Category: Fr John Allen Green

Each one of us will at some stage have to walk into the darkness, letting go of all that we cling to in this life. This is...

The journey is inwards, returning to the cave of the heart. It is in the gloom and the darkness that we find our path back to the...

Describing humanity and our existence as a clot of blood; deaf, blind, and unknowing may appear particularly cynical and cheerless. Yet, Jesus himself speaks of people’s hearts...

At that time, Jesus spoke out and said, “I give you fullest thanks, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you hid these things from the wise...

Whoever cherishes father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever cherishes son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me....

Caught in the embracing gaze of the beloved, I am surprised to find my own woundedness reflected in the suffering of the other. In the bloodied heart...

Control is wrenched from our fingers and we strike out in anger. In Plato’s darkened cave of our minds we also gnash our teeth like the Pharisees...

The wind blows where it wishes. You hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. So it is...

But the eleven disciples went into Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus appointed them, “And seeing him they prostrated themselves; but some doubted. And, approaching, Jesus spoke...

Thirty years ago I was travelling with a group of friends returning from celebrating an evening Mass in Edenvale, Johannesburg. I was travelling at about 80 km/h...