I have to make a confession, perhaps ruining my career and drawing the condemnation of many: I don’t wear any holy symbol around my neck; I don’t have a crucifix or a prayer card in my car; I haven’t put any holy pictures on the walls in my house. When I look around I can see that my surroundings and…
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During last Lent two groups of people were gathering once a week at St Peter’s and St Mary’s for a series of meetings pretentiously called biblical studies. Week by week, meeting by meeting I tried to deprive the participants of their faith; in this regard I was apparently unsuccessful. I missed ten football matches of the Champions League as they…
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Buckie with its neighbouring villages can provide quite spectacular views. Here are a few pictures taken almost incidentally.
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The three women in tonight’s gospel were rushing to the tomb of Jesus to do him an ultimate favour they hadn’t done on Friday because of lack of time. Although they had diligently observed the rest of the Sabbath, their minds had been at work all that time, planning ahead. This is why on the way to Jesus’ tomb they…
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I spent the first 19 years of my life in a country ruled by the communist party; a country with crippling economy, rubbish currency and very limited social liberties. Nobody could legally go abroad without governmental permission; passports were kept locked at police stations. Letters were censored and phone calls eavesdropped on. When people wanted to save money they bought…