My thoughts this morning went in the direction of St Peter's Basilica. As one faces Bernini's baldacchino under the cupola, on its right in the nave of the Basilica is a statue of St Peter seated which attracts thousands of…
All roads lead to Rome but only one way leads to the Father. And that one way is Jesus. He is the Way, the Truth and the Life. He is the surest way and the shortest way. All other ways…
With my eastern roots and Western branches I have had the opportunity and good fortune of being able to visit quite a few countries in the world and encounter a wide diversity of cultures and customs. From these visits I…
Winter is often regarded as drab dreary and dull when Nature seems to be so very dormant. While that may be true, winter has a beauty of its own. It reveals reality as it is without thefrills and fancies and…
In my life, there has always been some sunshine and some rain. But then you came along and showed me how to make rainbows." I have received few compliments better than this coming from a young religious sister whom I…
Two different experiences with the same underlying lesson came to my mind as I walked along the Tiber this morning. The first was a letter from a dear friend whom I have seen grow from a boy into a man…
It is autumn: the fall. A season that reminds me of the transitoriness of all that is terrestrial. As I walked along the Tiber, I saw a dried leaf fall. Beholding it was a sheer delight. It sailed so smoothly,…
Autumn has its own beauty. The maple trees along the Tiber are already preparing themselves for the onslaught of winter. Nature has begun its annual stock-taking and loadshedding. In a matter of months, these sturdy maples will be bare and…
It had rained the whole of last night. God had showered His bounteous blessings on the Tiber which was in full flow. It seemed in a hurry to give egged on by a pressing generosity. How true this is! The…
Today makes two years to the date that I left Bombay to take up this assignment at the Pontifical Council for Culture at'the Vatican. Much water has flowed down the Tiber since. I recalled the night I flew. The plane…
It had rained all night long. As I walked this morning, to my left the Tiber was in full flow, its pace faster than the near casual, lingering serpentine manner in which it weaves its way through and Out of…
The flowing waters of the Tiber made me reflect on the cleansing waters of repentance. The words of Peter came to mind: "Depart from me, Lord, for I am a sinner!" (Lk 5:8). Did Peter really want Jesus to leave…
Even as the Tiber flowed, so did my thoughts. I reflected on the words that a very dear friend of mine wrote in her letter for my birthday. “You know ... almost daily I come to you ... talk to…
The placid waters of the Tiber reflected accurately the maples that flank its banks. So still was the river, hat I could see reflected every branch and leaf. Stillness is necessary for reflection. One of the characteristics of our modem…
To love is to live and to live one must love. Only he who loves, lives because he who loves, lives in God and God lives and loves in him. And God alone lives. He alone IS. His alone is…
Days, weeks, months and years have passed but the Tiber flows. Generations have been born and have passed away, but the Tiber flows. Civilisations have risen and fallen, but the Tiber flows. The incessant flow of the Tiber reminds me…
Over weeks and months the maple trees along the Tiber have been vested anew. The rich green foliage that now covers them did not appear overnight. The branches at one time were bare, stripped to the very bone; then a…
The tall sturdy trees along the Tiber remind me constantly as to how society needs to be structured. The deep roots nourish the broad trunk which in turn breaks forth into branches that yield flowers and fruits. The strong and…
I walked along the Tiber this morning, scattered along my path were heaps of blossoms all scorched, dried and reduced to dust. No one even bothered to notice them. And yet, only a few days back, these very blossoms were…
As a priest I have over these past twenty-five years and more prepared not a few couples for marriage and assisted at their nuptials I have seen them hand in hand walking as if on a cloud, gliding down the…
Long before dawn, in the cold stillness of early morning the birds have already begun chanting their lauds as they praise the Lord with grateful song awaiting the gift of yet another sunrise and yet another day. Where was this…
The Tiber as it flowed past reminded me of what true love is. Love is a self-emptying process. It is a process and not a product. A product is something finished and complete; whereas a process is something that continues…
I brought before my mind's eye as I walked along the Tiber, the number of faces I saw and gazed at while travelling by train this morning: the face of a child with such sparkling eyes so full of wonder;…
It was a very misty morning as I walked along the Tiber with visibility reduced to barely a few yards. I could scarcely see the river. But there it was flowing, moving, going on! I reflected. Mist or no mist,…
The experience of San Giovanni Rotondo continued to haunt me as walked along the Tiber this morning. Crowds flock to visit the tomb of Padre Pio because he was a holy man. Genuine holiness always attracts; for what else is…
My thoughts along the Tiber this morning took me back to San Giovanni Rotondo the place where Padre Pio was buried and where I had been on pilgrimage yesterday. I was touched by the inscription by Pope Paul VI on…
My thoughts along the Tiber this morning were on the theme of the Plenary Assembly of this Dicastery that we just concluded: "HOW TO SPEAK OF GOD TO PEOPLE TODAY"*. There was so much inspired thinking and so many insights…
It had rained right through the night. This morning, the Tiber looked so full as it hurriedly flowed past as though wanting to give more generously and quickly what it had received all night long. The more we receive, the…
Crack! Even before I knew what had happened a branch came crashing down as I walked along the Tiber this morning! There it lay bare and broken on the pavement condemned to death and decay. As long as it adorned…