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How one word can change history - Filoque
What will scholars find in the secret archives of Pope Pius XII?
The Suzanne Aubert Heritage Centre
Visitors to the Suzanne Aubert Heritage Centre at Island Bay, Wellington, can follow the footsteps of Suzanne Aubert—her early life and influences in France, the long sea voyage to New Zealand, the places she lived and the difference she made through her extraordinary work and her steadfast commitment to her mission. Learn about Suzanne’s ongoing legacy through the work of the Sisters of Compassion as they live the vision today. See unique artefacts, and audio and visual recordings, which bring the story to life. While you are here, take time to experience more of this special place. Visit Suzanne Aubert’s Grave, the Chapel of Our Lady of Compassion, Our Lady of Lourdes’ Grotto and the extensive gardens. Thank you to John Clapham for passing on the information and photographs. the link below will take you to the Centre's website. 
This is my faith...
"My Faith is a blanket that surrounds me, providing comfort and support. It provides a safe haven from the material world and gives purpose to my life in this world and hope for eternal life in the next".
Bryan Tutty This is my faith...
”What does my faith mean to me?
It’s my comfort – my challenge – a gift most precious – a gift to share!" Gabrielle Burt Chasing Ghosts
These are the days of chasing ghosts. The ‘used to bes’ and ‘what might have beens’ that linger in the memory. No longer in reach, fragile yesterdays hovering like the last day of summer, impatient to be gone. Autumn is on the horizon and I did not see it coming. Possibilities fall like leaves twirling and dancing to the ground. The arrogance of youth long gone, aging brooks no resistance and yet distills a beauty of its own. Serenity and wisdom are no mean bedfellows. Grasp the straws and hold on tight. For these are the days of wonder and enchantment. Leave me to my ghosts, before autumn turns to winter. © K A Saunders 2017 |
An article you must read - both enlightening and challenging
Video reflection on Marian devotion
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Why cherry picking the Bible is not an option for Catholics
Who is my brother? Benedict, Scholastica, and the Body of Christ
Seeking Sanctuary Two men are standing on the brow of a hill. I take in the scenery around them. The clear blue sky redolent of mid-summer. Grass parched yellow. Outcrops of slate grey stone stand proud, Untouched by time and weather. The two men begin to move Slowly descending towards the road below. I notice one wears a wide brimmed hat. © K A Saunders 2013 What my faith means to me - Kerry Stanaway
Stillness
We often walk to the top of the hill. It is a place for being still and watching as the world passes by below. We do not talk, we sit in silence. The distant road ribbons its way into town and out again. Cars come and go, some stop, some cannot wait to leave. It is the same day after day. In the movement far below we find our stillness. © K A Saunders 2017 | ||