Resurrected in love.

They dropped their nets.
They walked away from their tax ledgers, their boats, their families.
They followed a man who hadn’t written a book, held a position, or accumulated power.
They followed him because he looked into their eyes and saw them.
Really saw them.

It’s easy to romanticize the Apostles — the Twelve, and the women and others who followed Jesus from Galilee to Golgotha. But pause for a moment. Imagine what it cost.
They didn’t know how the story would end.
They didn’t follow Jesus with a resurrection guarantee in hand.
They followed with hearts open and trembling.

Grief on Holy Saturday

What I can’t stop thinking about is the space between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
That long, cruel Saturday.
That space of disorientation.

This man they loved — not admired, not worked for, but loved — had been taken. Publicly tortured. Shamed. And they had scattered.

Can we name what they must have felt?

Shame.
Doubt.
Fear.
Heartbreak.

It is one thing to lose a friend. It is another to lose the person you built your life around — the one who had redefined your very identity. When Jesus died, the disciples didn’t just lose him. They lost their why. Their future unraveled.

And yet.

The Resurrection Changed Everything

When Mary Magdalene ran to them with words they could barely comprehend — “I have seen the Lord!” — the world tilted on its axis again.
Jesus stood among them, bearing the wounds. He spoke peace into their fear. And they believed again.

But not just in a quiet, comforted way.
They believed with fire.
With boldness.
With a love that said: If this is real, then everything else fades away.

Peter, who had denied him.
Thomas, who had doubted.
Mary, who had wept at the tomb.
They all rose up — broken, healed, alive — and began the Church.

These weren’t men and women of institutional power. They didn’t build churches with budgets and constitutions. They carried the Gospel in their skin, on their breath, through their scars.

The Church began in upper rooms and whispered prayers and dangerous proclamations.
It began not with strength, but with resurrected love.

Resilience Rooted in Love

What inspires me most is their resilience.
Not the hard, stoic kind — but the resurrected kind.

The kind that knows death
but doesn’t flinch.

The kind that saw Jesus ascend into heaven
and walked back into a suspicious, violent world with a Spirit-filled heart and no backup plan.

They knew fear.
They knew trauma.
And still — they loved. They taught. They led. They forgave.
They lived the memory of Jesus with such integrity that entire cities were transformed.

Following in Their Footsteps

We, too, are disciples.
We live in the space between grief and resurrection.
We walk through disappointment, betrayal, and loss — and still, the call remains: Follow me.

The early Church wasn’t built by perfect people.
It was built by those who had fallen apart and found themselves remade by grace.

What a beautiful foundation.
What a trembling, Spirit-drenched beginning.

And what a challenge to us.

We are the inheritors of their courage.
Not to replicate their lives — but to live our own with the same costly, astonishing, resurrected love.

We will be judged one day

In the Creed (the Apostle’s Creed) we state our Catholic beliefs. A creed is essentially a statement of beliefs. At Mass on the weekend, for some reason, I was struck by the line:

From there he shall come to judge the living and the dead.

Do we really live as if one day we will be judged by Jesus? How easy it is to let small, thoughtless actions chip away at the dignity of others. How often do careless words fall from our lips, landing harshly instead of gently? How many choices do we make each day that serve only ourselves, neglecting the common good?

In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus reminds us that the measure we use for others will be the measure used for us. Yet, when we read the Gospels, we don’t see Jesus as “judgy.” He is compassionate, patient, and merciful—but His kindness is not passive. He invites, even insists on, transformation. He calls us to turn away from sin and towards a life of love.

There is space to be gentle with ourselves, to acknowledge our human frailty. But that gentleness should never stop us from striving for real change. Our call is to commit daily to the ongoing, sometimes difficult, work of becoming truly good.

Peace and Harmony

As we approach Harmony Day, my thoughts have been consumed by the concept of peace. The ongoing war in Ukraine should worry us all.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace. (Jimi Hendrix)

In Australia the theme for Harmony Day is ‘Everyone Belongs’ and that is one of the beautiful things about this great nation – that we are so culturally dynamic, an interwoven fabric of differing threads holding society together.

Peace, however, is the foundation upon which harmony is built. Without peace—both within ourselves and in our communities—discord and division take hold, making true unity impossible. Harmony flourishes when people listen, understand, and respect one another, and this can only happen in an environment free from conflict, fear, and hostility. This is what we strive for in our homes, our schools, our wider community and ultimately in our world. Sadly when casting my gaze to the global stage I hear of conflict, of fear, and of great hostility.

At its core, peace is not merely the absence of violence but the presence of justice, compassion, and mutual care. Fostering peace means embracing dialogue over exclusion, love over contempt, and service over ego.

In a world divided by differences, peace calls us to see the common threads in our humanity, to recognize the dignity of every person and work toward harmony. When we cultivate peace in our hearts, we become instruments of harmony, spreading its light to those around us. Ultimately, peace is not just an ideal—it is a responsibility that sustains the fabric of a just and flourishing (and unified) world.

Food is a universal language of community and connection. In celebration of Harmony Day 2025, why not share a taster of cultural cuisines that reflect a fragment of the rich heritage of your community. Whether that be a solo gastronomic adventure or a meal at a vibrant table, take a moment to try something different and look – even for a brief moment – through a different lens.

Hello Lent

As we enter the sacred season of Lent we are invited to embark on a journey of prayer, fasting, and almsgiving, preparing our hearts for the joy of Easter. Lent is a time to reflect on our relationship with God, seek spiritual renewal, and make a positive difference in the lives of others as we prepare to celebrate the wonderful gift of Salvation afforded to us through the Easter event.

We begin this journey on Ash Wednesday, a day marked by the sign of the cross in ashes, reminding us of our humility, repentance, and call to conversion. Let us walk together in faith this Lent, striving to illuminate with acts of kindness, self-discipline, and a commitment to justice.

Lent can be hard. But isn’t it supposed to be? The whisper of ‘it’s ok God will forgive’ or ‘does it really matter’ when you are tempted to step aside from the very goals you yourself chose is not a voice we should listen to. We seek to make life easy all the time. Sometimes, we need to sit in the darkness so that we appreciate more fully the gentle glow of the dawn.

IWD 2025 Accelerate Action

I am not going to give a warm and positive spin on boys and men being respectful towards women, because that’s not always the case and that is the truth. Veritas. I am a female. I am a mother. I am an educator. These are all the qualifications I have to say what I’m going to say about the importance of International Women’s Day in society not just in school. Twice I have had the opportunity to engage in research about the importance of the female voice, so what I say stems not just from my own experience but from the voices of many women of varied ages. Let me stipulate first, I believe in the value of all-boys education, my son graduated from an all-boys school and I think he emerged all the better for it. I do not believe in the boys club that still exists in society. It allows and encourages all sorts of disrespectful and threatening behaviours, especially when undertaken in pairs or groups – pack behaviour. The week of International Women’s Day is an opportunity to shine a light on actions that limit that club from negatively impacting women. Often it is immature behaviour that a good man or good boy would never undertake on his own, so we need to remind ourselves, remind our boys and men that actually – it’s not funny. We have laws about violence, but I’m talking about the insidious masked behaviours that hurt and for which women have limited social recourse. The humiliating and belittling comments. They may seem inconsequential, but they matter. I speak from the premise that men are essentially good and do not mean to harm. But they do. It can be in those little things, those moments of disrespect that a mate may laugh off, and people will ignore, except the one humiliated. Women matter. Every woman matters. Not just the ones that cook your dinner, or feed your ego, the ones who stand up to you, the ones who disagree with you, who see the world through a different lens. Every woman on every continent. This week I’d love to see action that accelerates this change – so no woman is the victim of banter again.

Living the Beatitudes

A Reflection on This Week’s Gospel

Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. (Luke 6:20)

The Beatitudes are not comfortable words. They never were. They flip our expectations upside down, shaking us out of the world’s logic and into God’s. Luke’s version is even more disruptive than Matthew’s, stripping away spiritualized interpretations and speaking bluntly: Blessed are the poor. Blessed are the hungry. Blessed are those who weep. Not “blessed will you be,” but blessed are you now.

These words are hard to hear because they challenge everything we’re told about success, happiness, and the good life. In a world that celebrates comfort, control, and achievement, Jesus calls us to look instead at those who have nothing—and to see them not as objects of pity but as bearers of divine blessing. The kingdom of God belongs to them.

And then come the woes. Woe to you who are rich, who are full, who are laughing now. It’s easy to gloss over this part, to soften it, to say, “Well, surely He doesn’t mean us.” But what if He does? What if Jesus is not condemning wealth or joy but warning us about where our hearts are attached? What if He’s inviting us to loosen our grip on security and privilege, to step closer to those who live without them—not out of charity, but out of solidarity?

Christians are called to live the Beatitudes, not just admire them. To cultivate a social environment where success is measured not by prestige, but by kindness, humility, and justice. To create spaces where human beings know they are valued not for what they achieve, but simply because they are beloved of God.

So, what does that look like this week? Maybe it’s choosing to sit with a friend or neighbour who feels isolated. Maybe it’s pausing in the rush of the day to truly see the colleague who is struggling. Maybe it’s noticing where our own comfort keeps us from stepping into another’s pain. The Beatitudes are not a checklist—they are a way of being in the world, a way of seeing, a way of loving.

Jesus calls the poor blessed. Do we?

Let’s be the kind of community that does.

Freedom vs being a Tool.

We love freedom. Be yourself. Speak your truth. Live unapologetically. But here’s the rub: what happens when your unapologetic truth steamrolls someone else’s dignity? Being you should not damage someone else being them. It’s a bit of a conundrum.

I have the right to do anything,’ you say—but not everything is beneficial. No one should seek their own good, but the good of others. (1 Cor 10:23-24)

So sayeth St Paul. Translation? Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

Christian freedom isn’t about doing whatever we want—it’s about using our freedom for others, not against them. Bonhoeffer says, ‘Being free means being free for the other.’ In other words, real freedom isn’t self-indulgence, it’s self-giving.

Don’t get me wrong—this isn’t a call to become a doormat (I would never EVER advocate for anyone to be a doormat). Jesus spoke truth, challenged injustice, and lived boldly. Yet he did so with love at the center, not ego. Pope Francis backs this up in Fratelli Tutti, warning that unchecked individualism breeds division, while freedom with responsibility builds community.

So before we make that comment, dominate a conversation, make a choice that impacts others or take that stand, maybe we should ask: Am I using my freedom to build up or just to make noise?

Because freedom isn’t about holding back—but it’s also not about being a walking loudspeaker with no volume control, ‘full of sound and fury signifying nothing’.

Authentic Witness

Beyond Whitewashed Words

There’s a peculiar sting when someone says all the right things but means none of them. It’s a hollow echo, a performance of virtue rather than the substance of it. And yet, Jesus names this dynamic with unflinching clarity:

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within are full of dead people’s bones and all uncleanness.” (Matthew 23:27)

A striking image, isn’t it? The surface gleams, but underneath, there is only decay. This isn’t just about religious leaders of the past—it’s a sharp critique of any of us who choose appearance over truth, who mistake performance for discipleship.

In an age where carefully curated words can gain applause, and virtue signals can masquerade as virtue itself, the call to authenticity becomes even more urgent. Authentic faith does not rest in eloquence or outward alignment with the “right” causes. It is found in the slow, often unseen work of transformation—where words match actions, where integrity replaces pretense.

St. Catherine of Siena, never one to soften the truth, reminds us: “Be who God meant you to be, and you will set the world on fire.” Ah but my dear inspirational St Catherine, setting the world ablaze requires more than beautifully spoken ideals; it demands an inner life that burns with real conviction. In this secular age where relativism infiltrates our communities of faith and waters down our focus, where is this inner awareness and truth?

The question for us, then, is simple yet piercing: Do our words reflect the deep reality of our hearts, or are we merely painting over stone?

Because faith, when real, does not need to be performed. It simply is.

Leaving the Grave Behind: A Liberation Theology Reflection for the First World

What entombs you?

I am Catholic but I really love contemporary Christian music. There are so many various bands whose prayerful tunes fill my heart with hope. In the Hillsong song So Will I (100 Billion X), the lyric “If You left the grave behind You, so will I.” It is a line that has called to me and I found it returning to my thoughts over and over again. It’s a triumphant reminder of resurrection power—the ultimate liberation from the tomb of death. But this begs a question for those of us living in the so-called First World: What entombs us?

This question invites us to reflect on the places in our lives where we remain trapped, stagnant, or blind to the freedom Christ offers. But in the First World, where abundance often overshadows scarcity, identifying our tombs can be deceptively difficult. When physical poverty isn’t at our doorstep, what is the poverty we face? What entombs us today?

The Poverty of Isolation

We live in a hyperconnected world, but loneliness is epidemic. Social media promises connection and can be such a useful tool to prompt global connection, but in our localised lives often leaves us feeling more isolated and inadequate. We scroll endlessly, consuming curated versions of other people’s lives while retreating deeper into our own echo chambers. This isolation entombs us, not only from others but from ourselves, as we spend too much time taking in created images of others rather than reflecting on the eyes that stare back from the mirror every day.

The Poverty of Meaning

In a culture obsessed with productivity, many of us struggle to find meaning beyond our achievements. The drive for success becomes a tomb of endless striving, where our worth is measured by grades, promotions, cliques or financial milestones. The deeper truths of life—faith, relationships, purpose—are buried beneath the noise of busyness. We sacrifice rest, reflection, truth and connection for a sense of accomplishment that often feels hollow and at times numbs.

The Poverty of Excess

Ironically, one of our greatest First World struggles is abundance. Consumerism entombs us in cycles of acquisition and dissatisfaction. The more we accumulate, the less fulfilled we feel. Our closets are full, but our souls are empty. The poverty of excess leaves us numb to gratitude and blind to the true value of things. It turns us inward (but not in a good way), focusing on what we can gain rather than what we can give. We buy and buy and then buy some more …

The Poverty of Apathy

Perhaps the most insidious tomb in the First World is apathy. We are bombarded by news of global suffering, climate crises, and social injustice. The sheer volume of need can feel paralyzing, leading us to disengage rather than act. Apathy whispers that someone else will step up, that our small contributions won’t matter. It entombs our compassion and keeps us from living out the Gospel mandate to love our neighbors as ourselves. Apathy is death to compassionate action, it is a dangerous tomb indeed. It is difficult. We are hard-wired to care but somewhere down the road of life we have become numb. Where is our empathy and our inclusivity in a world fractured by violence and evil? Why are we so afraid to let our hearts break in sadness at the suffering of others?

Liberation Theology: A Call to Resurrection

Liberation theology reminds us that Christ’s resurrection is a call to action, not just a historical event. In the First World, our poverty may not be material, but it is no less real. Christ invites us to leave the tombs of isolation, meaninglessness, excess, and apathy behind. He offers us a resurrection of purpose, community, and generosity. It is a priceless privilege of hope.

  1. From Isolation to Community: Reclaim the power of real connection. Share meals, engage in deep conversations, and create spaces where others feel seen and valued. Liberation begins when we break down walls and build relationships. To truly connect you need to know who you are at your core. We need to stop isolating ourselves from ourselves and sit in silence and know.
  2. From Meaninglessness to Purpose: Rediscover the sacred in the ordinary. Find meaning not in what you achieve but in how you live and who you really are—through acts of kindness, service, and faithfulness to God’s call. Get out in nature and marvel at the world in which we are graced to live.
  3. From Excess to Simplicity: Practice gratitude and embrace simplicity. Instead of accumulating, try giving. Let go of possessions, habits, and attitudes that no longer serve you, and make room for what truly matters. People matter. Life matters. Kindness matters. Value what you have and look after things to engage more readily in sustainable practices.
  4. From Apathy to Action: Choose to care. Start small but start somewhere. Whether it’s volunteering locally, advocating for justice, or simply praying for those in need, every action is a step toward resurrection life. Be kind. Daily.

What Entombs You?

The tombs of the First World may not be made of stone, but they are just as confining. They rob us of the fullness of life Christ promises. The good news is that we are not alone in our struggle. Just as Christ called Lazarus out of the grave, He calls us to leave behind whatever entombs us and walk into the light of resurrection. Find the supports you need to stand bathed in the warmth of light and step out of the cold shadow of death.

So, I ask again: What entombs you today? Is it the weight of loneliness, the emptiness of consumerism, or the paralysis of apathy? Liberation theology challenges us to name our tombs, confront them, and embrace the freedom Christ offers—not just for ourselves but for the sake of others.

Because if He left the grave behind Him, so can we. Let us rise together, leaving behind our First World poverty, and step into a life of love, justice, and abundance for all. What will you leave behind today?

Christ has risen, and so must we—risen from our apathy, our comfort, and our graves of privilege. Liberation theology calls us to resurrection solidarity. And in this call, we find not just our liberation but also our purpose. As the song says, “If the rocks cry out in silence, so will I.”

Will you?