Pop star

Back into the 80s I very much wanted to be a pop star, but that’s a story for another day. My band, played in every dive in London. We played in the kind of North London pubs where your feet got stuck in the beer-soaked carpets. Happy days…well sometimes. In those days I stuck to the maxim – always leave them wanting more.
It has been a huge pleasure writing these daily reflections, a labour of love. I have very much enjoyed spending time with some of the most beautiful ancient prayers and reflections. In these horrible times the old words have improved my morale. I love it that we stand of the shoulders of the everyday saints who have gone before. And that of course is the great story of life – we are indebted to those who have already done the great pilgrimage of life. We walk on a well-trodden path.
So, I will be drawing to a close at the end of July, which gives us a chance to still enjoy beauties like this from the ancient Cornish Celts. It is a prayer I need to pray for my loved ones.
We open the roof
to lay our loved ones 
at your feet.
Great King
surround them with
the shining presence
of your love.
Loving Saviour
heal their hurts
with your 
tender touch.


I am back reading books by Henri Nouwen, that great Christian writer. On the outside, Nouwen looked as though he had so much. He was very bright, wrote beautifully and people were queuing up to read his work and hear him speak. However, he had frequent periods of feeling shaky and unwell. He knew that we can’t do the Christian journey, or life, on our own. We need friends, but what do we need them to do when we feel badly broken?

The temptation is to fill silence with words or mutter platitudes. But the tragedies and terrors we sometimes face are often beyond any words. The very kindest thing, the best thing we can do, is simply to abide with those who need us, just to be there and not to leave. We commit to standing with those who are in trouble. That is just what God promises to do – to abide with us. Nouwen put it like this.


The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.


We are in a time of affliction and we know it. In some ways this binds us to so many who have gone before. Saint Clement lived during the first century. It is thought that he had a great ministry among prisoners, when he was himself thrown into jail.
What strikes me about these ancient prayers are that they could have been written yesterday. They have emotional intelligence and a great knowledge of where we need help. At the moment, we feel vulnerable and in peril – we are at the mercy of a deadly contagion and our way of life is under threat. Being in lockdown has helped me to reassess my priorities and to ask what the good life really looks like.
I join with Clement and ask you to join with me in lifting up all those who afflicted, and those who have fallen on the field of battle that we call life.
We beseech thee, Master,
to be our helper and protector.
Save the afflicted among us;
have mercy on the lowly;
raise up the fallen;
appear to the needy;
heal the ungodly;
restore the wanderers of thy people;
feed the hungry;
comfort the faint-hearted.

Wounded healers

Henri Nouwen was a complex character. His books have helped many people in the great spiritual journey that is life. But he was frequently unhappy and suffered breakdowns. he was a wounded healer, as so many of us are. We minister to others from our woundedness because that is the ground that helps us to feel compassion.
Christ ascended with his wounds still on show. Why? Because he took them with him into eternity. The wounded God understands our brokenness because he was broken too. We can’t wait to be fixed in order to do God’s work. Instead the wounds are the soil from which we reach out to others and cry out to God. This is what Nouwen said.
Nobody escapes being wounded. We are all wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not, ‘How can we hide our wounds?’ so we don’t have to be embarrassed, but ‘How can we put our woundedness in the service of others?’ When our wounds cease to be a source of shame, and become a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.


When I was running the brand agency, I remember getting hold of some very interesting research. The upshot of the document was that people remember the way they are spoken to, more than the actual message itself. Indeed, and this is sobering for any of us whose job involves speaking for a living, they remember nearly nothing at all of the message.
This brings me to St Aidan, who understood this truth. In AD 633 King Oswald of Northumbria asked the community at Iona to send him a missionary to help convert his people to Christianity. They sent a monk called Corman. It was a disaster. He quickly returned to Iona. The people of Northumbria, he told his fellow monks, were an ‘obstinate, barbarous people’. They were a lost cause. Corman was brilliant and learned, but angular and harsh in manner.
Aidan, a man of much sweeter disposition, spoke up, telling Corman that he was too severe on his ‘ignorant hearers’. He explained that the milk of human kindness was needed. Aidan took on the mission to Northumbria and it was a great success. We are told that he never lost his humble and approachable ways.
Today I pray that you encounter kind words and gentleness. It seems to me that in this time that this is something we cannot do without.

Power and might

If you are like me, it has been very hard to get going some mornings. I think it is the lack of variety and sense of peril that have combined to create a sloth-like state. On the one hand, I like sloths – they are rather delightful creatures. I admire their relaxed approach to life.  But I don’t really want to be one. But there it is.
I think I would feel better if I zinged into the day, full of vigour and purpose. Perhaps a 10k run, followed by a marathon prayer session. But alas, that kind of morning is beyond me at the moment. Today, I will say this Celtic prayer in hope and faith. I offer it to you as well.
I arise today
in power and might
I call upon the trinity
with faith in the threeness
and trust in the oneness
of the world’s great maker.


So far, I have drawn these lovely prayers from mainly Welsh and Irish sources. There is also a rich heritage of ancient Cornish prayers. This one is especially wonderful, I think. Notice how it smuggles in a great deal of theology and some powerful ideas about the nature of God and the life of his followers.
Today i pray this prayer for you and call down this beautiful blessing on you and those who you love.
You who work by Christ’s side
And share in his great love,
You who touch with his hands
And feel with his heart,
His blessing is yours,
His joy till the end.
Take it.
Hold it.
You are his friend.

From the darkness

It is easy to see the Celtic Christians in soft-focus. But their prayers show people of depth, who struggled with what we struggle with. yesterday, we had the pastoral idyll at the start of Columba’s prayer. if we read on, the saint gets into much heavier waters. he tells us:
I watch the ebb and flow of the ocean tide; it holds my secret,
my mournful flight from Eire.
The great evangelist has a vulnerable side, which he is ashamed of. He misses home. Perhaps he doesn’t feel safe. He is suffering more than just homesickness. He is haunted by memories of his past. He feels that the sea is chanting his sins and he feels contrite. He reassures himself:
Let me study sacred books to calm my soul;
I pray for peace, kneeling at heaven’s gates.
And then he has a breakthrough. He suddenly knows how to come back to himself and feel more normal again. he decides to throw himself into his daily work and to work for the good of others. It is a recipe that still works, even today. Once again, he experiences some peace in his life , ‘on a peaceful isle…serving the King of Kings’

St Columba

Columba is one of the great saints. The prayer, Columba’s rock is attributed to him.  He has something that I wonder if we have lost – a great sense of the connectedness of everything. I tend to partition my life, perhaps as a survival mechanism. In a world as complex as ours where we are bombarded by messages the whole time, we need to some sifting.

But I yearn for a more settled and peaceful time. Of course, Columba’s world would have had different complexities for him to deal with. The Celtic world must have felt dangerous at times. But the Celtic Christians knew how to be thankful and how to look around and take heart from Creation. Creation helped them to feel part of a bigger story. Columba begins his prayer with praise.

Delightful it is to stand on the peak of a rock
gazing on the face of the sea.
I hear the waves chanting a tune to God
I see their glittering surf.

Tomorrow we will see how his prayer takes a dark turn…