by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes
If you were producing a film, and wanted to convey that the central characters were Catholic, one of the easiest ways of doing so would be to show a shot of a picture on the wall of the family home, depicting a long-haired, bearded man in a red cloak, with a stylised heart visible on his white tunic; a heart which, on closer examination, would most likely prove to be surrounded with flames and adorned with a crown of thorns. The imagery of the Sacred Heart, in other words is easily recognisable as a “Catholic thing”, along with rosary beads, for instance, or crucifixes.
CEPHAS Centre for Philosophy and Theology at Stone
A three-day symposium on the nature of Faith 14th -17th July
To celebrate the 800th anniversary year of the Dominican Order, CEPHAS held a three day symposium on the nature of Faith from Thursday evening July 14, departing after lunch on Sunday 17th.
Dante called St Dominic the ‘lover of the Christian faith’, and imagined a mystical marriage between the Dominican Order’s founder and ‘Lady Faith’.
But what is faith? What is it to believe? Is it a moral or an intellectual virtue? Do we believe with the heart or the head? Is it private or public? How does faith come about?
A Sermon for the Golden Jubilees of Srs Pauline and Angela Mary Saturday Sept 3rd 2016
Fr.Aidan Nichols o.p.
“A peculiar kind of mission" I expect almost everyone here will be aware that this is the title of a book about the the English Dominican Congregation by Anselm Nye. I'd skimmed the book when it first appeared, and only read it properly when Sr Mary Pauline and Sr Angela Mary asked me to prepare a homily for this occasion.
It came as rather a shock to discover that the words “a peculiar kind of mission,” written by Archbishop Errington, the co-adjutor with right of succession to the first Archbishop of Westminster, were intended as a criticism, and in fact, as a dismissal.
by Sr Tamsin Mary Geach
After a very few days in Lourdes, if one has been doing the thing properly and not spent too disproportionate an amount of time in the bars and cafes rather than in the hospitals shrines and baths, one will be struck with the sense of one’s own inadequacy, and a type of marvel at how wonderful many other people are. One may then be struck with fear when one contemplates one’s own inadequacy, apathy and general lack of lustre. There is nothing like the contemplation of people who really suffer, and the people who really serve to show up our own inadequate response to the love of God, to the demands of charity, or even of common kindness.