Day 3...#OfGodAndMe ...mainly Uni...1st summer at a US Camp, 2nd stopped by illness. A low point, but also growth in faith...a direction was there...& heading far away...
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18. It was the Year of Three Popes, and I finished up working In Edinburgh for those weeks, interwoven with the Festival programme. Cambridge came as a shock. It took a while to see beyond the preciousness of College & Chaplaincy life, but I found good friends & faith grew.
19. A brilliant young friar, BobOP, was our college chaplain, & turned out 2 be an OB of my school. His informal Eucharists in student rooms were pivotal 4 my growth. The Children’s Visiting Gp created by Assist.Chaplain was faith in action, visiting families with ‘special’ kids
20. In retrospect, the biggest faith-developing moment was seeing a student after mass, sitting still & entirely lost in prayer. Kerry Leeper had more effect on me than any talk (tho’ Michael Ramsay was very good!) & inspired me to take prayer seriously, & seek to pray more.
21.Memorable retreats: one from college to Hemingford Grey; another with Ian Petit to Buckden Towers, where we nearly died of exposure. Then at Easter 1980 (2nd year) I went to Worth Abbey for the Triduum: this was completely new. I loved the psalms, & wanted to keep going there
22. ...so began a deepening fascination 4 contemplation & monastic prayer: the desert & those who pointed the way for us. Simone Weil was a new guide. In my 3rd year I found I was 2 doors down from Merton’s flat: his Contemplative Prayer read my mind & heart..I read @ Daily Mass
23. My roommate pal for 2 years switched from Classics 2 Theology, so I had a vicarious education in esp. StPaul & Hinduism.Standout experiences were the annual Dante Lectures; R.S.Thomas entrancing a theatre-full & Seamus Heaney doing an intimate reading, his wife in front row.
24. I might've seen it coming, but 1 day, walking across Market Square...the word ‘monk’ went off in my head; Not me, surely? I’m nowhere near those guys...but it wouldn’t go away. Novice Master & Abbot were patient & wise: you’ve been shown a glimpse. Is this what u want & need?
25. The advice was to do something else first. India beckoned. My roommate’s brother’s friend had been to St Stephen’s College, Delhi teaching English & directing Shakespeare. Sounded great, but word came back that the Principal wouldn’t have a Catholic at any price...#OfGodAndMe
Thank you for getting this far...tomorrow, despite the rejection, we go to India & back, with snakes & lows & highs... #OfGodAndMe
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Today we celebrate the fruitful death of #SanRomero #StOscarRomero. The oppressors of the poor thought they had silenced him…that worked out about as well as killing #Jesus did for the perpetrators. 1/
The chapel at #DivineProvidence hospital (a wonderful hospice run by #Carmelites) in #SanSalvador, where #Romero was shot celebrating a memorial mass on March 24, 1980. His last homily, like those preached in the Cathedral, was recorded…even the gunshot…2.
How, in a Central American war zone in the late 1970s, did #Romero’s people take a live feed from a pulpit in a huge, echoey Cathedral...& end up with such clarity in the recording? I don’t speak Spanish, but #Monsenor might get a Diction of the Century award, I think...3/
Sad to miss Rev Dr David Scott’s funeral today in his beloved Lake District. A train load going from Winchester I could not join with. So I sat & re-read his wonderful contribution to our #AugustineBaker conference in 2000 in #Abergavenny. His waspish…1/
…sinuous, intrigued & intriguing lilt on every page. I miss the twinkle in his eye, & that timbre in his voice that made him one of the best of readers. It’s not fully present on these SoundClouds (he needed the audience?) but his poems are brilliant…2/ bit.ly/3XnyJJI
A Long Way From Bread & Skelling Michael are 2 of my favourites…#RowanWilliams’ quote gets him well in this obituary. 3/
Today I had a long awaited opportunity to visit the grave of #SimoneWeil. Finding her writings, and her life, both extra-extraordinary, lit up my late teens. Her response to #GeorgeHerbert’s Love, & her living Easter at Solesmes struck loud chords…1/
I knew what I was looking for from photos @RedRector but I hoped 4 a few clues at the Cemetery. An Office? No. Plot number map? No. Chapel? No. Time was short, & I actually had no idea where the ‘Catholic bit’ was: & how big was it? There were tall angels evrywhre so no help. 2/
Some sixth sense or a guiding angel took me to the right area…then a look at the plot number on GMaps confirmed how close I was. The flat memorial is inconspicuous, but the colour of the lovingly kept primulas stood out. 3/
On the 33rd anniversary of the murder of the #UCA#Jesuits of #ElSalvador & their mother & daughter companions, I treasure the unforgettable @RomeroTrust pilgrimage that took us there, & the people we met. #SanRomero, pray for us all. 1/
Our visit to #UCA in 2017 was only our 2nd & 3rd days in #SanSalvador, staying @ the beautifully located #CentroLoyola. We met wonderful people everywhere who welcomed us with open arms. They asked that we might share their story with others when we returned home. @RomeroTrust 2/
We were able 2 see the rose garden where 4 of the #Jesuits were shot dead. 2 more & the #Ramos mother & daughter were shot inside. Poignantly, the gardener #Obdullo was their husband & father. He found the bodies at dawn. The women had stayed over 2 be safer from govt violence 3/
Day 2, #OfGodAndMe Moving towards adult life...
we continue with departure from London to Hampshire, 1970...
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9.4th sister stayed with neighbours to finish her O Levels, so I was an only child, in a new town. A 17 mile Sponsored Walk for Oxfam showed me the geography, but I never quite took to Bournemouth. The stammer made reading round the class torture at times, altho’ I loved to read.
10.Another summer camp in Wales. But now news came that my Dad had suddenly died. For sound seeming reasons I was left at camp & not brought home 4 his funeral; but it was not a good call, & wouldn’t happen now. When I came home I felt I couldn’t talk of him as it upset my Mum.
1. I walked the day we moved from leafy Strawberry Hill to Woodford in 1960, for my dad’s work. I was youngest by 5 years. With 4 sisters, I was destined 2b named Charlotte, & everyone was shocked. Fortunately I was baptised Michael Anthony, sharing Padua’s feastday. #OfGodAndMe
2. It was a ‘mixed marriage’: so Catholic schooling. I lived the slow impact of Vat2. Our churches were Franciscans at Woodford Green & a brand new church of Blessed Anne Line a walk away; my school was solid. I adored Midnight Mass, the words of hymns, but much else was a blur.
3.I loved my sisters & felt truly enfolded in family. We did homework together. If they weren’t quite ready 2 go out, I took their boyfriends into the garden for football & cricket, & got them proper sweaty. The eldest was married & gone 2 NZ in 1967. She had been my second mum.