Shock, horror! I have just received a devastating email from a one-time fan to say that in my most recent article, ‘some of the stuff’ I wrote before was repeated.
The very reason why Christ sent out his love on the first Pentecost day was so that it could enter into all who would receive it.
Bishop Casey of Brentwood appointed me director of his retreat and conference centre in North London, Walsingham House, owned by Dominican sisters.
If I had not been working for several organisations in the USA for the past six years I might have thought Archbishop Vigano’s letters referred to in the Catholic media, as way over the top,
It was after Quietism (1687) was condemned that the faithful were left with a spirituality that was primarily a moral teaching, without the love derived from mystical contemplation that would enable a person to live that moral teaching.
This is the first year that I did not have a Christmas Card from Sr Wendy Beckett.
Throughout his life St Francis was consumed by a desire to give his life for Christ.
It has always been believed that happiness depends on love more than on anything else. The greater the love, the greater the happiness.
Since the age of eight my closest friend was, what later came to be called ‘gay’.
It is said that those who have been uncovering the truth about the corruption in the Church, most particularly in high places, are the instruments of the devil because they scandalize the faithful.
I heard few complaints when it was decided to have a ‘Year of Mercy’. How could anyone complain about a year dedicated to asking God’s mercy on us and on others?
Over thirty years ago, by accident rather than by design, I became aware of the terrible sexual scandals that hit the headlines ten or so years later.
Two years before his death St Francis received the stigmata which we celebrate on the 17th September.
When Edmund Burke wrote: “These things are unspeakable, but I cannot remain silent,” he could have been speaking about the terrible sexual scandals that are taking place in our Church.
Each morning after his mother’s death, David’s father brought two cups of tea into his bedroom.
We were all shocked and shattered when my brother announced that he wanted to become a priest.
Let us imagine that a person is able to attain their wildest dreams and become a multibillionaire, an adored pop performer, a Nobel Prize winner…
When transposed from the sporting life to the spiritual life my coach’s teaching taught me more about how to progress spiritually than any spiritual director whom I have even known.
The first of a series of talks on Mystical Prayer given at Belmont Abbey, Herefordshire, England -1. Introduction to Journeying deeper
I was so sorry to hear that my boyhood hero died recently. His name was Roger Bannister, or Sir Roger Bannister as he became later.