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you better go to confession !

lying in bed on Saturday morning I shouted out to my daughter, (she is a woman of 37): ‘You better get yourself to confession Louise, otherwise you will go to hell fire !’

I then spontaneously burst out laughing !

Why did I laugh, what is so funny about what I said?

Somehow today in our secular post-christian world we just do not take seriously the matters of Catholic faith which we used to hold so dear. Why is that ? What on earth has changed so much about these once eternal truths?

If I am honest, (which I try to be) I myself! do go to confession every so often, I do regard it as very serious and a genuine source of divine grace etc.. But when it comes to communicating that zeal of mine to my grown up daughters I founder. The spiritual climate and air they breath is of a totally different density to my climate. It is as though we inhabit different planets. Perhaps the sorrow my daughter may feel over a wrong doing is real and acknowledged but she feels no need to confess it through the Church. Whereas I do.

So it is strange living this schizophrenic world of my faith and theirs; buit it is also quite amusing as humour helps us all to be more tolerant and helps us avoid the dreadful temptation to be righteous, fundamentalist and judgemental !


shirt of flame

Heather Kings blog is the only one I read these days; she is a good writer and her books: Parched is a revelation of her past. She quotes Flannery O’Conner a lot, So next  I must read some of him/her.

real love

Dorothy Day once quoted a priest who said: “You love God as much as you love the person you love the least”.

braveheart and that blog

Its been a cold rainy, sleety Saturday, just right for reading, books, blogs and two good films, some nice food, lit the log fire had a first good little conversation with Filippo!

first sunday of advent

We are now in the ‘now and not yet season’. Waiting is about surrendering to God who is unknown; it is living in hope and expectation.

It is a cold winters day here in bradford. Could be glum, but thats a choice I can make….have decided to be positive even tho the whole landscape looks very glum….

Went into the psychi hospital before 10 am mass; met a few patients who were mildly interested in chaplains work/prayer/blessing .Talked with a 60s lady patient who reminisced about hewr old school and how the nuns had all the 6 year olds lined up outside the church when a coffin was brought in for a funeral; they all had to say a prayer for the dead person. Patient Anna thought girls aged 6 were too young to understand what was going on.

Not very sparky in the hospital today!  Walked to the church only to find that an old aquaintance who has a major mental illness,( he had walked down to church from the same hospital) and who reeks of rot was sitting where I normally park myself ! I looked around the church to look for a somewhere else to kneel, in vain I parked up next to him and then spent the next half an hour trying to shuffle away from him, but he followed me. Then I had to pray for grace ‘to embrace the leper’ …as St Francis and St Therese did so well !

I barely noticed at the end of Mass I was not the least bit bothered by this man’s repulsive smell and annoying habit of placing his hand on my arm to relate some insane bit of news.

Too cold and grim to attempt a bike ride ; also very windy, much prefer learning how to blog and drink whisky and smoke cigars.

preparing the journey to Rome. Is my electric bike suitable !?

Have just flown back from Milan and thought about how many cycling miles I will have to cover in the spring !!