Homilies
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Homily for the Thanksgiving Mass of newly ordained Fr Huy Tran – 30 April 2026
In recently commemorating the 60th anniversary of the Second Vatican Council’s decree on education, Pope Leo encourages us all “to cultivate a heart that listens, a gaze that encourages, and an intelligence that discerns.”[1] Wonderful attitudes for each us to develop but especially for those who are beginning a life of ministry – a heart that listens, a gaze that encourages and an intelligence that discerns. These attitudes of heart and mind are especially important, too, as we approach some of the primary questions of our time. One of those is the question of personhood. What is the human person? How do we define the nature of personhood? It is a question that has…
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ANZAC Day – 25 April 2026
Each ANZAC Day we gather with both grateful hearts and heavy memories. We remember those who went to war from Australia and New Zealand—many of them young, many of them never returned, and many who returned forever marked by what they had seen and endured. We honour their courage, their sacrifice, and the cost of the freedoms which all too often take for granted. Yet ANZAC Day is not only about remembering the past. It is also about interpreting the present in the light of that sacrifice and asking what kind of world we are now building with the legacy they left us. Once again, our world is marked by…
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2nd Sunday of Easter – 12 April 2026
The late English writer Daniel O’Leary once related a striking moment of epiphany narrated by the Irish mystic John Moriarty. Moriarty was walking through muddy patches in the meadow near his Kerry home, wondering how those “hints of heaven” could emerge from such a drab place. “How could something so yellow as a buttercup come up out of soggy brown earth?” he asked. “How could something so purple as an orchid and so perfect as a cowslip come out of it? Where does the colour and perfection come from?”[1] That question presses itself upon us with new urgency even now. We look at the world and see the mud all…
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Easter Vigil – 4 April 2026
Few of us are spared today the ambiguity of social media. For some it is a helpful means of communication; for others it is an addictive curse. Yet, in one way or another, it has become part of most of our lives. There is one type of clip on TikTok that always delights me whenever it appears. There are many versions of it under the title “Dance Funny.” A young dancer walks through streets in different parts of the world and spontaneously invites strangers to dance. The people he meets seem entirely random: people of every age, shape, culture and background. Yet the music and energy of the young dancer…
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Good Friday – 3 April 2026
Today, the Church falls silent. There is no greeting. No sign of triumph. No attempt to explain things away. We are left with the Cross. The reality of suffering. In a world feeling increasingly fragile, when the structures we rely upon are not as secure as we thought, the one answer we are given to the questions that rise within us is a man on a Cross This is deeply confronting. Because we want resolution. We seek clarity. We want assurance that things will be set right. But Good Friday gives us none of these. Instead, it gives us Jesus in his vulnerability. Stripped. Rejected. Powerless. And yet, we are those who dare to affirm that…
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Holy Thursday – 2 April 2026
In these days, when the shadow of conflict weighs heavily upon our world, and when grim economic forecasts unsettle households and nations alike, we know too well the climate of uncertainty, anxiety, and the quiet fear of what may yet unfold. It is into such moments that literature—and faith—speak with renewed clarity. In several of the Harry Potter novels by J. K. Rowling, there comes, at the end of the story, a striking insight into human nature. Such is the case in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. After all the turmoil and danger, Harry comes to a troubling realisation: that something of the darkness he opposes—something of Lord…
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Palm Sunday – 29 March 2026
Today we commemorate Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem, the place from which he will be arrested, tired and crucified. Yet there is something unsettling about the way Jesus enters Jerusalem. He does not slip quietly into the city. He does not avoid attention. Rather, he chooses this moment. He sends for the donkey. He rides into the city as the crowd cries out “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” This is not accidental. This is Jesus intentionally laying claim to his city. And yet, everything about it feels wrong. Because if a king comes to claim his city, we expect strength, control, stability, visible power But Jesus comes on a donkey. Not a war horse.…
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Fifth Sunday of Lent – 22 March 2026
One of the maxims we learn in life is that when we are in a hole, we should stop digging. It sounds simple. Yet it is remarkably difficult to live by. From time to time, we see it play out in public life—a figure caught in a mistake, who keeps speaking, keeps defending, keeps digging deeper. We cringe as we watch it unfold. And yet, if we are honest, we recognise something of ourselves in it. Because all of us, in one way or another, know what it is to dig a hole for ourselves. It happens in our work. It happens in our relationships. We say too much or…
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Fourth Sunday of Lent – 15 March 2026
The readings of this Fourth Sunday of Lent centre on the theme of seeing. In the Gospel of Gospel of John we encounter the story of the man born blind. It is a story not only about physical sight being restored, but about a deeper vision that opens slowly within the human heart. In times like our own, that theme takes on particular urgency. In these days our world is again confronted with the tragedy of war in the Middle East, especially in the growing conflict involving Iran and its neighbours. Images of destruction, fear, and suffering reach us daily. It is easy for our vision of the world to become clouded by despair,…
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3rd Sunday in Lent – 8 March 2026
I shall always remember my visit, many years ago, to a young woman of twenty-one who was dying of AIDS. Jeanine’s life had been fractured — childhood abuse, addiction, exploitation, loss. By most standards, people might have said her life had been wasted. And yet, sitting close to death, she spoke with extraordinary vitality. She dreamed of helping others who were sick. She wanted to write poetry. She treated each day as a precious gift. She spoke tenderly of her nieces and hoped for their happiness. She hoped people would not be crushed by her death but would trust she was going home to God. For someone who was dying, she was astonishingly alive.…