When the candles are interrupted

This year, Advent arrives with a bruise. In the midst of a season that teaches us to watch, to wait, and to practise the small disciplines of hope, Australia has become a nation of grief. A mass shooting at Bondi Beach struck people gathered for a Hanukkah celebration, killing 15 and injuring many others. Today,Continue reading “When the candles are interrupted”

The path and the shoes

A short reflection There are times in life when we stand at the edge of a path and feel ready to walk. We’ve studied the map, packed what we think we’ll need, and set out with purpose, perhaps even with a little Louboutin in our stride. At other times, the path appears beneath our feetContinue reading “The path and the shoes”

The Ugly Truth

We talk about the pursuit of Truth, of Veritas. When will we admit that Truth rarely comes dressed for dinner parties? It does not arrive ribbon-tied, polished, or polite. Think instead of Jesus on the cross: disfigured, broken, utterly human. Not a sight we would post on our Instagram feed or even on Facebook. AndContinue reading “The Ugly Truth”

We all want heaven. What are we doing about it?

Aquinas says our true end is happiness in God and that charity gives shape to every other virtue. If that’s true, then everyday life becomes deeply theological: how we answer emails, correct a misunderstanding, or hold a boundary is either training our hearts for heaven or dragging them away. Personal formation is not an add-on;Continue reading “We all want heaven. What are we doing about it?”

The Weight of What Is Gone: A Theology of Loss

There are days when absence barks louder than presence. Loss is not a chapter we choose, yet it writes itself into the margins of our lives. It is in silence as you enter a space, follow routine, or go to say good morning or good night. We do not invite grief, but she enters anyway,Continue reading “The Weight of What Is Gone: A Theology of Loss”

Looking for the dead

We begin at the tomb—don’t we always? Early in the morning, like Mary Magdalene, or hiding behind closed doors like Thomas. We want proof. A body. Something cold and sealed and heavy with certainty. We want to lay hands on what’s no longer alive because, frankly, it’s easier to believe in death than in resurrection.Continue reading “Looking for the dead”

Strength of mind and will

It’s easy to mistake strength for survival. To think that getting through something — intact, upright, still functioning — is enough. And sometimes it is. Christian strength, the kind we don’t always talk about, is not just about endurance. It’s about being formed. It’s about will and mind working together to become more than whatContinue reading “Strength of mind and will”

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 othersContinue reading “Resurrected in love.”