Holy Week

Holy Week is well and truly upon us. Yesterday we enjoyed the funof a parade of palms and then dropped into the reading of the Passion Gospel. The end of that reading is silence, not the usual “Praise to you Lord Christ” – we have already embarked...

Getting the wobbles

When I was doing physical therapy recently I had to stand on one of those wobble boards. They are a particularly loathsome form of torture for someone with such terrible balance as I have. The most basic version of a wobble board is basically half a ball with wood on...

Quick eyed love

A few weeks ago, as I was wondering whether writing a daily meditation throughout Lent was really such a good idea, someone suggested to me that I use my photographs instead. This change of view from words to images has been good for me and pairing up pictures and the...

why run…..?

I was having a conversation with my son, who is in College, a couple of weeks ago. We were talking about being half way through things and that making them much easier. As we both run I gave the example of running two miles. Sometimes, somewhere around that half mile...

Miserable sinners?

Someone commented to me that they really did not think they were dust and did not like it. I get it, the words seem harsh and unremitting. “You are dust and to dust you shall return”, said solemnly as a goop of black stuff hits your forehead. Now,...