At the time in my life when my faith was being tested, I prayed.
My life was filled with prayer from a very early age.
My mother’s example of praying while she worked (I think the only time she isn’t praying is when she’s speaking — and she does a lot of that too!), had been instilled in me. I attended Mass on Sundays and followed all the devotions of Catholicism.
But during this period of my life, the practices of Catholicism weren’t addressing any of the deeper questions I was being faced with. I spoke to priests, nuns, friends and family, but no one could tell me what I needed to hear, as Catholic dogma seemed so embedded in their responses. Continue reading
My mother worries about many things.
Grace is something which, to my mind, seems to be rapidly disappearing from our experience in life.
I always watch with fascination when a panel or interviewer brings together an atheist and a believer.
Over the years, I’ve found that I’ve had an uneasiness about use of the term ‘The Universe’.