‘Then, as this vehement quarrel, which I waged with my soul in the chamber of my heart, was raging inside my inner dwelling, agitated both in mind and countenance, I seized upon Alypius and exclaimed: “What is the matter with us? What is this? What did you hear? The uninstructed start up and take... Continue Reading →
I recorded my first podcast this week with an elderly Hungarian woman that lived through the Nazis, Soviets and the Hungarian Revolution. Fascinating stuff! You can read about Marika Gubasci below: http://www.abc.net.au/sundaynights/stories/s3240772.htm Enjoy! https://m.soundcloud.com/throughtheeyeoftheneedle/podcast-1-marika-gubasci
Photo by Daniel Watson on Pexels.com Throughout my experience working in various dementia-specific units, I have been perplexed as to how some people remember things about me. What they don't remember about me is my name, or where I come from. But they do remember my face and rituals in relating that we go through.... Continue Reading →
“This knitting of song into our bodies is why memorization of Scripture through song is often so effective. Song soaks into the very core of our being, which is why music is an important constitutive element of our identity.” James K. A. Smith
Some friends of mine recently encouraged me to write some thoughts on my experience of 'singleness'. Much of what I write may appear cynical, but these are earnest thoughts. It comes from a place of great failure, but also of great joy. The greatest prize is God himself. No person can be more than that and... Continue Reading →
It's taken me a while to close these brief reflections, as I honestly couldn't summarise what I wanted to say. As far as grief is concerned, it is true that grief does subside (though suffering may not). Even if your suffering does not disappear in this life, it will at the coming of Jesus Christ for... Continue Reading →
At work we've got this birdcage, which from one point of view is fantastic therapy. Looking at the birds is a nice distraction, however it also means someone has to clean up the poo all over the large cage; change the water; food; and provide additional maintenance. It's all a fuss. Anyway, I decided to... Continue Reading →
"Theft is punished by thy law, O Lord, and by the law written in men's hearts, which not even ingrained wickedness can erase. For what thief will tolerate another thief stealing from him? Even a rich thief will not tolerate a poor thief who is driven to theft by want. Yet I had a desire... Continue Reading →
"Our relation to God is ungodly. We suppose that we know what we are saying when we say “God.” We assign to him the highest place in our world: and in so doing we place him fundamentally on one line with ourselves and with things. We assume that he needs something: and so we assume... Continue Reading →
Through the Eye of the Needle 