Earlier this year, I wrote a post entitled “God … calls people to die” about a conversation I had with an old friend, but in the aftermath of my choice, I realised too late that I’d oversimplified the matter. The straightforward interpretation—that God calls us to die, to let go of the things we don’t…

Recently I wrote about what was perhaps the most powerful confession I’ve made in my life so far, but the story doesn’t end there. As I said then, it’s not like the Priest waved a magic wand and fixed everything. I also said that it freed me to live with myself, but that it didn’t…

Today, I thought I’d speak about something pleasant for a change: suffering. (Do you see what I did there?) I’m told that, as Catholics, we love suffering. This is certainly true, at least on the surface. We have a kind of morbid fascination with it, and the idea of redemptive suffering has deep roots in…

In keeping with the past few weeks and the theme of “perpetual conversion”, tonight I’m going to talk to you about the power of confession, and why it’s my favourite sacrament. Rest assured: I’m not here to judge. Like the Pauls who came before me, “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom…