A week of lectures in Bristol starts tomorrow.
Being in the West Country provides me with an opportunity to go to visit my grandmother on Thursday.
She is 93 now and is visibly frailer each time I see her. Sometimes it is hard to reconcile the figure of the aged lady sitting in the corner with the indestructible woman I remember from the past.
When she was diagnosed with bowel cancer fourteen years ago and had to undergo major surgery, I was affronted to find her in a geriatric ward …
Listening to a pop song that mentioned dreams yesterday, I wondered what dreams meant to people now.
Dreams are connected with winning the Lotto, with having a home in the sun, with meeting the perfect partner. It wasn’t always so.
In the past dreams were often troublesome.
In the Bible, dreams are a foretelling or a warning.Matthew writes of the wise men, “And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route”.On Good Friday, Matthew writes “While Pilate…
Sermon at Saint Matthias’ Church, Killiney, Co Dublin on the Sunday before Lent, 26th February 2006
âWhen they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, “Tell me, what can I do for you before I am taken from you?”
“Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit,” Elisha replied â? 2 Kings 2
I was trying to teach Religious Education to Sixth Class on Friday morning. It is mostly a vain effort, but I am always anxious that I will get to the gates of Heaven and Saint Peter …
Visiting a friend on Tuesday night, we were in maudlin mood. A young man he had known from childhood had thrown himself off a railway bridge, another death to add to our community’s terrible suicide rate.
We pondered times past, happy ones as well as sad, and somehow he got around to telling the story of the night the first child of another friend was born. He and the friend had sat on the green, drinking bottles of wine and singing Beatles songs until four in the morning, being joined …
Are we like rabbits caught in a car’s headlights?
Each day there seems a new story of an outbreak of bird flu; each day it seems that much closer to this small island.
Initially, I took little notice of the stories. There seemed to be authority in the voices of those who said that this was not a cause for alarm. There was no incidence of the flu being passed from one person to another; those who had succumbed had been in direct contact with infected poultry.
However, if there …
Time is strange.
Turning the pages of a dairy or turning over the sheets of a calendar, it all seems equal, but when you look back on it, there are definitely chunks of time that lasted much longer than others.
It is not just how long it lasts, either, it’s the order it came in. There are sections that were in the distant past that are fresh and clear and other bits much more recent that have become old and faded.
I once heard it suggested that all of time …