Snippets from Simon

I was at a Mass in one of our aged-care centres. On unpacking the Mass kit we could not locate the chalice for the Mass. We looked again. No chalice to be found. So, one of the residents went to the cafe to return with a tumbler glass! I reflected on the reflection of the glass. But also of the simple poverty of the Mass. The one who entered into the simple poverty of birth in a stable, could place his presence into a tumbler glass for our Mass. In the simple poverty of a glass holding and reflecting the richness of one who poured out his lifeblood among those with many years of witness in a covenant everlasting SCJF18092026

On the Prospect of Not Celebrating Easter this Year Will Christ not rise again This year For us? Is he in fact Still Dying among us? In those succumbed To COVID-19. Or is he Still Dead? Is he in the tomb With us? Quarantined from life Before rising Infected and decaying With the virulence Of toxins? Of needy-greedy panic Grabs at shopping shelves? As panicked voices Constantly ask questions What about this? Or that? What now? What now indeed. Will there be no people As the body of Christ Holding their candles Light in the Lord? Signs that Christ Has risen And shines In us and Among us? Or are we consigned To private piety, In our own place, So foreign To genuine faith That seeks to hold us together As parts of the body Of the Risen Lord? What of this distant, Isolated, Seclusion? Dying alone In the dark And waiting In the tomb? When will we rise? When shal...