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A Reflection for the Nineteenth Sunday of Ordinary Time

During my four years in Rome as the Spiritans’ General Secretary from 2013, I visited the catacombs of St. Callixtus many times. Just on the edge of these catacombs is a small church. It is there to mark the spot where allegedly Peter, fleeing Rome after the crucifixion of Jesus, encountered the risen Jesus heading back towards the city.

A Reflection for the Eighteenth Sunday of Ordinary Time

Storage, by Mary Oliver - When I moved from one house to another there were many things I had no room for. What does one do? I rented a storage space. And filled it. Years passed. Occasionally I went there and looked in but nothing happened, not a single twinge of the heart. As I grew older the things I cared about grew fewer, but were more important. So one day I undid the lock and called the trash man. He took everything. I felt like the little donkey when his burden is finally lifted. Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing – the reason they can fly.

A Reflection for the Seventeenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Years ago, I was in Burundi in southern Africa – doing some conflict-resolution work in a seminary at a place called Gitega. I was accepted by the students who were from the Hutu and Tutsi sides as they knew that I came from the border area of Ireland – Co. Monaghan to be precise – where the conflict in Northern Ireland touched us.