To The Editor Cathnews

I feel compelled to submit a humble response to the report on the gathering of opponents to the Pope’s exhortation, “Amoris”, (among other things), on 7th April. It seemed a rather extraordinary public display of peevishness.

True, some must have felt ignored, perhaps slighted, by the absence of recognition or public response of their “filial feelings”.

Regardless of the course events take, I feel:
The “anxiety” of detractors seems impervious to the Pope’s genuine intent, and his reading of an emerging spirituality in the new millennium.
They seem entrapped by their own cultural reading into the Lord’s message, even the true meaning of Evangelisation.
Learning and strict adherence to “tradition” has created “neo-Pharisees”. This is not a “bookish” Pope; but a loving pastor of the Lord’s flock, interpreting The Word’s unchanging truths, for those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.
Pope Francis’ is not intransigent or lacking in compassion for the suffering people of Christ. I do not believe that the Pope is avoiding interaction on important issues, just avoiding confrontation. He thrives on descent – without it he says the Church would be dead. Jesuit teaching and the long experience through Argentina’s political milieu have strengthened his reliance on discernment – something his detractors in their zeal seem to ignore. I find it hard to believe that their direction comes from the Holy Spirit when they scrutinise the Pope’s style of gentle persuasion and reform. Missing in their pronouncements is any awareness of the Pope’s sensitivity to diversity in a culture-captured generation that clings to old structures in an emerging consciousness.

Far from being heretical, his comments and insights, challenge our awareness; our beliefs and responses to prayers and the sacraments. In practice, he demonstrates what Cardinals Burke and the late Caffara refer to as “the essential service of the Pope to safeguard and promote the deposit of faith, true doctrine and sound discipline consistent with the truths believed.” We do, however, question the idea of teachings being anyone’s preserve. We would rather like to see dogma lived through a loving pastor (servant), who also encourages and exhorts towards the essentials of love for God and His creation. As St Paul might say “Learning without Love is an empty gong!”

In support of their arguments they quote Blessed Paul VI. But, in considering “Humanae Vitae”, the leaders neglect “Evangelii Nuntiandi”.The exhortation underscored the Church’s mission in the Twentieth Century, and had a profound influence on Pope Francis. In each step the Holy Father takes, I see reprints of what was writ in 1975. Humbly, I submit to the angry fathers that they meditate upon “Evangelii Nuntiandi”, before they cause irreparable harm.

A Light is gone


The light goes out, the curtain drops. I become isolated by a tale that goes back seventy years. When, there was mum, my elder brother Ernest and myself. Mum became very busy gathering and providing for the three of us. Ernest assumed the role of the man of the house. And, I blissfully unaware of the stormy blast, played dream games like any other five-year-old. Ernest, very seriously took to guiding me. We had a very loving brotherly relationship, that periodically broke out into violent fist fights. These were broken up (mercifully) through interventions of Narayan Singh. We’d patch things up and go on to do other things together, like going to the pictures.

Two individuals could not be more different. Ernest was the model student, representing the school in all the sports with distinction. I was left with a burden of trying to catch-up, and to be reminded that I should try to be more like my elder brother. Ernest continued to excel through the college years. He did well in his studies while representing his college in soccer and diving. He earned a reputation as something of a “tutor”, based on the demand for his popular “Notes”. In demand, not only at Meerut College, but also in the neighbouring girls’ college – a reputation that gave him an advantage over other budding studs. A born leader, he became a prefect at a time when exceptional skills were required to maintain peace and discipline among warring students bent on killing each other. Favourite among his “extras” was the stage. He saw a lot of India, travelling with the college troupe, representing Agra University at National Youth Festivals. At graduation he was awarded the Vice-Chancellor’s medal for being among the top ten all-rounders from among about 14,000 students.

In the world of work Ernest always fought above his weight. He moved around companies, always giving his best, right till his retirement. In retirement he continued to seek to make a difference. He was involved in his parish and gave of his time and talents to whom-so-ever and where-so-ever he thought he could help in any way.

This light was extinguished on the 3rd of February 2018. He will be sadly missed by his rock and best friend (my sister-in-law Margaret) their daughter Georgina and her extended family, George, Roopa and Abigail, Gerald, all his brothers, sisters and those who were blessed to have known him. He will be missed, but we know he is in a better place.



OnToday’s Readings: Judith8:25 – 27, Mark5: 1- 20



“(It) is not vengeance that God exacts on us , but a warning inflicted by the Lord on those who are near to His heart”.

How else do we explain the torment the demonic sufferers till the encounter with Christ? He had lived alone, haunted by his demons, in a graveyard, aimlessly shouting – no one daring to approach him. In anguished cries for freedom he destroys whatever means were used to restrict him. In that abject state of hopelessness he has the unsuspected gift of sight. He sees Jesus in his true person; a grace still not granted to the disciples. He is able to see and communicate with Jesus in a unique and powerful way. We recall Peter’s famous plea,“Leave me Lord, I am a sinner”.

It is Jesus who sets him free from what is an infliction given him, in terms of the text from Judith. We question why great calamities occur; we question the miseries that fall upon the innocent; we ask, “Why me” in times of tribulation? Indeed. Why was this poor man possessed by multiple demons? In his darkest hour there is hope, there is grace, there is mercy. He was given the grace to see and hear God’s glory in the most adverse of circumstances. Like the floods that cause misery in so many parts. Yet, the receding waters leave fertile soil behind for the planting of a new crop, harvest and food for the survivors. Like a glorious dawn following a dark night!

The incident would have been recorded as being no different from the several other miracles performed by Jesus had Jesus not instructed the man to go back to his people to be a witness to God’s glorious work. The work of bringing God’s salvation among the untouchables and gentiles is underway.

Cry Freedom

We sit huddled in a wagon called “Culture”. With us are our belongings of talents, hopes, aspirations, achievement, and all we hold dear. The wagon is poised on an ancient hill that’s overlooking a steep and bumpy road leading to our destined valley of milk and honey, we have named “Civilization”. We ponder.  The wagon could hurtle perilously gathering speed down the bumpy track, if unchecked. Or, can we trust the brakes of Responsibility and Wisdom to slow down the descent?

Of Determined Consequences

It is indeed right and wise that we interpret and update scriptures and our tradition to mirror the prevailing spiritual consciousness. But, I pause. Do we sufficiently consideration the consequences of what we end up doing? For, while we chip away at the rock on which the Church is built, we expose it to the changing weather, and the rains with eroding floods, that could sweep under the structure. Who will care for the displaced poor in spirit? Well may we marvel at the stately pleasure dome we erect over the rubble. But, will its supports stand up when the rains revisit? There will be a fall of Babel proportions. Our detractors then will mock us. “Where is their God”, They will say?

Of Narcotics and an Evolving Mind

There was a popular rebuttal during my undergraduate years. It went, “While Karl Marx was calling religion the opium of the masses, he was peddling his own brand of narcotics.” He was not the first to think so; and there have since been many peddlers, off many roofs. Some have amassed amazing wealth on platitudes that could be dreamed up, given the leisure of time and a comfortable armchair.
In vain do pastors strike “mea culpa” over vacant pews (and dwindling takings). The fault lies not in the gestures, rituals or rhetoric, but in a seismic shift in the universal consciousness. No longer are people content to be dumb participants in liturgy, they want to actively participate in worship, with a desire to interact as the heart directs. Nothing new. A frustrated Catholic, John Dryden, complained of “ pious times, ere priestcraft did begin, ere polygamy was made sin …” He goes on to say that people with many multiplied their kind etc. In fact, this restlessness, this primal urge for freedom, goes back to the garden of Eden, when our first parents wanted to feel free and equal to God. This was of course the cause of all our woes; yet paradoxically, it was a grace freely given to humans, as natural as breath and life-giving senses and organs. Being human, we are never content with the gift itself, but feel compelled to nudge the boundaries a bit further by degrees.
With Civilization came cultures; cultures constructed social structures necessary for survival. To dominate the environment and to make it safe and conducive, human inventiveness set a path of scientific and technological progress – the start of our emerging wonderful world. We have become masters of the empirical and the laws of physics. While this “worldly wise” half of our minds developed, it largely neglected the part inhabited by intimations of another life. We call it our spiritual self. A wide chasm has occurred, with each side refuting all that the other side stands for. In hubris, and from relative positions of strength, each side has tried to dominate and extinguish the other. It is a futile exercise for both the creature and the divine are indivisible; parts of the same person that cannot exist in just a single dimension.
Though still in denial, while our physical features and inventiveness evolved, there has been a current of correlative changes in our consciousness. That is inevitable. For, as our material horizons expanded even our psychic perceptions expanded to absorb the the emerging macrocosm. One feeding off the other and yet unable to exist without the other. So, the “Thou shalts” begin to be replaced by sophisticated communications with the Divine. Fire and brimstone, retributions and changes in fortune, based on transgressions, are relegated to past understandings. The drama of Cause and Effect is being played out on a different plane with our consciousness being transformed – now more compatible and reflective of the emerging brave new world. It’s hard to shed our emotions, and lessons of our childhood indoctrination. Yet, what an enriched and fulfilling faith awaits those wise enough to read the emerging natural signs.

A Case for Passion in Politics

Conservatives grow with an obsession for a squeaky clean image from their formative years. Resulting, in uniform achievements in the leadership stakes. Like studious bookkeepers they watch the double line ledgers in case there is an overflow in the trickling effect. Labour by contrast has had a crop of fallible leaders that grew to the status of Shakespearean heroes. Their hallmarks have been charisma, boldness, vision and the indefatigable desire to make a difference. One side shows preoccupation with quibbling and grandstanding as modern-day Sir Oracles, amassing wealth but little else. The other side labours to expand and nourish the common wealth. It is good that we are gifted with this splendid isolation, sheltered from the tsunamis that threaten and rock the continents oceans away. Our leaders only have to contend with minor swells, mostly of their own making. O happy lot!