A Reflection for the Feast of Our Lord Jesus Christ, Universal King

A woman called Jean welcomes people into a local community centre inDublin. She asks people to sign in and shows them where to go. You turn away from her feeling loved, appreciated and walking tall. There’s magic in her smile and in her voice. A golden lady, illuminating the gold in everyone.

A Reflection for the 33rd Sunday of Ordinary Time

The November days inIrelandare short, the nights are long. There is little light. The darkness is great. This time prompts us to think of the shortness of life enveloped by the great darkness of all that is beyond us. When I was young I feared the dark of the night. Stories were told, lullabies sung, lights dimmed until sleep would come. Snuggled up in my favourite blanket I escaped the limitations of the day and entered into the world of dream to explore the mysterious world of goblins, and monsters, and all kinds of sticky things. In the safety of dream the limitations of the day were put to rest and the fears of life calmed. ‘To sleep, perchance to dream!’ How can we live without the freedom afforded by sleep?

A Reflection for the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord

In ancient Greek the verb baptizein means “to immerse, to submerge”. When sailors spoke of having baptised an enemy ship, they meant that they had sunk it. The Lord Jesus used the word baptism in reference to His death and burial. To be baptised means to participate in Jesus’ own death