Reflections on life, meaning and purpose

A man named Martin, secrecy for thee, and a sultan for himself…

Happy feast of Our Lady of Sorrows, the day after the feast of the Exaltation of the Cross, when we “celebrate” in our distinctly Catholic way, the suffering of Our Lady at the foot of the cross. “Celebrating sorrow” is one of those quasi-oxymoronic formulations the practice of our faith can sometimes seem to throw up. But really I don’t think it’s so. Love is always, I think, bound up with a measure of sorrow – for Our Lady the terrible love of a mother for her suffering son and, we are assured, for all of us her children.