‘What a wonderful device an apostolic lens might be.’
Margaret Silf
Margaret Silf is passionate about making Christian spirituality, and especially Ignatian spirituality, accessible to people with no theological background. Her columns reflect her experiential approach, drawing connections between the eternal truths of the Christian vision and the moment-by-moment events and choices of everyday living.
Margaret lives in her native England. She is married with a grown daughter, and holds a BA degree in English from London University and a Masters degree from Keele University. Trained by Jesuits of the British Province in spiritual companionship, she left paid employment as a technical author in the computer industry in 2000, to devote her time to writing, and accompanying others on their spiritual journey through retreats, workshops and days of reflection.
She has written many books on the spiritual journey for 21st century pilgrims, including Inner Compass, Close to the Heart, Wayfaring, Sacred Spaces, and the CPA award winning The Gift of Prayer. Her latest titles are Wise Choices (Bluebridge) and Roots and Wings: The Human Journey from a Speck of Stardust to a Spark of God (Eerdmanns).
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The Best-Laid Plans…: ‘We can let faith open us up to God’s inexhaustible surprises.’
God’s inexhaustible surprises
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Mind Where You Go: Every square mile of this planet is holy ground.
Every square mile of this planet is holy ground.
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Sorry Business: We can learn from the Australian experience.
The importance of Australia's national apology to the Aborigine people
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The Road to Emmaus: ‘God’s wisdom comes quietly alongside us, where we least expect it.’
'God's wisdom comes quietly alongside us.'
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A Cautionary Tale: ‘How readily we conform ourselves to deformities and distortions of our lives and our world.’
How readily we conform ourselves to deformities and distortions
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Sacred Space for Transformation: ‘The cost of living our vocation is to be fixed and rooted in the cold soil.’
According to the Swiss painter Paul Klee, the artist is like the trunk of a tree, drawing up through its roots in the unknown soil below what will bring life to the branches above: leaves, flowers and fruit, a life of which he or she knows nothing. That strikes me as a pretty apt description of the
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Coal to Diamond, Frog to Prince: ‘God’s dream takes time to emerge.’
In the beginning, God ran the grains of the embryonic earth through creating fingers and dreamed a dream: that every one of these grains might become, in Gods love and power, a being capable of reflecting something of the mystery from which it springs; that each grain might become what it is destine
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Treasures of Darkness: ‘The poverty of a wintering earth contains secret riches.’
One of the happier aspects of the fall season in the northern hemisphere is the sudden urge we get to plant bulbs. Having just moved into a new home, with a tiny garden that is bravely trying to survive on a layer of builders’ rubble, I have to admit that this urge was accompanied by considera