Pilgrimage seems to be the thing at the moment. Not only the phenomenal popularity of all the various branches of the Camino to Compostela, but also near home, revivals of old pilgrimages such as to Whithorn and St Andrews and the creation of new ones such as the St Cuthbert’s and the St Oswald’s Ways, both of which I have enjoyed walking. The present piece, however, is about making a walk I do several times a week into something meaningful enough to be called a pilgrimage, and, I hope, may encourage others to do similarly with their favourite walks. Continue reading
A Presbyterian attends Easter Mass in Brussels and finds himself at home amidst an unexpected congregation. Continue reading
When I was received into the Catholic Church, almost forty years ago, I had few theological doubts but I found many of its customs exotic. Coming from a non-religious background, even something as simple as shaking hands at the Sign of Peace during Mass felt strange to me, never mind entering a church and finding a rosary being said. Over the decades I have become so accustomed to most practices that people sometimes mistake me for a ‘cradle Catholic’ (I assume that is a compliment!) but one thing still makes me feel uncomfortable: calling priests ‘Father’. Continue reading
CLARE MCCARRON AND MARGARET LYNCH.
When three generations got together for a family gathering, a grandmother and her daughter-in-law were surprised to find that they shared common views on the future of the church and how it should respond to the needs of their children and grandchildren. This is their shared reflection. Continue reading