A hermit I know used to say, “When you stop falling you will be in heaven, but when you stop getting up, you will be in hell.” The fact of the matter is, we all fall. The secret of spiritual growth is how long we take to get up again.
Ever since Charlemagne was enthroned as Holy Roman Emperor in AD 800 Europe gradually became a safer place in which to live.
I was determined to leave my mark before leaving school, but, as I could not make it in the academic field, I decided that I would have to do it on the athletic field.
This is the world-shaking news that we are reminded of each Christmas as we celebrate the first coming of Christ in history so that he can come to us every day of our lives in mystery, to make his home within us here on earth.
When the Crusaders opened up the Holy Land to pilgrims, they set the scene for a new dawn in Christian Spirituality in the twelfth century.
Almost 25 years ago, I spent Christmas with a family who had one son who was adored by everyone. However, that Christmas there was another child present who had been semi-fostered.
St Bonaventure once said, “Contemplation is first learned at the mother’s breast.”
I want to let you into a secret. It is the secret of sanctity, and St Paul was the first to pen it.
In his book A Yankee at the Court of King Arthur, Mark Twain imagines the old and ailing King becoming a commoner, visiting his people, hoping to improve their lot.
I want to tell you about a criminal who escaped from justice even though he had committed terrible atrocities..
After Pope Innocent III had approved the rule of life that St Francis had presented to him, the little band of Brothers set out for home.
St Bonaventure described God’s love as A shaft of light that flashes out from the divine darkness, that suddenly enables a person to see the truth that they had never seen before.
It was in the church of St Mary of the Angels that a momentous event took place in the life of St Francis.
After the party when St Francis had a brief mystical experience, he began to visit churches and places of solitude where he could prayer. Firstly he went with a friend, and then on his own. He was tempted to believe that all his exertions were a waste of time. Then...
My family used to spend their summer holidays in our little cottage on the Yorkshire moors just below the mighty Ingleborough, which was the nearest thing I had ever seen to a mountain.
Pietro Bernadone, the father of St Francis, was proud of his son’s business skills. He was proud too that he was popular with his peers. He looked on with admiration to see the sons of the local aristocracy vying for his friendship and favour along with the other...
For the feast day of St Francis on the 4 October, I am beginning a series of blogs on the life of St Francis of Assisi.
Although Jesus was full of love and could communicate it to others whilst He was on earth, God’s plan was initially limited. In other words, in entering into a world of space and time, Jesus was necessarily limited by the laws of space and time. To put it simply, he...
Recently I wrote about the sacred touch used by the first Apostles and their successors to hand down the love that had been received by Jesus to successive generations.
Sometime ago I was speaking about what I called Mystical Premonitions or Touches of God