These Sundays I’m working with the Church Army captain on a very relaxed, informal sort of service in the hall, available to people who don’t normally come to church and who find formal services not only intimidating but also impenetrable. They are not Communion services, for obvious reasons. I’m very happy to support him in […]
For only the second time in my life, I just walked out of a church service. It was a double baptism, two families, two babies. The church was full – both were large groups. All the way through, people were lounging, chatting to each other, checking their mobiles. They were just killing time until they […]
“And prayer is moreThan an order of words, the conscious occupationOf the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying.And what the dead had no speech for when living,They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.” (T S Eliot, Little […]
‘Prayer co-ordinates my life’ (Sacred Space) (image from stacatholic.org)
Well, our come-back kid has come back once more …. the blood clot is being monitored and managed so he was discharged on Sunday morning, in time for Youngest Daughter to pick him up and take him to church for the first time in a month. He’s a brave man – there would have […]
The landscape could not be more different from Thomas’s. Here there is no suggestion of melancholy and fairy-tales and doubt. I compare Thomas’ timid throwing of gravel with Herbert’s ‘engine against th’ Almighty’. Herbert’s image is taken from siege warfare, the ‘engine’ that would be built to fling missiles against the fortress.
Originally, Patrick was a slave in Ireland. Eventually he went back to his oppressors in order to share the gospel with them. This sonnet is by one of my favourite poets, Malcolm Guite, and will eventually appear in his new book of poetry on the saints of our islands. Patrick Six years a slave, and […]