Welcome to the Cenacle Region of Aotearoa New Zealand/Australia.
We companion people on their faith journey in the midst of life. Living justice and Gospel values,
we draw from our experience of God, creating a place where people can encounter God.
A prayer to be prayed aloud while walking slowly and with reverence.
I make the encircling
ripple of water
elegance of dawn
blush of rose
stirring of day
I make the encircling
quiet of earth
glow of candle
rhythm of pulse
stillness of night
I make the encircling
green of Spirit
heart of God
presence of Christ
wellspring of life
Pope Francis 31 May 2017
General Audience (In anticipation of the celebration of Pentecost)
This “invincible hope” that the Holy Spirit gives us can also be shared with our brothers and sisters so that we may be “sowers of hope.
“It’s not Christian to sow bitterness and doubt,” the pope said in an impromptu remark. “Sow the oil of hope, sow the perfume of hope and not the vinegar of bitterness and despair.”
The pope quoted Cardinal John Henry Newman, who said that filled with this hope we can become “consolers in the image of the Paraclete… advocates, helpers and bringers of comfort to others.”
The poor, the marginalized, the unloved are the ones who need someone to be their consoler and defender the most, the pope said. This world we live in also needs the Holy Spirit and St. Paul wrote that it also “ardently awaits” the liberation.
Pope Francis compared the Holy Spirit to the wind that leads us “towards the safe harbour of eternal life” and called us to defend and care for creation.
“The Spirit is the wind pushing us forward, keeping us going,that makes us feel like pilgrims and foreigners and doesn’t allow us to get comfortable and become sedentary.
The pope said that hope is both an anchor (cf Heb 6:18–19) that keeps us safe in turbulent waves and a sail that allows us to glide above the water. Hope “collects the wind of the Spirit and transforms it into energy that pushes the boat toward the open sea or the shore,” he added.
St. Paul’s Letter to the Romans concludes by praying that “the God of hope” will make us “abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” The pope said that this hope is not only for the eternal life after death, but also for our life on earth.
“As long as there is life, there is hope,” Pope Francis said quoting a popular Italian saying. “The opposite is also true: As long as there is hope there is life. We need hope in order to live and we all need the Holy Spirit in order to hope.”
Events and updates:
– Cenacle Friday Prayers for Peace: read here about the action and for Neil Vaney's inspiring homily (of 2015!), read here.
– Waikane Cenacle Family May get together – another special afternoon; click here
– Cenacle retreat opportunities – see Retreats in 2017.
– Letter from Bethlehem by Br Peter Bray, Vice Chancellor of Bethlehem University – 15 April 2017; click here.
Articles of interest:
– Stop Trafficking – anti human trafficking newsletter June 2017 (US Catholic Sisters Against Human Trafficking).
– Sr Anne Powell RC “Consumer Power Making a Difference”.
– Andrea Dean “The Living Hell of Modern Slavery”, published in Tui Motu InterIslands, issue 213, March 2017 (reprinted with the kind permission of Andrea Dean, the author, and Ann Gilroy RSJ, the Editor of Tui Motu InterIslands).
Travina Oh (left) and Michaela Stack at the Cenacle Family monthly catch-up in May, standing in front of an artwork by Michaela called Consider the lilies in mixed media, on loan to the Cenacle sisters.
Refugees Welcome in New Zealand!
Our Cenacle community in Waikanae stands in solidarity with millions of women, men and children who each day suffer as a result of war and violence. We honour the innocent lives lost, both in war and conflict and in the desperate and dangerous journey to find a safe new home for all. We take a stand – as so many people have come together around the world to say “Refugees Welcome in New Zealand!”
We invite you to relect on Anne’s poem, Refuge of Spices. Anne wrote this poem some years ago when she was in Hyde Park, London. She retrieved a ball which a little boy had thrown and was unable to reach. Anne and the mother of the child had a conversation. The family were refugees from Iraq.
Refuge of spices
The woman from Iraq tows
her children through the park.
Wind troubles her black
robes painting a ship
sailing on a green sea.
Her children run free as waves.
The woman sits by the lake
Oasis in a strange land
lacking the hospitality of raisins and sweet tea.
She throws bread to the two swans
that paddle her lostness to the other side.
Allows the solitude of swans
to carry her home where palms
and palaces welcome her
beneath the blue dome of sky.
Feels the desertion of exile
beneath her breast
beneath her fingernails
refuge of spices.
© Anne Powell