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A Father Ignatuis Story by Victor S.E. Moubarak

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST. 
Unexpected Correspondence.

Father Ignatius was enjoying breakfast when Father Donald came in holding a letter.

“Only one for you today … and it’s from the USA judging by the stamp.”

Father Ignatius frowned, “I don’t know anyone in the States …” he mumbled.

Father Donald chuckled as he poured himself a cup of tea. “Maybe it’s from Hollywood. They probably want to make a film about you …”

The older priest was not amused. He opened the letter and read:

“Dear Father Ignatius,

“You’d be surprised how long it took me to trace you down. I contacted almost every bishop in England. I hope this letter finally reaches you.

“I’m Johnny Nottingham. Do you remember me?” Father Ignatius mumbled … “Johnny Nottingham …”

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A Fr. Ignatuis Story by Victor S.E. Moubarak

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST. 
A Fr. Ignatuis Story 

by Victor S.E. Moubarak
What did she know?
It’s amazing how sometimes a chance remark or a word spoken in jest can lead one to think something anew or with a fresh point of view.

Father Ignatius was helping with the dismantling of the Nativity scene in church and putting away the various statues safely for use the following Christmas. One of the helpers lifted the statue of the Virgin Mary and remarked: “Look at her face. She looks sad. It’s as if she knew what was to happen to Jesus when He grew up.” 


“She’s probably tired after giving birth,” replied another helper.


“No … she looks sad, not tired. Do you think she knew that Jesus would be crucified Father?”


Father Ignatius sat down on a nearby chair. 


“I think we need a rest, at least I know I do …” he said.


The other helpers stopped for a while.


“It’s a good question you ask …” continued the priest, “many people have argued about the Virgin Mary over the years, and no doubt will contin…

The Adventures of Father Ignatius: by Victor S. E. Moubarak

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UBI CARITAS ET AMOR. DEUS IBI EST.
I'm losing my Faith.


Father Ignatius was in the Sacristy tidying up after morning’s Mass when one of his parishioners came in and asked if he could have a quick chat. Being quite approachable, the priest glanced quickly at his watch and agreed to spend a few minutes with the young man, in his mid-twenties.

“Father … I’m losing my Faith …” was the abrupt introduction.

Father Ignatius said nothing, encouraging the young man to continue with a nod. “I’ve been a Christian all my life, but there are times when I’m totally confused. I ask myself whether God really exists … whether it’s all real … or just some invention. I wonder whether God … Jesus and the whole of Christianity have just been invented over the years by society … just to regulate itself … I sometimes find it a real struggle to believe that God exists … but the more I try to believe the more I doubt.”

“I don’t blame you,” replied the priest, and this had the desired effect of gaining the …