud, but now I’m older than my mother.
What does God look like? In the 2016 census 29.6 % of the Australian population ticked the ‘no religion’ box. I swirl this fact around my brain for a while before I drift off into something that might be relevant to this fact.
About a Red Car It was a small red car, its paintwork pockmarked with tiny dints left in the wake of an unexpected hail storm. The insurance company said it was a write-off . . .
Visiting after dark If Nicodemus was around today he might have been a politician.
Autumn landscape That morning mist is how I sometimes catch a glimpse of who God is, of the relationship between God and me. I see, but I don’t see.
Faith is a slippery fish It’s easy to lose sight of the fact that faith is deeply personal, dynamic and living and changing, while religion is the way faith may be expressed.
Women on the Edge Jesus stuck his neck out for women, women like Peter’s mother in law. They belong to the “no-name” cast of women who people the pages of the four Gospels.
Snakeskin Our pasts are littered with the slipped skin of other times and places.