Jaxie, Fintan and me
I appreciate a story that seeps into who I am, that makes unexpected connections, and in the process challenges me to recognise someone I would once have seen as ‘other’,...
Ghost gum wisdom
A “wounded” ghost gum outside Judith Scully’s window is teaching her that ageing has its own beauty and strength.
Untying the wind chimes
“The Word was made flesh and lived among us… and the world did not know him.” Be gentle with their unknowing, writes Judith Scully. Your life and your words can...
A still point in my changing world
“At the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam I met Rembrandt’s mother, and brought her home packaged in a cardboard tube – my souvenir of two days in Holland. Decades later she sits...
Life as it happens
When, as is so inelegantly said, ‘life sucks’, it’s tempting to lose heart, to indulge in a spell of self-pity, to feel depressed, writes Judith Scully.
A doting God
One of the gifts we can give children today is the kind of love that opens the way for them to know, without a doubt, that God, like their parents...
Traditioning: women passing on the story
As the years have rolled on I have asked myself whether traditioning is the matter that we teach, or is it more passing on who we are, writes Judith Scully.
The contradictions of Advent
For more years than I like to recall, the liturgical seasons of Advent, Lent and Easter have exerted a kind of push-pull in me, something like theology versus society, or...
My God-dream
I’m an ordinary sort of person and that’s how I find God; disguised in the ordinary of my life. That’s my vocation too – helping others to recognise God in...
My spiky visitor
We all have some echidna-like characteristics. When we sense that our vulnerability is in danger, something akin to fear rushes to the surface and we respond by raising a spike...
Remembering our family saints
In November the Church reminds us that each person’s life story doesn’t just begin at conception and end at death, but starts before they are born and goes on into...
When the ordinary becomes extraordinary
We might have a wonderfully rich religious culture, but by and large, we have lost the key to it, writes Judith Scully.