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Catholic Authors: Pray, Listen, Then Write

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Some Catholic authors write as if they belong to a Church Beleaguered, not the Church Triumphant.  Articles tend to be either defensive or angry attacks against adversaries.  Many religious writers retreat, focusing only on like-minded souls, writing for a small, mutual admiration society. The rest are tempted to quit when it seems like the world is wearing a spiritual blindfold. In an online conversation with me, Victor S. E. Moubarak articulated the dilemma of Christian writers today: Many Christian are busily writing their blogs daily wondering who is visiting them, or whether their efforts are having any effect on anyone. We all write for different reasons.  Some genuinely want to put some positives out there in a negative and dark internet full of bile and cynicism. Others write for pure vanity. Whilst others wonder whether to bother to continue writing or whether they should just give it up. The latter would be a pity because it would turn off yet another of the little lig

"Father Ignatius in hell" - A story by Victor S E Moubarak

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In this story a kind and faithfull priest ends up in hell, with unforgettable memories of what is in store there.  The first thing Father Ignatius noticed as he entered hell is the total and absolute darkness of the place. Not the faintest glimmer of light shone in that bottomless abyss of intense void. He tried hard to peer into the pitch-black darkness to make out something, but it was totally in vain. He could see nothing. Totally and completely nothing. Continue reading HERE

A Father Ignatius Story: Bishop phoning by Victor S.E. Moubarak.

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST. The phone rang one evening as Father Ignatius was watching football on TV. It was Father Frederick from Bishop’s House. “Hello Ignatius are you well?” The preliminary greetings over, Father Ignatius was keen to find out the reason for the call. After all, it isn’t everyday that the Bishop rings a lowly priest such as he. “I’m sorry to tell you that Monsignor Thomas is not well … he’s in hospital right now …” Father Ignatius knew the Monsignor from way back as they trained together for the priesthood in Rome. He hadn’t seen him for a while and the news of his illness came as quite a shock. “Oh don’t worry it’s nothing serious. He sprained an ankle as he fell down the stairs,” declared Father Frederick nonchalantly. “Anyway … are you doing anything on Tuesday? Thomas was due to go to a Conference and deliver a Keynote Speech on behalf of the Bishop … now he can’t make it he suggested you go instead!” “Keynot

A Father Ignatius Story: Why no one asked Jesus? by Victor S.E. Moubarak

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST. Why no one asked Jesus? Father Ignatius tried something new with his congregation. He suggested they held an “Any Questions” meeting whereby members of the audience would ask him and Father Donald any question, totally unprepared and unscripted, and they would try to answer it. It was the first such event held at the church center and that evening in question was well attended. About fifty people turned up, which by all standards was a good attendance on a cold winter evening. Some volunteers had prepared hot chocolate and tea and plenty of cakes had been brought in and enjoyed before the meeting started. At first the questions were somewhat tentative and easily dealt with by either priest, mainly relating to the running of the church, Mass times in winter, and the diminishing amount received in Sunday collections. But then a young lady stood up and asked the top table: “May I read somethin

When Disasters Happen: A Father Ignatuis Story by Victor S.E. Moubarak

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST. When disasters happen. “We interrupt this programme to bring you a News Flash …” blared the radio in the kitchen. Father Ignatius stopped his cooking for a minute and listened attentively. There had been a train crash not far from where he lived. Somehow the train was de-railed and fell down a steep embankment into a nearby river. There were a number of casualties as well as many injuries. The priest rang the emergency number given by the radio announcer to enquire how he might help. He was asked to go to the local hospital to donate blood, and also to help comfort some of the not seriously wounded. An hour or so later he was consoled that many of the town’s folk had responded to the appeal and a long queue had formed to donate blood.  continue reading >

A Father Ignatuis Story by Victor S.E. Moubarak

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  UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST.                      Father Ignatius breaks a leg. The letter had been on Father Ignatius’ desk for about a week  now. A local firm of Solicitors had asked him to attend a meeting scheduled for this morning. He tried getting through to them on the phone, but was never able to contact the signatory to the letter. The person answering the phone could not help either. Reluctantly, he decided to attend the meeting. There were about a dozen people or so at the reading of the will. Mr Simmons was not particularly wealthy but he left a few small sums of money mainly to local charities, which the people at the meeting represented. He had no relatives or friends to speak of. Father Ignatius knew of him. He visited Mr Simmons at home a few times to see him when he wasn’t well, but usually Father Donald called on him since he never attended Mas