It is said that we have been on this earth for millions of years. I know
it feels like it to me sometimes when I experience aches and pains … but that’s
another story.
So let’s stop interrupting and get back on course.
For all these years, as long as man could reason and comprehend … (some women believe this has never happened).
I really must stop interrupting myself.
As
I was saying … for all these years, as long as humanity could reason
and comprehend, God has spoken to us and shown us the Way back to Him.
No generation has been left without a sure sign of His existence and the Way back to Him.
At
first, God spoke through people like Abraham, Moses, Elijah and other
prophets. He spoke through the many poets and songsters who wrote the
psalms. And through ordinary people so that their contemporaries could
understand.
Had God appeared on earth as a majestic Divine Ruler, Creator
and King of the whole universe, omnipotent, all knowing and all
powerful; He would most probably have caused havoc, fear, awe, and
eventually total submission.
Hardly the acts of a loving Father.
So
God at first chose the gentler way of speaking and teaching the people. He spoke through enlightened open minded
leaders like Moses. People who could translate His message to generations in a language they
could understand.
He taught them of His love for them, and for His plans to come to them in person, as often prophesised in the Old Testament.
But many did not listen.
Later
on, when they were ready, God sent His Son on earth as a human in the
shape of Jesus.
He showed them many signs of His divinity through
healing miracles and raising of the dead. He died for them and us, and
was raised from the dead.
But many still did not listen or believe.
After
Jesus was raised to Heaven He sent the Holy Spirit to guide us, help us, and
be with us every step of the eventual Way to the Father.
The Holy Spirit is with us today. Right now. A reality not just a figure of speech.
Many have received Him with open hearts.
But as for countless others …
They’re still not listening ... perhaps they'll never will.
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Wednesday, 25 September 2013
Is anyone listening?
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Sunday, 22 September 2013
Does God play tennis?
In the UK, every summer, we have a major tennis tournament called Wimbledon. My American readers will know all about it since their tennis champions have won it many times.
Years ago, I had an employee who always took his holidays during Wimbledon fortnight because of the tennis. We always thought he was very dedicated and he certainly knew a lot about the game and the many competing players.
I once asked him if he enjoyed the games and which ones did he attend.
"None ..." he said, "I didn't go to the games. I never do!"
This surprised me and I enquired further. Maybe he watched the games on TV? No ... he didn't do that either.
Apparently, every day he went to the local park not far from his home and listened to the games on his small radio. He said by not watching the games on TV he could sit there and imagine what was happening at Wimbledon and enjoy the atmosphere better.
Now I wonder, would we show as much dedication if our God asked us, once a week, to go and visit Him in church?
Years ago, I had an employee who always took his holidays during Wimbledon fortnight because of the tennis. We always thought he was very dedicated and he certainly knew a lot about the game and the many competing players.
I once asked him if he enjoyed the games and which ones did he attend.
"None ..." he said, "I didn't go to the games. I never do!"
This surprised me and I enquired further. Maybe he watched the games on TV? No ... he didn't do that either.
Apparently, every day he went to the local park not far from his home and listened to the games on his small radio. He said by not watching the games on TV he could sit there and imagine what was happening at Wimbledon and enjoy the atmosphere better.
Now I wonder, would we show as much dedication if our God asked us, once a week, to go and visit Him in church?
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Sunday, 15 September 2013
Confession Explained
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Friday, 13 September 2013
Missing Without A Trace
I’ve been missing for three days. Without a
trace. No one knew I was missing … except me of course. I suspect none of you
noticed my absence.
On Tuesday the family decided to take Aunt Gertrude down South to visit
friends leaving me at home alone with the dog, the cat and the
goldfish. Oh bliss … a whole three days without Auntie's Australian accent grating on my nerves. Without a family demanding this and that and volunteering me for all sorts of things.
As long as I can keep the pets well fed I’ll have a peaceful break all to myself. Although at times the goldfish can be quite noisy when they chatter and laugh at me from their fishtank.
As long as I can keep the pets well fed I’ll have a peaceful break all to myself. Although at times the goldfish can be quite noisy when they chatter and laugh at me from their fishtank.
Let me explain that we live in a very old
Victorian house which has a cellar spanning the whole floor area of the
property. You enter the cellar from a door just under the staircase.
We don’t use this basement often, it’s mostly a
storage area nowadays where we keep half a dozen bottles of wine lying lazily on
a shelf which I built myself … slightly leaning to one side mind you … but
still OK if you wedge a book at the end and it stops the bottles from rolling
off.
We also keep some foodstuff down there, mostly
tins of soup, various tins of vegetables and fruits and other household goods
like detergents, washing liquids and so on. And books. plenty of books. I built a few more shelves in one corner which I call the library and we've put annumber of books which we refer to every now and then. You get the idea … it's just a storage
area for things we use now and then.
The basement used to be a small apartment for a
servant or butler in years gone by … it has a small kitchenette and bathroom
still fully plumbed in and in working order, and a tiny living/sleeping area. Originally I wanted to send our guest from Australia, Aunt Gertrude, down there; but I was over-ruled, as often happens in our houshold, much to the amusement of the goldfish.
Now where was I? In the basement … or about to
enter the basement to be precise. I needed a book about Australian parasites so off I went downstairs
as one would in such circumstances.
As I got to the corner where the books are, there was an almighty crash
in the house as the dog started chasing the cat who followed me down in the
basement.
The dog … huge as he is … did not quite fit in under the staircase where the basement door is situated, but his immense stature slammed the door shut. That’s when I heard a clunk … clunk … clunk … sound all the way down the stairs and at my feet.
The dog … huge as he is … did not quite fit in under the staircase where the basement door is situated, but his immense stature slammed the door shut. That’s when I heard a clunk … clunk … clunk … sound all the way down the stairs and at my feet.
Perhaps I should have mentioned that the door
handle has always been a little loose. I’ve always planned to fix it … Lord
knows I’ve been told often enough … but with that and the leaning shelves it
was all a question of priorities. Which one to fix first … and neither was
done!
I picked up the door handle and tried to open
the door. No use … it would not work. And that’s how I went missing without a
trace in my own house.
No one knew I was there. No use shouting for
help. No one would hear me. No point in phoning for help. I didn’t have the
cell-phone with me.
Try as I might to open the door but it was all
in vain. An hour or so later I heard the phone ring in the house and the
loudspeaker on the answering machine said “Hello … we’ve arrived safely … Oh …
you must be out. See you Thursday evening. Bye!”
Great … what a prospect. Trapped in my own
house for three whole days.
Now it is said that in such circumstances of
extreme trauma one should sit down calmly, take deep breaths and concentrate.
No need to panic.
Calm down and concentrate.
And nothing aids concentration more than a drop
or two of wine.
Fortunately we have plenty of that here. Or
beer if one prefers … which is also easily to hand.
After an hour or so of concentration I still
had no idea on how to get out of my prison.
My mind was getting a little hazy … perhaps it’s
the lack of air down here. There’s a small window at the far end of the
basement leading to the back garden of the house. It’s at ground level when you’re
out in the garden … if you see what I mean. It’s too small to get out of; and it
is barred anyway. I did tell you wine aids concentration didn’t I?
Now then … if I could get the cat out of the window
he could go for help! (Hic ... pardon me ... hiccup!)
I could tie a message to his collar! No that
won’t do … he doesn’t wear a collar. Too dangerous you see, he could get
caught on a tree branch and injure himself. So we’ve never put a collar on
him. Perhaps I could go out and buy him a collar. Ooops ... I can't get out ... hic!
Perhaps I could tattoo a distress message on
his body … a bit extreme I must say! It’ll stay with him for life. “HELP … I’m
trapped in the basement!”
The problem is I have no tattooing equipment
whatsoever down here, and I’ve never tattooed anyone in my life let alone a
cat.
What if I cut a message in his fur with
scissors? Like some people do with their hairstyle when they cut their hair in
different patterns? Would the cat stay still long enough until I finish cutting his
fur I wonder?
I think I need another drink … hic!
Ah … I got it. This is certain to work. I
could empty all these tins of peas … well some of them anyway … no one likes
peas. I could tie them to one another with a long string and tie that to the
cat’s tail.
He’d make such a noise running all over town
that someone is sure to find him and read my message which will be written on
one of the tins.
I emptied about a dozen tins. Peas taste awful
when eaten cold you know … even washed down with beer.
I tied the tins
together. Wrote a message on several tins to make sure it is read.
I called the cat sleeping happily in the corner. I tripped on the Australian book lying on the floor. The cat suddenly got up and shot out through the window.
I called the cat sleeping happily in the corner. I tripped on the Australian book lying on the floor. The cat suddenly got up and shot out through the window.
Typical of that cat … un-cooperative to the
last. He just would not help me in my hour of need.
I was found fast
asleep on Thursday evening.
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Thursday, 5 September 2013
From bad to ...

Jack was a lovely man. Well loved by his wife, three children and four grand-children, as well as his wider family and friends.
When they all went to church together they filled the two front rows on the left of the Altar. But that wasn’t often, because they usually attended different Masses at St Vincent.
One day, out of the blue, Jack was taken severely ill and admitted to hospital. The whole family was devastated and it is fair to say that their Faith took quite a beating.
But not Jack. He remained calm and somehow, accepted the will of God. Of course, he was a little scared, but accepted what was happening to him willingly, trusting God that all would be well.
Father Ignatius visited him in the hospital often, and was greatly humbled by the man’s Faith and cheerfulness, despite the obvious pain he was in at times.
Jack remained in hospital for a while, receiving family visitors as well as his priest every now and then.
One day, whilst Father Ignatius was the only visitor Jack said to him:
“See that man over there Father, in the bed just opposite me?”
The priest nodded silently.
“He doesn’t believe in God Father …” continued Jack, “and he’s scared to death. He has the same symptoms and the same problems as me … and to be honest the doctors don’t hold much hope for either of us …”
Father Ignatius held Jack’s hand.
“Hey … I know what’s what Father. Both of us will have an operation soon and the chances are … well, I wouldn’t bet my shirt on it …”
Jack laughed weakly.
“You know what I did Father …”
The priest shook his head.
“Yesterday, I went over to that man. His name is Larry. And I said to Larry that Jesus will look after him. I told him that everything will be OK and he is not to worry about the operation.
“I don’t think he believed me, or in Jesus … but I think it calmed him down a bit.
“At least I’ve noticed that he’s stopped crying. He used to sit there and wipe his eyes and feel sorry for himself. He’s stopped that now. Maybe Jesus has started working on him … hein?”
Father Ignatius nodded weakly. He prayed silently for Jack and thanked the Lord for this man’s Faith in such adversity. Not only to believe in Christ’s healing power but to announce it boldly to someone who didn’t believe at all.
“Hey Father … you’d better give me Communion now; before the family turns up … you know how emotional they get … especially my wife ...” said Jack with a weak smile.
The priest prayed with Jack for a while after giving him Communion and waited until his family arrived before leaving the hospital.
A few days later Jack and Larry were operated on. Both operations were successful and after a period of recuperation in hospital and at home both fully recovered.
Jack and Larry became friends. Larry and his wife and daughter became Christian and attend church at St Vincent.
Jack’s severe illness and his stay in hospital were the channel for a family of un-believers to get to know and love Christ.
(Based on a true story).
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Sunday, 1 September 2013
When disasters happen
“We interrupt this programme to bring you a News Flash …” blared the radio in the kitchen.
Father Ignatius stopped his cooking for a minute and listened attentively. There had been a train crash not far from where he lived. Somehow the train was de-railed and fell down a steep embankment into a nearby river. There were a number of casualties as well as many injuries.
The priest rang the emergency number given by the radio announcer to enquire how he might help. He was asked to go to the local hospital to donate blood, and also to help comfort some of the not seriously wounded.
An hour or so later he was consoled that many of the town’s folk had responded to the appeal and a long queue had formed to donate blood.
That disaster had shaken the town’s morale badly. Father Ignatius decided, unconventionally as it might seem, to make the train crash the subject of his sermon on Sunday.
He approached the lectern and said: “Let us pray for the victims and the injured of the train crash which happened a few days ago; as well as for their family and friends.
“This train crash has come as quite a shock to all of us, especially as it comes so close to the tragedy last week when a bus driver lost control of his bus and killed several school children walking on the sidewalk.
“When such disasters happen, some of us get a little confused and ask why God made it happen. Some even blame Him for the disaster believing that a loving God should have prevented it.
“I say … Praise the Lord!”
Father Ignatius paused for a while to allow the murmurs in church to die down.
“I can see from your faces that some of you think I’ve gone mad,” he continued.
“Father Ignatius has lost his marbles … he is a few Hail Mary’s short of a Rosary … his little grey cells have turned to ashes … and whatever other metaphors you wish to make up to describe my sanity or lack of it.
“Of course I recognise and I'm deeply shocked by the terrible tragedies that have befallen this town in the last few days. Especially when we consider as well the severe economic crisis we’re living through and how it is affecting many families facing loss of work and income. And how misery tends to enjoy company and has visited many local communities lately.
“Please don’t misunderstand me … when such disasters happen we must help in every practical way we can.
“But I also wish to ask you to consider this … Where do you think God is when a disaster happens?
“Is He hiding behind the settee cringing in fear at what is happening in the world today? How it’s all gone wrong and He can’t handle it anymore?
“Or is He still in control of all that is happening in the universe?
“When we praise Him, we’re not doing so because of the disaster, but because He is still in control of this and every situation.
“In doing so, we acknowledge His greatness, His omnipotence and that His will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
“By praising Him, no matter what the situation, we somehow open a channel for His grace to shine upon us and, if it is His will, a good outcome will result from a bad situation.
“The alternative of course is to rebel and blame Him for the bad situation that befalls us. And where will this lead us I ask you?
“How dare we … insignificant minuscule little creatures that we are … how dare we question His will and in so doing distance ourselves from His love and mercy?
“Of course we’re hurt and shocked by what has happened recently and we’re confused. We wouldn’t be humans if we weren’t.
“But I urge you, having prayed for the victims and their families and friends, having helped practically where we can, let us now stand and confidently praise the Lord that He is still in control of everything.”
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