SECULAR ORDER OF DISCALCED CARMELITES
England, Wales and Scotland

Today we remember a modern Spanish Carmelite saint not well known in these islands, St Maria Maravillas.  I have borrowed this summary of her life from a Carmelite website.  ‘ Maria Maravillas was born at Madrid in 1891. She entered the El Escorial Carmel, Madrid on 12th October 1919. In 1924 she was inspired to found a Carmel at Cerro de los Angeles, alongside the monument to the Sacred Heart of Jesus. From this foundation followed nine others in Spain and one in India. She

I was discussing St John of the Cross with a fellow Carmelite yesterday and she used an extraordinary word to describe him, saying that she finds his words ‘soothing’.  I can identify with that, because although his emphasis on darkness and nothingness can make him seem quite forbidding, the message at the heart of his thought is that nothing matters more than God.  But if nothing matters more than God - and we know that God is unchanging and his love our ultimate resource –

The Office of Readings is such a gift – an extraordinary range of offerings.  Most are from the Church Fathers but some come from later writings and even – as today – from the twentieth century, the Vatican II document Lumen Gentium.  This chronological depth is a reminder of the vast history of the Church, a history going back even before Christ to the saints and the wonders and the wisdom of the people of Israel.  In committing myself to Carmel, I had a secret fear that I w

Today’s Feast of the Immaculate Conception reminds me of my attitude as a born-again Christian before I came into the Church.  In those days such doctrines (the Assumption being another) seemed to me and my peers to be gratuitous additions to Bible teaching by an ecclesial body out of control.  The Catholic hierarchy had developed an obsession with Mary which distracted people from the centrality of Jesus, the Redeemer of humanity.  Entering then into Holy Mother Church mysel

I need do little more today than reproduce an extract from today’s Office of Readings, which seems to me to be perfect for a Carmelite.  Not to mention that it was written by a man who served in these islands for the last fifteen years of his life as Archbishop of Canterbury - St Anselm of Aosta (1033/4-1109 ):  ‘Flee your preoccupations for a little while. Hide yourself for a time from your turbulent thoughts. Cast aside, now, your heavy responsibilities and put off your bur

In our new Manchester OCDS group somebody mentioned the name of Pedro Ballester, previously unknown to me, as a potential Manchester saint.  I did some research and discovered that he was Pedro Ballester Arenas (1996-2018), engineering student and member of Opus Dei, who died in 2018 in Manchester from bone cancer.  According to one website ‘ He had an ordinary life, which left an extraordinary mark.  On one occasion Pedro felt nauseated by the treatment he was receiving at t

The latest issue of Communicationes, the bulletin sent out from Rome by the General Curia of the Teresian Carmel, contains an item that triggers memories for me.  It is a report of the visit of the relics of St Therese of Lisieux to the Carmelite Monastery of Our Lady of Grace and St Therese in Carmel, California, on the occasion of the centenary of the foundation of the monastery.  Two memories in particular.  First, some years ago I was privileged to visit the chapel of thi

My good friend Richard died early yesterday morning.  When we first met thirty years ago we discovered that we had been born on literally the same day - and that gave us a special bond.  I will hold in my memory the thought of Richard’s unfailing kindness and helpfulness.  For example, he happily stepped in and drove a friend of mine sixty miles there and back when I could not keep my own promise of a lift to that friend.  His passing will leave a hole, but I instinctively tu

I am fascinated by the extent of St Teresa’s continuing influence over souls.  A wonderful example is the Frenchman St Charles de Foucauld (1858-1916), whose feast day is today.  Charles lost his faith as an adolescent.  In his twenties in Morocco he saw the way Muslims expressed their faith and he began repeating, “My God, if you exist, let me come to know you.”  He rediscovered God at the age of 28. He spent 7 years as a Trappist, first in France and then at Akbès in Syria.

I found this reflection for Advent on The Sisters of Carmel website, suggesting that the season of expectant waiting is paradoxically also a season of remembrance. ' As we approach the end of the liturgical year, and the calendar year, too, we are once more faced with the consideration of the end of time – and most people sense a personal realization of it, in a way, because we all must admit how swiftly this year has passed.  These days of a waning November always give a se