Let God BE

A friend recently quoted me this: “When we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take the step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for us to stand on or we will be taught to fly.” – Patrick Overton There may have been a time when I agreed fully with Mr. Overton. I don’t anymore. Why? Because God’s deliverance just doesn’t nicely fit []

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Livin’ might mean takin’ chances, but they’re worth takin’ Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin’ I hope you dance, Ann, I hope you dance. [Lee Ann Womack – I Hope You Dance]

In the fire

What does it say about the state of my soul when your love burns me like fire? Your kisses crucify me and your embrace send me into agony. It is not God’s will that a soul be disturbed by anything or suffer trials, for if one suffers trials in the adversities of the world it is because of a weakness in virtue. The perfect soul rejoices in what afflicts the imperfect one. – St John of the Cross I am afflicted, Lord. []

Pitching tents

It’s that time of the year again. In a week’s time it will be the Sec 4 Confirmation Retreat for our parish. Every year, this weekend retreat is the spiritual highlight for many of our youth – both retreatants and service team members. For many of them, it will be at this weekend that they have their first significant God experience or have a much needed re-encounter with God. But just like Peter in the Transfiguration narrative, many of them will have []

The pain of becoming

I seem to continue to lose things that I once prized. I seem no longer capable of thinking up witty double entendres, sophisticated philosophical syllogisms or profound and complex theological reflections. Not that I had ever been particularly good at doing these, but I used to be able to at least play the game. It feels as if the intellectual capacity I once had is slipping away, and with it, any real hopes of completing my PhD studies. A part of me feels []

Meeting Christ Outside a Brothel

Every time I visit my grandmother, I have to walk past brothels. My grandma has lived in that neighbourhood for nearly 60 years, long before it became a red light district. She cannot bear to move, and so I have gotten rather accustomed to ignoring the rows of men that line the street in her neighbourhood gawking at and waiting their turn with the skimpily dressed women who come in and out of the brothels. But today, when I walked down that []


During the Eucharistic Prayer He asked me, “What grace would you like to ask for? I will give it to you.” Just like He had asked Solomon. I must ask wisely. “Wait,” I told myself. “Don’t be hasty. This is important.” As I went up for Communion, it suddenly hit me. THIS was my birthday present from Him – Him in the flesh.  I was overwhelmed. I received Him with trembling hands. Back in the pew, on my knees, with tears streaming []