Ordinary time year B 28/8/2021 Mt 25, 14-30 St Augustine of Hippo (354 - 430) was born in Thagaste, Africa, of a Berber family. Although brought up a Christian by his mother, Monica, he left the Church early and spent time seeking the truth, first with the Manichaes, which he abandoned for being nonsensical, and then Neoplatonism. Through the prayers of his mother and the teaching of St Ambrose of Milan, he was converted to Christianity and baptized in 387, shortly before his
Ordinary time 27/8/2021 Mt 25,1-13 Saint Monica (331 - 387) was born in Thagaste in Africa of a Christian family. She was married young, to Patricius, and among her children was Augustine. Augustine had a brilliant intellect but initially rejected Christianity so that his spiritual development saw him at one time a Manichee and then a Neoplatonist. Through many tears, Monica prayed unceasingly to God for Augustine’s conversion and her prayers were answered shortly before she
Ordinary time year B Jn 6, 60 - 69 Eating flesh and drinking blood for the Jews was and is anathema. However, we have come to understand, as St Paul tells us, that we are the Body of Christ. Paul adds that although the role each part of the body plays is different, each part has a unique and fulfilling role. No one would argue that the body needs flesh and blood flowing through it to live. Nor would anyone argue about the importance of Love as key to the whole purpose and ful
Ordinary time, Year B, 15/8/2021 Luke 1, 39-56 Our understanding of Mary, the mother of Jesus and Mother of God, will be affected by the experience we have had of our own mothers. We are aware of the challenges and difficulties that Mary faced first with becoming pregnant through the Holy Spirit, the birth in an outhouse away from family and friends and exile in Egypt. Many refugees today give birth fleeing from their own countries. Their children will grow up in a foreign la
Ordinary time Year B, Jn 6, 41-51 Jane Tyson Clement wrote the poem, Vigil, about coming face to face with Jesus. What would I do, O Master, if you came slowly out of the woods.
Would I know your step?
Would I know by my beating heart?
Would I know by your eyes?
Would I feel on my shoulder too, the burden you carry?
Would I rise and stand still till you drew near or cover my eyes in shame?
Or would I simply forget everything except that you had come and were here? What