Vulnerability,Brené Brown says it’s uncertainty, risk, emotional exposure—but it feels to me like standing barefootat the edge of the sea,where the sand still remembers my nameand the water does not.Lately, the tides have changed.What once felt like a gentle shorelinenow asks me to swim—past the protective reef,past what is familiar,into waters that are deep, dark,andContinue reading “Beyond the Reef”
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The Marriage of Christmas and Emmaus
Christmas is God’s greatest surprise:God steps onto the dusty and rugged road of our human journey.No longer distant—no longer mediated only by fire, cloud, angel, or law—God walks with us now in flesh and vulnerability,as companion, as Child, as Presence.For this mystery, the heavens themselves cannot remain silent:Gloria in excelsis Deo.And yet, so often, weContinue reading “The Marriage of Christmas and Emmaus”
I am—born and grown under the bright Caribbean sun,cradled in the warm, salt-sweet womb of the Caribbean Sea.Before my ancestors dreamed of freedom,God was already stirring the waters,brooding over chaos, whispering life into broken beginnings.The waves sang my lullaby before I knew my name,and the trade winds carried the stories of those who came beforeContinue reading
Synodal Gift
At the School of Liturgy in St. Lucia, I watched a young soul, Nye Smith, participating in the journey.Seated beside his brother, lost in the glow of a screen, he was utterly absorbed, drawing life into a cartoon character.I approached, forming a gentle bond, and asked,”What are you sketching?””How old are you?””Who are you with?”HisContinue reading “Synodal Gift”
God Wink
I was sitting in the peaceful ambience of a restaurant at Fond Deux, St. Lucia, when a man I had briefly met the day before approached me. He asked, “Do you know the meaning of ‘God’s wink’?” I said no, and he explained that it refers to a seemingly coincidental event or personal experience interpretedContinue reading “God Wink”
Growth without values is fragile
THE EDITOR, Madam: In his inaugural address marking the start of his third term, Prime Minister Andrew Holness offered a wide-ranging vision for Jamaica’s development. He pledged innovative policies to accelerate our sluggish economy, elevate our creative industries as engines of growth, and advance transformative projects to position Jamaica as a regional logistics hub. HeContinue reading “Growth without values is fragile”
Rum, salt and blessings
THE EDITOR: Madam: Two events, occurring at different times, caused unease among Christians in Jamaica. On November 17, 2013, The Gleaner reported that Rev Marjorie Lewis used salt to bless offices at the Ministry of Youth (‘Salty Ritual leaves youth ministry staff concerned’). Recently, Minister Daryl Vaz used white rum to bless school buses, prompting the JamaicaContinue reading “Rum, salt and blessings”
Divine Wind and Wave
I envision myself as a single grain of sand, a tiny speck upon the boundless expanse of the beach of creation. A humble grain, coexisting with countless others, part of the magnificent tapestry of the created order. Yet, despite my minuteness, my ego whispers that I am the vastness itself—claiming the beach for my own.Continue reading “Divine Wind and Wave”
Time to update registration, voting processes
THE EDITOR, Madam: Jamaica’s electoral system is well-established. For decades, checks and balances have guaranteed free and fair elections. However, while the system is just, it also needs modernising. If we are serious about engaging Millennials and Generation Z, the time has come to update our registration and voting processes. On the eve of theContinue reading “Time to update registration, voting processes”
Forced Silent Pause
The Church, a Formula One driver, speeding past despair and sorrow,unaware of life’s weight.The Church, a ship on vast high seas, powering past other vessels,shrouded in darkness.The Church, a car with air-conditioning,on life’s endless highway,members cocooned in individualism,floating in self-concern,oblivious to others.A sudden tire-burst, a forced pitstop,a rudder shattered by storm’s fierce cry,a failing engine,callingContinue reading “Forced Silent Pause”
Beloved Reflections 