Growing up, my family moved a number of times as my father was transferred by the bank he worked for. And when these transfers took us to a new town, we would go out ahead of the move to see the house that we would be living in, the local Catholic school, the branch that Dad would be working in. I remember clearly the first of these moves to a town in the South West Slopes of New South Wales, and the house on the sloping block, with large granite boulders in the front and back yards. As we were being shown around the house we would be moving into, Mum and Dad were discussing which room would be mine and which would be my sister’s. It was a conversation that we had each time we moved, but the reason I remember it so well from this first move is that by the time we moved in a few weeks later, they had changed their minds, and I got the other room. It didn’t really matter in the slightest. But being our first move, I was apprehensive, and knowing which space would be mine meant someth...
I am a husband and father of three children who has worked in Catholic schools in Australia for over 30 years and now works in Mission. In various leadership roles I have shared my own reflections on the readings from the Sunday Mass with colleagues. I don't present myself as an expert, or my reflections as an authorised interpretation of Scripture. Just my own thoughts on how they speak to me in my own lived experience. This blog is a new way of sharing them with anyone that may be interested.