Hidden Treasures of Scripture - New Beginnings – The God Who Is Always Making All Things New

There are moments in the year when nature itself seems to pause. 

This week's Autumn Equinox is one of those moments. 

Day and night stand in perfect balance before the seasons begin to change once again. 

It is a gentle reminder that life is full of beginnings. 

Yet while the world speaks of changing seasons, Sacred Scripture speaks of something even more wonderful – the God who is always making all things new. 

As we begin this new chapter of The 247 Catholic, let us begin by reflecting upon the God of every new beginning.

An Invitation to Journey More Deeply into Scripture

There are some invitations that we receive with a sense of anticipation.

They promise not simply something new, but something deeper, richer and more rewarding.

Beginning next Monday, 21 September, The 247 Catholic will begin a new journey – one that invites us to slow down, linger a little longer over God's Word, and discover even more of the beauty, wisdom and richness of our Catholic faith.

It is a new chapter, but it is not a new purpose.

How Jesus and His Family Would Have Prayed

When we think of Jesus praying, our minds often go straight to Gethsemane — that moment of lonely, tearful surrender before His Passion. 

We picture Him kneeling on the Mount of Olives, saying, "Father, if thou art willing, remove this cup from me; nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done." (Luke 22:42, RSV-CE)

But the truth is, Jesus' life of prayer didn't begin in that garden. It was woven into His life from the very start — into His home, His family, His Jewish culture, and His daily rhythm. Before He ever taught His disciples the Our Father, Jesus had already spent years living a pattern of prayer that shaped His every word, action, and silence.

Understanding how Jesus and His family would have prayed gives us a window into His heart — and it helps us see how we, too, can pray in harmony with God's will.

An Important Announcement - Coming Soon

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Do We Have More Of An Understanding Of Who Jesus Was Than The Apostles Did? Do We…?

It is tempting to assume that because we have centuries of theology, biblical scholarship, catechisms, and reflections on the Gospels, we must understand Jesus better than the apostles ever did. 

We can quote passages, explain doctrines, and attend lectures about His life and mission. 

Yet when we pause and consider the Gospels closely, a humbling truth emerges: the apostles walked with Him, listened to Him, touched Him, ate with Him, and watched Him live out the mission of God in real time. 

Poetry for the Mysteries of the Rosary

There are moments when ordinary prose feels insufficient for prayer. Moments when our thoughts need to slow down, when our hearts need space to breathe, and when words must become something gentler and more attentive. 

Poetry can do this in a way few other forms can – it invites us not to rush, but to linger.

The Rosary itself teaches us this holy slowness. Bead by bead, decade by decade, we are drawn again and again into the life of Christ through the eyes and heart of His Mother. It is not a prayer of haste, but of dwelling – dwelling with the mysteries of joy, sorrow, light, and glory until they begin to shape us.

What follows is a collection of short prayer-poems, one for each mystery of the Rosary. They are offered not as explanations, but as companions – words to hold quietly before a decade, or to return to afterwards. May they help us pray not only with our lips, but with our whole selves.

I’ll Be a Sinner For The Rest of My Life… So Please Pray for Me!

There is a quiet, almost imperceptible weight that sits upon the hearts of those who recognise their sinfulness. 

It is not dramatic; it does not announce itself with a grand flourish. Instead, it creeps in during the small moments of our day: the thought that betrays a harsh word, the impatience that rises unnoticed, the selfishness that slips into a gesture meant for others.

We carry this weight everywhere. In the office, on the train, in our homes, while walking along quiet streets, and even in churches. The pew becomes both sanctuary and mirror. And there it rests, that humble, unspoken truth: I am a sinner, and I will be a sinner for the rest of my life.