Brief Biography:

Diarmuid O'Murchu, a member of the Sacred Heart Missionary Order, and a graduate of Trinity College, Dublin Ireland, is a social psychologist most of whose working life has been in social ministry, predominantly in London, UK. In that capacity he has worked as a couple's counsellor, in bereavement work, AIDS-HIV counselling, and, in more recent times, with homeless people and refugees. As a workshop leader and group facilitator he has worked in Europe, USA, Canada, Australia, The Philippines, Thailand, India, and in several African countries, facilitating programmes on Adult Faith Development. His best known books include Quantum Theology (1996 - revised in 2004),  Ancestral Grace (2008), Jesus in the Power of Poetry (2009), Christianity's Dangerous Memory (2011), In the Beginning was the Spirit (2012),  God in the Midst of Change (2013) and On Being a Postcolonial Christian (2014).  He now lives in Dublin, Ireland.




1. I once said, perhaps rightly: the earlier culture will become a heap of rubble and finally a heap of ashes, but spirits will hover over the ashes.   Ludwig Wittgenstein.                                                                              

2. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestation of the profoundest reason and most radiant     beauty, which are only accessible to our reason in their most elementary forms – it is this knowledge and this emotion that    constitute the truly religious attitude:and in this, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man.   Albert Einstein.

3. The dialogue between theology and science is not a dialogue at all; it is a drama of the human spirit.    Alexei Nesteruk 

4. Whenever I learn a little more of the processes of creation I am amazed afresh at the unbelievable daring  of the Creator Spirit who seems to gamble all the past gains on a new initiative, inciting his creatures to such crazy adventure and risk.    John V. Taylor

5. The Spirit is the indwelling of God at the heart of the process of ongoing creation, empowering and luring all things into an unforeseeable future.  Denis Edwards                       







In affection and gratitude, I dedicate this web page
to the people of AFRICA, guardians of the homestead
that initially gave birth to the human race.

Long before the foot rested firmly on the soil,
Long before we modelled the first footprints of a child
Long before we roamed the savannahs of the wild,
In Africa, my home, God was smiling!

Long before we stalked the animal to prey,
Long before we forged the flintstone from the clay
Long before we distinguished the night time from the day
In Africa, my home, God was moving!


Long before the music of the rattle and the drum,
Long before the silence when the voice could only hum
Long before the spoken word became our daily crumb,
In Africa, my home, God was weaving!


Long before we flicked two flint stones into flame,
Long before we gathered round the fireside in our playing.
Long before the power that entitled us to name,
In Africa, my home, God was carving.


Long before we ritualized our living and our dying.
Long before we solemnized our laughter and our sighing.
Long before we danced in our worshipping of high,
In Africa, our home, God was dancing.


Long before the ancients forged the ancestral line,
Long before our peoples used the night-sky as a sign,
Long before our hunters and gardeners would design,
In Africa, my home, God was sculpting.


Long before the planet was divided into parts,
Long before religion bred fear into our hearts,
Long before the disempowering forces came to caste,
In Africa, my home, all knew freedom.


Long before the conquerors ravaged our resource,
Long before the missionaries brought their wisdom to impose,
Long before the West even knew the planet's source,

In Africa, our home, God had risen.


Long before the writing appeared upon a page,
Long before the White God adopted holy rage,
Long before the Cross would crucify a sage,
In Africa, my home, God wrote poetry.


(August, 2002)