...and while Parliament debates, I am in one of HM prisons teaching Prevenient Grace to a young catechumen.
N. is preparing for baptism, and my task today was to look at the way in which God is really the initiator: he loves us first, and so it isn't a question of us saying earnestly "We should all try to be holy". It is essentially just about saying "Yes" to God and responding to his love...we looked at St paul teaching this to the Ephesians...
I hadn't much wanted to go to the prison this afternoon...apart from anything else, the walk from the railway station is a rather horrid one, and also I had wanted to stay on at college where the research for the dissertation is just getting interesting. Which just shows how rather spoiled and fussy I am. I always learn a lot from the young prisoners, and although I suspect I don't really help them very much, at least they get a visitor and, I hope, an ordinary sense that being in prison doesn't make any difference to being part of the Church - we're all together when we pray, and all just Catholics.
Home, and thinking about bombing Syria. Is it a good plan? Bombing places from the air never really seems to work: there'll be TV scenes of burned children, and it will all go on into a terrible muddle, getting worse and worse, while the guerilla-types on the ground, hide out, building strength, knowing their own territory and telling the local people how horrible we are.