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Don’t miss this chance to discover Divine Worship

This is a year of new beginnings for me, as after faithfully attending the Yanchep Catholic church since 1993, I am having a year of peregrination around the Archdiocese of Perth (OK, so I’m parish hopping).

Last week I had the pleasure of visiting St Paul’s in Mount Lawley – although, I could say I was visiting the Parish of St Ninian and St Chad, for this is the current location of the Personal Ordinariate of Our Lady of the Southern Cross.  I have to say, I was impressed by the beautiful liturgy, the welcoming community, the wholehearted singing of the congregation: none of this ‘let the choir do their stuff, and I’ll just sit back and listen’ attitude – no, this was a united voice, as of a heavenly army in formation.

If you had come in off the street and never been to a Personal Ordinariate Mass, you might have wondered why the Liturgy seemed a little different from the usual form, and wanted to know the reasons why.  Here is the answer for you: in town this week, is Professor Hans-Jürgen Feulner, Professor of Liturgy and Sacramental Theology in the Catholic Theological Faculty of the University of Vienna.  Professor Fuelner is known for his work in developing the Liturgy known as Divine Worship.  We are honoured that Prof. Fuelner has made time to visit us here in Perth, to share with us his expertise in this field.

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An Extraordinary Silence

Clouds_over_the_Atlantic_OceanReligious freedom is under threat in Australia.  Same-sex marriage became legal in Australia with the Marriage Amendment (Definition and Religious Freedoms) Act 2017 coming into effect on 9 December 2017.  It was notable for its minimal religious protections for individuals who are not members of the clergy or registered religious marriage celebrants.  I have written previously about the threats to religious freedom that have occurred elsewhere as a result of redefining marriage.

Prime Minister Turnbull kicked the Religious Freedom can down the road by appointing an ‘expert panel’, led by Philip Ruddock, ‘Special Envoy to the Prime Minister for Human Rights’, to discuss the concerns of those who wish to practise their faith without fear of prosecution for supposed ‘vilification’ or ‘discrimination’.  The Expert Panel on Religious Freedom has been accepting submissions from the general public, with the closing date being 14 February.  Don’t expect any help from the fact that Frank Brennan S.J. is on the expert panel: he who ran a ‘common good’ argument in favour of same-sex marriage.  The terms of reference are these:

The Panel shall examine and report on whether Australian law (Commonwealth, State and Territory) adequately protects the human right to freedom of religion.
In undertaking this Review, the Panel should:

  • Consider the intersections between the enjoyment of the freedom of religion and other human rights.
  • Have regard to any previous or ongoing reviews or inquiries that it considers relevant.
  • Consult as widely as it considers necessary.

Many independent Christian and other concerned organisations have been hard at work, encouraging their members to write to the panel (examples here, here and here), so one would think, would one not, that in an area so fundamental to our faith, the Bishops and Archbishops of Australia would be jumping up an down to encourage and rouse up the faithful to get involved?  Wondering why I had not heard any special message about this during the announcements at Mass, I leapt onto the Archdiocesan website and searched for exhortations from the Archbishop for parishioners to participate in this national discussion.

What did I find?             … <crickets> …

Merely one piece by Josh Low, not even referencing the Archbishop, but rather Paul Monagle from the Australian Family Association.  Not only that, but The Record has not had a single editorial written since 2014.  One would ask, where is the editorial leadership, given that one of the main planks of the Archdiocesan Plan 2016-2021 is ‘effective communication’?  Hmmm.  When you are an Archbishop with a large army of willing helpers at your disposal, does the Holy Spirit not energise you to muster your troops to action?  If not, why not?  When Cardinal Sarah wrote about The Power of Silence, he didn’t mean this.

At any rate, I have uploaded my submission, and if you haven’t done yours yet, the link is here: RELIGIOUS FREEDOM SUBMISSIONS.  Don’t delay.



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Anne Mazzella – a life well lived

Anne MazzellaOur dear friend and fellow parishioner of many years, Anne Mazzella, passed away on 12 January.  Today I want to share with you the eulogy written by her daughter, Kavisha Paola Mazzella [slightly edited by me].

Anne, little sister of Michael and John, was born into a privileged family in Shwebo, Burma on 23rd December 1933.  Her father, G. D. Stewart, was a Buddhist by faith and District Commissioner of the Upper Chindwin area.  Her mother, Doreen, was a Catholic and the head of the Girl Guides in Burma.  They lived in a big wooden house with servants, dogs and horses – and Mum had a nanny.  Mum and her brothers went to Saint Joseph’s in Maymo. Grandfather was a member of the polo team and was often called out to hunt with the Burmese to catch a man-eating tiger. It was the life of a Rudyard Kipling novel: a life we can only imagine.
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This life was to be rudely interrupted when the Japanese invaded Rangoon in 1942 and the family fled to India as refugees on what would be fearfully called “The Trek”.  They were lucky to make it out alive as many died on the rough impenetrable jungle terrain, starving to death or dying of fatal illness.

Somehow with God’s grace, they made it to India and for the next eight or so years lived in India in the Himalayan Foothills in the hill station town of Derhadun. During this time, unfortunately, Grandfather and Grandma split up.The children all boarded in Darjeeling, being sent to live there for nine months of the year, having three months home on holiday.  Mum went to Loreto Convent and her brothers to Northpoint Jesuit College.

Mum was a popular girl, talented in acting, singing and sport. She broke the all-India record for a while in the long jump at 16 feet 6 inches. She even played hockey for the national team. She was also capable of getting the whole assembly at school giggling contagiously when she giggled.  She remained friends with the Loreto girls till the end of her life.

When Mum graduated she went back to Burma briefly working as a typist for the Rangoon Electrical Company. Uncle Cecil, an English gentleman who was the head of the company and a friend of Grandma’s, recognised that Anne had a good brain and suggested she should go and study nursing in England.

So off Anne went again on a steamship all the way to England to study midwifery where she met another group of fine young women who were also to become loyal friends. They were Dora Madisetti, my godmother from the French Carribean island of Dominique, and Alexia Kazamia from Greece.  Together they had many adventures, travelling to Germany, Spain and France on their nursing holidays .

It was there, one fateful afternoon at Stoke Mandeville  Hospital, Aylesbury, at Wednesday afternoon social dancing she met our Papa, a handsome young Italian ward-orderly from the island of Ischia.  His name was Giovanni Mazzella, and he looked like Perry Como, the famous singer who was very popular at the time. They fell in love and after a courtship of three or so years got married.

Soon afterwards they left the hospital life and went into business together. Thanks to an inheritance of some money from Uncle Cecil and with papa’s advice they bought a business:  a small workers’ café called the Penguin Lounge in Surbiton, Surrey.  They lived on top of the café and were joined by Papa’s family from Italy.  Everyone worked together in the kitchen or front of house. They were also helped by members of Mum’s family from Burma.

The twins, Paola and Giancarlo, were born, followed by another little one Francesco, and soon Papa and Mum were thinking seriously of settling in a warmer country. In the Sixties, the Australian Government were offering opportunities to people in Britain to settle in Australia, paying most of their fares as long as they stayed and gave it a go for two years.  After much bureaucratic hassle, they became “10 pound poms” ( except Papa who had to pay full fare of 67 pounds) and set off on a four week cruise down to the Southern Hemisphere on the good ship, The Orion, arriving in Perth in December of 1962.
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At first Papa worked as a waiter in Riverside Lodge and Mum was at home looking after us.  After many hours of double shifts, Papa had saved enough to buy a business, a café in the ten pin bowling alley, Fairlanes, in Adelaide Terrace, next to the ABC Radio Station.  Two more babies arrived – Antonio and Marco.  Mum and Papa worked in Fairlanes, balancing that with parenting five growing children.  After that Mum and Papa branched out and had another café with Zio Isidoro in The ten pin bowling alley in Mirrabooka, eventually selling both and going into business with Mum’s in-laws, Frank and Franca Danze at Quickstop Deli in Mirrabooka and finally retiring in the nineties.  After their retirement they got to enjoy some travel interstate and overseas to visit relatives and friends. 

In later years, Mum and Papa rescued a little feral kitten who was called Momo.  Momo was very fearful of everyone but was not afraid of Mum and used to sit on the chair next to mum listening to her playing the piano.  And when papa wanted to find Momo he would ask mum to play and like clockwork Momo would run in and sit next to Mum.

There are so many words to describe Mum and I won’t be able to tell them all but will try to do my best to open a small window to her qualities.


Mum wasn’t one to shirk. She threw herself in with gusto.  But no matter what she had to do and how hard it was, she would counter it with the words “Oh well, just b$#*y get on with it!”


While she was stoic she equally had a naughty sense of humour and liked the odd dirty joke. Her favourite TV shows were things like Benny Hill Show, Two Ronnies and Little Britain. 


Having been a refugee and knowing what it was like to lose everything, Mum was very good with people, always making sure they felt welcome and at home. In fact she even brought people home. One day we were amazed to come home and find a tall dark handsome elderly gentleman all dressed in a white linen suit and a pith helmet! His name was Monsieur Lavontue and he was a french Mauritian Avon lady travelling salesman.  She had met him on the bus home and started to talk to him, enquiring about his pith helmet.  She thought he would be a good person for Grandma to have as a friend as they could converse in French.  In the seventies when the Vietnamese refugees were fleeing to Australia, under the guidance of Archbishop Hickey, Mum and Papa sponsored two families as part of the host family scheme, helping them settle down and adapt to their new homes.  Mum and Papa became godparents to Diep who was born in the Malaysian refugee Camp and was only six months old when she arrived. 


I think Mum was born for singing and was excellent at doing harmonies.  Uncle John tells a charming story that describes that when the family were escaping through the jungle to India, Grandma and Mrs Gombes were in the Bullock Cart and the boys were on their ponies whilst Anne was being carried in a sedan chair. She kept them all entertained by singing nursery rhymes and by the time they got to the Nagaland Refugee Camp, the bearers all knew the tunes and were singing along by heart.  They had been taught well by their tiny choir mistress.  She studied classical piano at school.  Later she played piano by ear and even at the end of her life was playing for the fellow residents at Bethanie Aged Care facility.  She built up quite a fan base and had everyone waiting for her after she had been out for the day with Papa.


Having been a midwife she was very interested in the latest health issues. One day she came home and said, “Right! No more rubbish lemonade and Coco Pops for you.  From now on, we are drinking orange juice and having muesli or boiled eggs for  breakfast! What a shock that was! But now we can see she was ahead of her time.  We had vitamins every morning and some sticky stuff called IRADOL where she would line us up and we’d be fed our daily spoonful!  She even made up a little song “Iradol, Irradol, Irradol, A, makes you bright and healthy. Happy all the day!”

  1. Mum loved READING.

She often had a pile of up to 30 books on her bed! One of her favourite books was “The Robe” by Lloyd C. Douglas which tell the story of what happened to Jesus’s robes after his death. She also had books in Italian as well. 

  1. MUM was deeply SPIRITUAL

Until her illness prevented her from going along, she and Papa were members of the local Rosary Group.  At school she was a member of the Sacred Heart Sodality.  Mum even studied the Enneagram at the Redemptorist Monastary in North Perth when we lived at Dumbarton Crescent in Menora.  [Editor’s note: the enneagram is discouraged as a New Age practice, incompatible with Christianity.]  She was interested in people like Bede Griffith, the Christian mystic monk who lived in India.  She used to wear a black lace mantilla veil and bow her head praying and contemplating, and I wondered what was going on in there.  Also she had great respect for other religions, having been bought up in India where she was surrounded by folk from Hindu and Buddhist faiths.  She taught us not to fear them. In later years she was a devout member of the local Yanchep congregation and went to Mass in the tiny Saint James Anglican Church in Yanchep.  In ecumenical spirit, the Anglican community shared the space with the Catholics until the Anglicans built their own church in Alkimos.  After that time, the Catholics moved to the Yanchep Community Centre. 


She loved to throw Bad Taste Parties, getting everyone to dress up in silly costumes. She loved having the Tamil Servite Sisters over to dance Scottish Sword dancing, celebrating her Scottish heritage. We lived in a Jewish neighbourhood having friends such as the Roses and old Mr and Mrs Goldberg. With our Italian Nonna, uncles and aunts close by down the road and various Indian and Burmese friends and relatives visiting and with our Anglo- Burmese Grandmother, Doreen, living in the granny flat at the back, the house was a veritable League of Nations. 


She loved birds and kept finches and canaries.

Then there were cats: Timmy, Miccio, Henry and Momo – but particularly she liked dogs: George the bitser, Cho Cho, Mimi, Gigio the pugs, Pepe the silky terrier-chihuahua cross, Bruno, the silky terrier and Ruby the dingo.

Mum loved them all, but I think she had a special connection with Bruno and was often seen sharing a morning coffee (Instant) and condensed milk with Bruno. Mum would drink from the cup and Bruno from the saucer on the patio whilst overlooking the view of the beautiful Indian Ocean. 


Mum was a strong mother with strict boundaries.  She encouraged us to do our best.  She and Papa noted our talents and were very supportive in nurturing them.  Mum’s taxi drove Antonio and Marco to rehearsals for the Saint Mary’s Cathedral Choir and school musicals. She could also be fierce and was handy with the wooden spoon to get us under control when she needed to! By the time the grandchildren came along, she had mellowed and they were spoilt! Mum was very supportive also to the partners of her children. 


Mum was gracious till the end.  Even when she was in pain, she would thank the doctors, nurses and carers.  When they tended her, she complimented them and would often say things like, “What lovely eyes you have!” or “What lovely skin you have!”
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Later in life, Mum was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Whilst she lost her short term memory, this didn’t stop her from living and giving thanks.  I think in a way it made her less worried, as she truly lived in the moment.  One day as the sun was setting, I saw her outside gazing in wonder at the sky saying out loud  “Thank You, God for such a beautiful sunset.” 


Mum has always had a strong inner life.  In her last days she knew she was dying and said “Thank you, goodbye. Goodbye. Thank you. I’ve been so lucky to have my life. I’ve been so lucky to have had such good friends. Goodbye, good luck to you and my boys. I will miss Gianni”. 

Mum and Papa were a team who complemented each other truly and trusted each other. Once I asked Mum what was the most important thing she had learnt from Papa.  She said, ”Oh, he taught me about family. He is so dedicated to the family.” Papa also taught Mum a lot of practical things like cooking and even sewing.  When I asked Papa what was the most important thing he learnt from Mum he said, “When I met your mother, I was very narrow minded. She opened my mind to the world.” Mum often remarked that although she and Papa had come from east and west, it didn’t matter as it was their faith that kept them together.

Mum left Bethanie on New Year’s Eve just past, to go to Joondalup Private Hospital as the pain was too great for her to bear.  In the last nine days of her life, Papa, her children and grandchildren took turns and camped there with her so she would have company and feel safe in the hospital. On the evening before she died, eight white flowers bloomed on her beloved Moonflower Cactus like a bouquet of stars. She passed away quietly the next morning on Friday 12th January, 2018.

Being a genuinely modest soul, Anne would not like us to be publicly praising her but giving credit where credit is due . I hope this eulogy reminds you of your own special memories you all have with Anne and how she touched your life . As Michael Leunig, the Australian Artist says, there are only two feelings, Love and Fear.  There were many moments when I think Mum could have succumbed to Fear but Love won in the end. 

I think she really appreciated Life because she had nearly died a couple of times, surviving “The Trek”, having the childhood disease of Diphtheria, and nearly drowning.

Thank you, Anne, for being a lover of Life.  We, family, friends and neighbours give thanks for your great example of living a life well lived and generously shared with us all. You will live forever in our hearts.

              Thankyou   …Chesu Thimbadeh… Shukriyaa… Merci…Grazie!
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Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her.  May she rest in peace.


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Singing his life with his words …

Reminiscing heartMan is in his actions and practice, as well as in his fictions, essentially a story-telling animal.  He is not essentially, but becomes through his history, a teller of stories that aspire to truth.  But the key question for men is not about their own authorship; I can only answer the question ‘What am I to do’ if I can answer the prior question ‘Of what story or stories do I find myself a part?’ (MacIntyre, 1981)

It has become something of a cliché to talk about our ‘faith journey’, yet for most people who have lived any length of time, the journey metaphor has a way of growing in import as events unfold in our lives – often events which we could not have predicted, or which have inserted themselves as irruptions into the mental plans we might have made about how our lives were supposed to turn out.  As the Yiddish proverb has it, ‘Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht’ or ‘Man plans, and God laughs’.

For some time now, I have been following the life of one of our Perth talents, the writer, teacher, and musician, Renato Antonio.  In 2016, Renato published his first book, Into the Cloud of Knowing (Antonio, 2016), an autobiographical journey which he describes as ‘a personal quest for signs of God’s continuing faithfulness’.  In November 2017, Renato followed this up with, one could say, the musical accompaniment to the book.  His album, Reminiscing Heart, is out now on iTunes, as well as being available for purchase as a CD.

Each song in the collection has significance for Renato, as he described to me during a recent video interview.  The story begins before he was married, when he and a friend, Tim Grace, who features as the lead guitarist in the album, were contemplating religious life.  It was around the year 2001, and at that time, Renato had developed a devotion to the Divine Mercy, and had randomly opened St Faustina’s diary at a passage which inspired him to write No Need to Fear.  ‘No need for despair, no need for anguish, my heart is mercy for your soul,’ sings Renato (together with vocalist Natasha Tsouris), as the violin weaves between the harmonies.

The song Keep the Joy began during a jam session Tim and Renato were having with some friends.  During a break, Tim was strumming his guitar, and Renato, pacing backwards and forwards around the room, noticed a portrait of Mother Teresa, and began to sing the words quoted on the portrait, jokingly at first.  But as the words and music came together, the song took on a life of its own. ‘Let us keep the joy of loving Jesus in our hearts, and share this joy with all we come in touch with.’  Renato describes this song as being like a Pokemon: always evolving.  The last 90 seconds, King of Kings, was added quite recently, and a techno pop beat, inspired by the ‘Fireflies’ song, became another feature.

More to this life, (a Steven Curtis Chapman cover), reminds him of a moment when he was in Italy, listening to thunder, reflecting on his purpose and what family meant to him, and noticing spiritual realities even in ordinary, everyday things. This was during his 1998 trip to Sicily, when he was introduced to two thirds of his father’s family.

Portami a Ballare (Take me Dancing), from the San Remo festival of 1992, is sung in Italian, and is a tribute to his mother.  The death of Renato’s mother, as described in his book, was a life-changing event.  The song is about a son asking his mother to dance: Renato regrets that he never took the opportunity to dance with his mother before she died so unexpectedly.  The song beautifully captures the nostalgia, filial love and regret, and might actually be my favourite in the whole album.

Staying with the theme of dancing, Cinderella is a cover of a number by Steven Curtis Chapman.  At this point, Renato was already married, and reflecting on family life (he has five children).  He is joined in the singing by his daughter, Marie Grace, and his niece, Kiara Bonasera.  One can only imagine what a grace-filled time they all had recording it together.

Another cover (you might have guessed that Renato is a fan of SCC) is the beautiful I will be here.  Knowing Renato personally as I do, I am well aware of some of the challenges he has had in his life over the past year or two – challenges which one would have thought might prompt the de-listing of this piece from the album.  To his credit, he has retained the song which was originally recorded in honour of committed married love.

In an acknowledgement of his time as Assistant Director of Spirituality at Aquinas College, Renato includes Give Me Your Eyes, a cover of a Brandon Heath song he has made part of student retreats.  Another song with a social justice theme is his most recent one, I Offer You, which he wrote after interviewing Francis Leong from the Catholic Missions office about Rwanda and Zambia.  Renato describes how the tune arrived in his head before the lyrics, which eventually came all at once in less than a day.  The song is a meditation on the problem of evil, and how the only answer he has is – in the words of the Divine Mercy chaplet – offering to the Father the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.

His Grace is Enough relates to a difficult period in Renato’s life, when he was visiting the grave of his mother at a time when he was struggling in his personal life (the ‘thorn in the flesh’ reference), going through a dark night of the soul, and needing God’s grace.  This is repeated in a more expressive, acoustic version at the end of the album with intricate guitar work by Dom Zurzolo, another colleague from his Aquinas College days.

Although Renato has temporarily retired from active teaching, he wants to share the faith-journey-as-story approach to the Christian walk, by producing a teaching resource from his book and album, which could be used in the Religion and Life curriculum for year 10 to 12 students.

Reviewing the journey life has taken Renato on, we are reminded of Alasdair MacIntyre’s words: ‘Of what story or stories do I find myself a part?’.  Followers of Renato will be looking forward to seeing which direction God might take him in next.

Reminiscing Heart is available on iTunes, as well as on Spotify and Amazon.  For a complete playlist, go to YouTube Playlist.

Works Cited

Antonio, R. (2016). Into the Cloud of Knowing. Perth: Renato Antonio.

MacIntyre, A. (1981). After Virtue: a study in moral theory. London: Gerald Duckworth & Co. Ltd.



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GK Chesterton and Anglo-Catholicism –a forerunner of the Personal Ordinariates

This week we have a guest post from Simon Dennerly. Simon, on behalf of the Personal Ordinariate of Our Lady of the Southern Cross, has got together with the Dawson Society to host a series of talks on Chesterton’s fictional works. Our local literary expert, Daniel Matthys, gave us a spellbinding introduction last week. If you haven’t yet attended, it’s not too late to start.

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by Simon Dennerly

What do G.K. Chesterton and the Ordinariates have in common? In a sense, everything.  This has lead to a project to promote the Personal Ordinariate of Our Lady of the Southern Cross, by promoting G.K. Chesterton: using a model that is easily replicable.

Many people are aware Chesterton was an Anglican writer who converted to the Catholic Church: but that is only half the story.  To a vast majority ‘Anglican’ automatically means ‘Protestant’, but while Chesterton wrote many of his great works while a member of the Church of England, few are aware he was a member of the Anglo-Catholic section of that institution and critical of Reformed Theology. Faith shapes one’s world-view, and Anglo-Catholicism is more than just liturgy, it is also an intellectual school. So when we talk of Chesterton’s conversion: it was not to ‘Catholicism’, as he already held Catholic…

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When God sends someone alongside


The Parable of the Labourers in the Vineyard, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn (1637), oil on panel, The Hermitage, St Petersburg.

There are times in my life when I am astounded by the generosity of God.  Today’s Gospel  – the Parable of the Talents – shows God as an investor who expects us to be doing something with the gifts he gives us.  And the more we give ourselves away, the more he repays us: “everyone who has will be given more”.  Over the past year or two, I have had example after example occur in my life.

How do we become a gift to someone else?  I know I have experienced this only recently – although in this first example, I was not the gift, I was on the receiving end.  About fifteen months ago, I was at a particularly low point in my life, worse, even than when my husband died.  For that, I had been prepared – spiritually prepared even, before the cancer had been diagnosed.  But when I was at this low point, and in terrible agony of spirit, angry at the Church, angry at the passivity of others, and constantly calling on God to ask what in the world he thought he was doing, some friends invited me to a quiz night at a neighbouring parish, and I went along, still ready to tell my story of frustration to anyone who had an ear to listen.  And God sent me someone to sit next to me this particular evening and be interested in my complaint.  This was one of the deacons who was ordained to the priesthood last Friday, along with five others from the Archdiocese.

If Deacon – now Father – Mariusz is anything to go by, these new priests are a bumper crop, and I expect great things from them.  May God use them abundantly in his service.

There is a prayer we say at Opus Dei recollections, which goes (in part),

My Lord and my God, I firmly believe that you are here; that you see me, that you hear me. 

When God sends someone alongside you, as he did in my case – over several dozen cups of long macchiato no sugar taken at Brewed Awakening  – you realise that God indeed does see you and hear you, and that the God you have spent so much time kneeling before in the Blessed Sacrament, has been looking back at you all along, and smiling, no doubt quizzically.

Since this time, I have been making more of an effort to be a gift to others, or to come alongside them.  This is what the Holy Spirit does: he is the Parakletos (παράκλητος) – literally, he who comes alongside.  This doesn’t come naturally to me as I am by nature a selfish person, but we all have to start somewhere.  Only yesterday, I was able to sit down with a woman in another coffee shop, and listen to her talking about the tremendous mental pain she and her family are in.  It sent a quiver of shock and awe through me when she described me as being like an angel God had sent to her in her time of need.  Sometimes people just need you to ‘see’ them and to ‘hear’ them.  I put those in quote marks to emphasise that I am talking about a different kind of seeing and hearing from the everyday – there is an extra dimension and it is rather like tuning in to someone’s soul.

And when you do this, giving of yourself, God surprises you with unexpected events.  Like the time I helped out a friend by paying his airfare for a trip he needed to take, and the very next day my neighbour turns up and offers me an all-expenses paid trip to South Africa because she has a spare ticket.

Of course you don’t go into this for the reward.  But virtue is its own reward, as they say.  And all we have to do is take Him seriously when he asks us to do something with whatever gift he has given us – keep paying it forward.  God is never outdone in generosity.


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With One Heart Joined Constantly in Prayer


Promise of the Elect from last year’s Ordination to the Diaconate

A wondrous thing is happening in Perth on 17th November. Six young men are giving their lives to God and will be ordained as priests.

It behoves us all (yes, that word may seem archaic, but I need to use some lofty language to express the grandeur of this event) – it behoves us all, as a praying, united, Catholic community, to spend some time supporting these men in prayer.

Joanna Grzech, sister to one of the ordinands, has suggested that we all join in a Novena – starting tomorrow, if you can, so that we can reach the end point on the day prior to the big event.  Joanna says …

I ask that you join me in a novena dedicated to the futures of these men. A novena is a set of prayers that we pray over 9 days with a special intention. A novena to St. John Vianney may be fitting given he is the patron saint for Priests.

Please pray this novena for these men to be steadfast to the will of the Lord during their vocation. Let us pray that they be prayerful, devoted and faithful to spreading the Good News and the teachings of Mother Church. 

Three men are lucky enough to be locals and have their close family and friends around to celebrate this joyful occasion, but please keep in your prayers those whose family cannot be here for their ordination due to health or financial reasons, that that they feel the love of their Perth Catholic community like they would from their own families. 

These men’s lives will no doubt be tough, but they have been called at this time to do God’s work, and we thank them for listening and answering God’s call. Please keep them in your prayers now as they prepare for their Ordination, and throughout their lives.

You can find and download the words of the novena here:
St John Vianney Novena.

The six deacons are: Mariusz Grzech, Konrad Gagatek, Joseph Laundy and Tung Vu from St Charles Seminary, and Patricio Carrera Morales and Kenneth Acosta Garcia from the Redemptoris Mater Seminary.

Our sincerest congratulations to all of you for your perseverance and gift of self.