Midnight Mass

This year for Christmas
we do something completely different –
we go to vigil Mass in Latin …
at midnight!

Everything about it
is special.
Beginning with driving to Mass
along deserted streets.
Then carols during the blessing
of the crib.
Followed by the mystery and wonder
of the Mass
celebrated with great reverence
in Latin.

A sense of Christmas expectation,
a sense of community,
a sense of shared faith,
a sense of being in a church
that feels like home.

Then, as we leave,
something very unexpected happens –
a young man shakes my hand.
The first handshake
in almost two years.
A simple, Christ-like gesture
from someone who chooses
to live life in faith
rather than in fear.
I feel like I’ve been given
a very special Christmas present!

Midnight Mass in Latin –
wonderful (literally!)
Such a perfect way
to celebrate Christmas!

© Claire Murray, Christmas 2021

Slieve Foy

It’s been raining
for days
and I’ve got soaked
many times –
leaving out the rubbish,
getting spuds from the garage
and putting out a massive spider
that’s been trying
to take up residence
under our sofa!

Finally,
the skies clear,
the rain stops
and we all head off
to Slieve Foy
in the Cooley Mountains.

A tiny stream flows along
right beside our path
carrying autumn leaves
in its clear waters.
A sheet of water
slides gently down
along a sheer rock face,
pitter … pitter … pitter …
as it drips
onto the stone below.

On our way
we find countless waterfalls!
Waters tumble and race,
jostle and pour,
splashing and churning
before disappearing
underground,
murbling and gurgling
somewhere
beneath our feet.

To my surprise
I find myself thanking God
for this week’s rain,
without which
we couldn’t possibly
have been blessed
with the wonder of waterfalls
tumbling playfully
in joyful exuberance
along the paths
of Slieve Foy.

© Claire Murray, 23rd October 2022

Salmon

In today’s Gospel
Jesus explains His purpose in life
to Herod –
“ … for this I came into the world –
to bear testimony to the truth.”
I find myself asking God,
“What about me, Lord?
What’s my purpose?”

I sense an answer from My God
that is instant, surprising
and delightful.
“Claire,
you are like the salmon.
You came from Me
and your purpose is
to find your way back to Me
during your time
on Earth.”

Immediately,
I think about the salmon
who return to the source
of the River Roe,
high up in the Sperrins
in springtime.

From wild Atlantic to Lough Foyle,
upstream to Limavady and Dungiven,
further upstream to Dungiven,
and yet further upsteam
to the shallow, gravelly river beds
of the small stream
near the Mass Rock
at Glenshane.

Salmon who journey
thousands of miles,
drawn inexplicably
to the exact, remote spot
in the Sperrins
where life for them began.

I give thanks to My God
for that still, quiet,
irresistible voice
deep within me
that draws me
closer to Him.
and I pray that, like the salmon,
I too may fulfil my purpose
and find my way
back my origin
during my time here
on Earth.

© Claire Murray, 30th October 2022
(John, 18: 33-37)

Apple Cakes

I’ve just finished baking
and apple cake
for my Aunt Anna
using windfall apples
from our garden.
The kitchen’s in a floury mess
and I’ve a stack of dishes
to wash.

Standing at our sink
I look out at our garden …
and I stand still.

Wow!
Our garden is ablaze
with colour!

Autumn leaves of
yellow and orange
brown and pink
are almost aglow
as they reflect
the autumn sunset.

Leaving the dishes
I call Paul out to the garden
and there we stand
watching our garden
radiant with colour –
transformed
in the most gentle of ways.

And isn’t that just like
the transforming power of God
when we invite Him
into our lives?
While our circumstances,
may remain unchanged
God blesses us
with the gift
of being able to view our situation
in a new light –
with hope.

The power of Almighty God
to gently transform
the most mundane events
of our lives …
even washing floury dishes
after baking apple cakes!

© Claire Murray, 18th November 2022