God in the Basement

Our wee chapel
is in the basement
of a shop
and Latin Mass is celebrated here
every Sunday.

Today, at the Consecration,
our priest raises the host,
which is now Our Blessed Lord,
and as I bow my head
I find myself thinking,
“God is in the basement!”

I feel stunned.

Almighty God …
here with us …
in a basement …
in Belfast …

W O W ! ! !

I remember words
that I have heard Mother Angelica say
many times –
“Jesus told us ‘I will always be with you’,
and He is – in the Blessed Eucharist.”

God here with us …
every Sunday …
in the basement.

How amazing,
how wonderful
and how humble
is that?

(Aren’t we are so blessed??)

© Claire Murray, 7th October 2023

Light in the Darkness

We live in dark, dark times
but sometimes we see a light
shining in the darkness.
Just a wee, tiny light,
all on its own –
but don’t they say
that a candle in the dark
can be seen
from miles away,
shining every bit as brightly
as a star in the sky?

Thank You, Lord,
for the men and women of courage
who light up
the darkness of these times.
They’ll never know
how much hope and comfort
their light brings
to those who find themselves
enveloped by the darkness.

© Claire Murray, 7th October 2023

Forgiveness is a Decision

As I pray this morning
about forgiveness
the words of a song
pop into my head.

“I get knocked down
but I get up again.
You’re never going
to keep my down!”

I struggle with forgiveness,
you see.
I mean to forgive
and I believe that I have forgiven.
Then,
somebody says something
and in that instant
a memory of that incident
fills my mind
and I find,
to my disappointment,
that the resentment
remains.

This can happen
days, weeks, months
or even decades
after the event.

I can’t speak for others
but I feel that, in my case,
forgiveness is a decision.
Not a decision
that I get to make
once and for all,
but one that I have to make
repeatedly
every single time
that a resentful memory
comes to mind.

Lord,
give me the grace
to make the decision to forgive
as many times
as it takes
so that I too may say,
just like the song,
“I get knocked
but I get up again!”

© Claire Murray, 10th November 2022

Pharisee and the Tax Collector

Today’s Gospel
is the story of the Pharisee
and the tax collector
who both go to the temple
to “pray”.

While the tax collector
prays from the heart,
acknowledging his faults
and begging for mercy,
the Pharisee indulges
in singing his own praises
and condemning the tax collector
whom he regards
with disdain.

It’s oh, so clear to us,
the listeners,
to see who leaves the temple
at peace with God.

But it’s also oh, so easy
to condemn the Pharisee
in the same superior way
that he condemned
the tax collector.

In our ordinary, daily lives
we can also be easily tempted,
like the Pharisee,
to compare ourselves,
very favourably
with others.

Today’s Gospel challenges us
to do better than that.
It challenges us
to exchange
that comfortable sense
of self-righteousness
for humility.

In my attitude towards others,
who have I most closely resembled today –
the Pharisee
or the tax collector?

© Claire Murray, 26th March 2022
(Luke 18: 9-14)