Always telling the story
Be prepared, this story is not the one you are told in Sunday School. Jesus has four ancestral mothers through incest, prostitution, seduction, and infidelity.
I am proud to be a member of Scouting. I grew up in The Scout Association in the UK and am currently still a member there as well as being a Scouter in Scouting Ireland. Both Associations help young people and adults to learn skills for life.
This morning I am playing for Mass at The French Church (St Paul’s, Portarlington) for Advent Sunday. It is the beginning of the Church’s Year. They hymns I have chosen link to the readings (Year A of the Revised Common Lectionary) and also for Advent in general. Opening Hymn: ICH 118 – Behold, the mountain … Read more
An award-winning blog detailing the highs and lows of living with HIV, it now also talks about living with failed kidneys as a result of Goodpasture Syndrome.
This morning I played the organ for the Eucharist for the Kingship of Christ in the Parish Church of St John the Evangelist, Monasterevin, Co. Kildare. The four hymns were: 34 ICH, O worship the King 90 ICH, Hail Redeemer, King divine 231 ICH, My song is Love unknown 259 ICH, CHrist triumphant, ever reigning. … Read more
I had hoped to blog whilst at Gilwell Reunion, but that was just not meant to be. Finding the time to sit and reflect was just not really part of my time last weekend. As with all larger scout camps there were times when I simply wanted to be on my own. Other times, it … Read more
Looking at his plate, James shook his head disbelievingly. “This is not my breakfast, surely?” he said. Mrs McGarrigle shook her head, and quietly informed him, that indeed it was. James protested: “I always have my full Ulster Fry every morning. It’s what helps to keep me going through my hard slog at the University. … Read more
Elsie had taken a risk, but she knew she had to find a new supplier as Farmer Jones had just retired, his farm was being sold. The new owner was not going to be growing any fruit or vegetables. The fields of crops were going to be built on. A new village. But it is … Read more
Sitting under the tree at the bottom of Slemish Mountain, Matthew suddenly felt very foolish. He was always well-prepared, for any eventuality, but today’s hike was just not going his way. He had started well in the County Antrim countryside. His kit packed in his rucksack after his night in the open air. After a … Read more
Tony hung around the station entrance all day, every day. With nowhere else to go, he hoped that he would catch the eye of one of the men who passed on their way to their jobs in the city. His life had not always been this way. He had had many friends and many colleagues. … Read more