Bishop Hugh Latimer on the Lord’s Prayer

Tudor church history is at the same time a truly fascinating, poignant and tragic subject. There were martyrs on all sides as the power swung from monarch to monarch, and as various clergy and others found themselves on the “wrong side” of the current situation, they often paid with their lives to witness to the strength of their convictions. On such figure was the Bishop of Worcester and Anglican reformer Hugh Latimer. By no means innocent of co-operation in the persecution of Catholics, he himself was burned at the stake for his Protestant views under the rule of Mary Tudor. All of this to me is profoundly sad. He, along with fellow bishops Cranmer and Ridley, is immortalised in a famous 19th century memorial monument to their martyrdoms in Oxford.

Bishop Hugh Latimer on the Martyr’s memorial in Oxford.

In these less rancourous and more ecumenical times, one can hopefully appreciate the spirituality and courage across the divides of Tudor ecclesiastical politics. Latimer was deeply committed to pastoral care, and encouraging among the laity a serious Christocentric piety. Nowhere is this more evident than in his sermons on the Lord’s Prayer.

Latimer’s pulpit in Cambridge.

Today I was reading one of them, his fourth in a series, and I was struck by some very lovely passages. The one I would share today is his reflection on how the adjective “Our” in the Lord’s prayer, in its opening and throughout, insists upon a profound equality and identification of all believers with one another, and the need to overcome any artificial divisions. For the prayer that is given to us by Christ himself to be efficacious, it must be offered in a spirit of not having disdain, arrogance or feelings of superiority towards anyone around us. This is a lesson whose importance never goes away, and is as timely as ever. We are in this together, as equals, in sincere humility, or else our Christian profession and prayer is no more than a posturing sham.

“Now to make an end: we are monished here of charity, and taught that God is not only a private Father, but a common Father unto the whole world, unto all faithful; be they never so poor and miserable in this world, yet he is their Father. Where we may learn humility and lowliness : specially great and rich men shall learn here not to be lofty or to despise the poor. For when ye despise the poor miserable man, whom despise ye? Ye despise him which calleth God his Father as well as you; and peradventure more acceptable and more regarded in his sight than you be. Those proud persons may learn here to leave their stubbornness and loftiness. But there be a great many which little regard this : they think themselves better than other men be, and so despise and contemn the poor ; insomuch that they will not hear poor men’s causes, nor defend them from wrong and oppression of the rich and mighty. Such proud men despise the Lord’s prayer : they should be as careful for their brethren as for themselves. And such humility, such love and carefulness towards our neighbours, we learn by this word “Our.”

Thomas Traherne: a Litany of Thanksgiving for the Exaltation and Virtues of The Blessed Virgin

As we enter now the month of May, I continue to reflect upon beautiful and classical devotion to St Mary as found in the Anglican tradition, indeed centuries before the Oxford Movement and its Anglo-Catholic successors of the nineteenth century and beyond. I hope this summer to focus in my own reading more on the great Anglican poet and mystic Thomas Traherne (1637-1674).

His stature as one of the great “metaphysical poets” continues to grow as the scholarship on his poetry demonstrates both his continuities with ancient devotion and the mystical tradition, and also as a precursor of Romanticism.

More on Traherne as the summer progresses. For today, this first day of May, I want to share this Litany of thanksgiving, drawn from his reflections on the feasts of the saints. Those familiar with Byzantine Orthodox hymns to the Theotokos and the Roman Catholic Litany of Loreto will find a real kinship with Traherne. I come back for reflection to these lovely phrases, so resonant with ancient, medieval and Baroque imagery.

And first, O Lord, I praise and magnify thy Name

For the Most Holy Virgin-Mother of God,

who is the Highest of thy Saints.

The most Glorious of thy Creatures.

The most Perfect of all thy Works.

The nearest unto Thee in the Throne of God.

Whom thou didst please to make

Daughter of the Eternal Father,

Mother of the Eternal Son.

Spouse of the Eternal Spirit,

Tabernacle of the most Glorious Trinity.

Mother of Jesus.

Mother of the Messias.

Mother of him who was the Desire of all Nations.

Mother of the Prince of Peace.

Mother of the King of Heaven.

Mother of our Creator.

Mother and Virgin.

Mirror of Humility and Obedience.

Mirror of Wisdom and Devotion.

Mirror of Modesty and Chastity.

Mother of Sweetness and Resignation.

Mirror of Sanctity.

Mirror of all Virtues.

The most illustrious Light in the Church,

wearing over all her beauties the veil of Humility

to shine the more resplendently in thy Eternal Glory …

And yet this Holy Virgin-Mother styled herself but the handmaid of the Lord, and falls down with all the Glorious Hosts of angels, and with the armies of Saints, at the foot of Thy Throne, to worship and Glorify Thee for ever and ever.

St Mary’s Church in Credenhill, Herefordshire, where Traherne was priest and rector.

Fr Joseph McSorley on Prayer

I treasure my lovely and worn by use 1935 UK edition of the Paulist Father and scholar Fr. Joseph McSorley’s “A Primer of Prayer.” Fr McSorley, who lived from 1874-1963 was a historian, theologian and pastor, and among other things an expert on the rich tradition of devotion to the Holy Spirit in 19th century American Catholicism, the teachings of the 18th century French Jesuit mystic Pierre de Caussade on Abandonment to the Divine Will, and also was confessor and spiritual advisor to Dorothy Day. He had the ability to express the most sublime things in disarming, everyday language. This book is available very inexpensively online used for purchase, and I recommend it highly to help you begin or deepen your journey, wherever you are at.

After saying how we should approach God in familiar love and friendship, he then says:

“Take for example, such questions as ‘How shall I converse with God?’ Why, of course, simply and naturally as I talk to my mother. For, in the back of my mind, there hovers an awareness that HIs love of me surpasses even hers: that to Him I owe all I possess; that on His generosity my whole happiness depends; that being truly my Father, He delights to have me tell Him whatever is on my mind, or in my heart,—joys and sorrow, hopes and failures, temptations, troubles, plans, resolutions.”

“If I thrust things resolutely aside, there at my right hand, and at my left, I always find Him waiting to listen, ready to answer.”

We are all beginners, everyday.

Fr McSorley

John Donne on Thanksgiving for the Virgin Mary

The seventeenth century figure John Donne is one of the best-known English poets of the seventeenth century, often regarded as the most prominent of the “metaphysical poets.” Known for a variety of poems, including his Holy Sonnets, Donne was for the last decades of his life a devout Anglican priest and pastor, including various parish ministries and then Dean of St Paul’s cathedral in London. I have found him a steady and valued companion since first reading him when I was a sophomore in high school, in English Literature class, and find myself often returning to his poetry in the Spring.

For today I would just like to share this lovely section from Part V of The Litanie, first published in 1633, in which he gives Thanksgiving for Mary’s role in the scheme of redemption, utilising seamlessly many images and themes from the Tradition:

For that fair blessed Mother-maid,

Whose flesh redeemed us; That she-Cherubin,

Which unlock’d Paradise, and made

One claim for Innocence, and disseiz’d sin,

Whose womb was a strange heav’n, for there

God cloath’d Himself, and grew,

Our zealous thanks we pour. As her deeds were

Our helps, so are her prayers; nor can she sue

In vain, who hath such titles unto you.

Abbot Martin Veth: Custody of the Heart

I am very happy to see that someone has uploaded my 2001 book on Abbot Martin Veth online, where anyone can read it who makes a free account! Abbot Martin was a true disciple of Abbot Columba Marmion, whom he had met previously. This volume has excerpts from his spiritual conferences. Anyone interested in Benedictine monasticism and/or the early Liturgical Movement might find this book very helpful, and I hope you give it a try for Spiritual Reading.

Here is the link:https://archive.org/details/custodyofheartse0000veth

Abbot Martin Veth, second abbot of St Benedict’s Abbey in Atchison, Kansas.

St Alphonse Liguori: Prayer to the Holy Spirit

When I come across a prayer I like I sometimes feel the need to share it. St Alphonse Liguori was an eighteenth century moral theologian, Doctor of the the Church, bishop and devotional writer. His heartfelt writings have enriched many generations, and this prayer to the Holy Spirit, drawing as it does upon biblical imagery with resonances in devotional and mystical literature across the centuries, strikes me as particularly rich and potentially helpful.

“You are fire; enkindle in me your love.

You are light; enlighten my mind with the knowledge of eternal things.

You are the Dove; 
give me innocence of life.

You are the gentle Breeze; 
disperse the storms of my passions.

You are the Tongue; 
teach me how to bless you always.

You are the Cloud; 
shelter me under the shadow of your protection.

And lastly,  You are the Giver of all heavenly gifts; 
animate me,

I beseech you, with your grace; 
sanctify me

with your charity; 
enlighten me

with your wisdom; 
adopt me by your goodness as your child,

and save me in your infinite mercy;

so that I may ever bless you, praise you, and love you;

first during this life on earth,

and then in heaven for all eternity.

Amen.”

Alphonsus

Daily Prayer

The pandemic that is now upon us, along with its worries and various preparations, also leaves some time for reflection and taking stock. I have felt strongly called to think about my prayer life the past few days, and in particular my own practice of how to best anchor the hours and days in prayer. One such anchor is the Litany of Loreto, or Litany of Our Lady, found here in English and Latin: Litany of Loreto:

Additionally,  I have felt called again to take down from the shelf the book that served me first and for the longest extended periods over many years, namely “Daily Prayer”, the one volume distillation from the Divine Office of the Roman Rite. My copy is much worn, so much so that the lovely cross on the cover is partially worn out:

 

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I purchased it during my first term at Oxford, many years ago now towards the beginning of Winter, the feast of St Nicholas in 1984:

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It immediately became my treasured companion in prayer, day in and out. Only days after purchasing it I began my pilgrimage to various English cathedrals up and down the country, praying with it on trains, in rather chill B & Bs, sometimes sitting in one of the chairs in a great medieval cathedral. It closed many an evening with Compline after walking home from Evensong in the quiet of an early winter’s night. I remember the following Spring praying morning prayer in the churchyard of the medieval stave church in Borgund, Norway, enjoying the solitary beauty.

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Over the years this volume stayed with me, and its worn pages and pasted inserts testify to that. Here, for example, is the prayer of Consecration to the Trinity written by Blessed Columba Marmion, the great early twentieth century Benedictine spiritual teacher. When I look at this, it reminds me of my greatest teacher of prayer, the saintly late Fr Benedict  of St Benedict’s Abbey in Atchison, Kansas, who taught me so much in those very special days spent in Kansas:

 

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The poems and hymns included in this breviary, a wonderful anthology of English Anglican and Catholic verse, did so much to form me, and remain with me still.

Day to day this book has taught me so much over the decades, and formed my heart. Now I turn to this treasure again, the prayer of the Church, its fragile but well-loved pages ready to nourish, anchor me and guide me in the ways of the Spirit in these strange days. To end now with the reading from Vespers this evening, Romans 12:1-2:

My brothers, I implore you by God’s mercy to offer your very selves to him: a living sacrifice, dedicated and fit for his acceptance, the worship offered by mind and heart. Adapt yourselves no longer to the pattern of this present world, but let your minds be remade and your whole nature thus transformed. Then you will be able to discern the will of God, and to know what is good, acceptable, and perfect.

 

Sunday 5 After Pentecost 2019

Sermon given at All Saints, in St Andrews,  July 14, 2019

“But the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart, so that you can do it.”  Deuteronomy 30:14.

All of us have biblical verses which strike a cord within us and remind us of certain people or moments or events. As I digested the readings this week preparing to preach, this verse from Deuteronomy reminded me of how much over the years I have come to appreciate a humble and unassuming giant of the spiritual life, Br Lawrence of the Resurrection.

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Br Lawrence was a seventeenth century Carmelite lay brother in Paris. After years as a soldier, he entered the monastery and spent most of his life doing kitchen chores and repairing sandals for his fellow religious, and gradually became known as a spiritual guide. His letters and sayings were published after his death, and quickly, under the title Practice of the Presence of God, became an instant classic, translated into many languages, including English. There is much wisdom in his simplicity and approach, all focused on calmly throughout the day, in whatever work or occupation one finds oneself, habitually calling gently to mind the presence of God, whom, he came to realize, is never far away, indeed is always at hand and within reach. As Lawrence puts it,

“He does not ask much of us, merely a thought of Him from time to time, a little act of adoration, sometimes to ask for His grace, sometimes to offer Him your sufferings, at other times to thank Him for the graces, past and present, He has bestowed on you, in the midst of your troubles to take solace in Him as often as you can. Lift up your heart to Him during your meals and in company; the least little remembrance will always be the most pleasing to Him. One need not cry out very loudly; He is nearer to us than we think.”

The seventeenth century was a great time of spiritual writers, and many of them devised rather complex forms of meditation. Lawrence tells us that after reading many books about these methods and many headaches in trying to follow them, he came up with a much simpler approach. Lawrence had been a soldier before becoming a Carmelite friar, and that is reflected in the following description of his method:

“A little lifting up of the heart suffices; a little remembrance of God, an interior act of adoration, even though made on the march and with sword in hand, are prayers which, short though they may be, are nevertheless very pleasing to God, and far from making a soldier lose his courage on the most dangerous occasions, bolster it. Let him then think of God as much as possible so that he will gradually become accustomed to this little but holy exercise; no one will notice it and nothing is easier than to repeat often during the day these little acts of interior adoration.”

It is not surprising that this little book about the little way of being Christian has become a classic in the ecumenical sense, and has helped countless Christians of all stripes in their spiritual journey. His deep sense of finding God and abiding in His Presence among the pots and pans, the sewing of sandals, and in every task and every human encounter, can resonate with everyone. This approach, what we might call the Little Way, of joining love and awareness of God with love of neighbor in the small everyday tasks, the stuff of daily existence, is at the heart of Christian life, and is central to the Gospel reading of the Good Samaritan today.

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The life of Mother Teresa of Calcutta witnessed an overwhelming response of the Church and much of the world to her simple but profound way of love: doing the humblest things for the humblest people, driven by her desire to love the children of a God who loved us first. Her constant acts of kindness and inclusivity in her idea of neighbor, each perhaps little in itself, amounted to great things that made the world take notice. Likewise, but in a different context, with St. Therese of Lisieux (1873-97), “the Little Flower”. At the heart of her spirituality was the Little Way, of offering not only great suffering up to God, but also the everyday and seemingly trivial difficulties which arise in our daily lives and relationships with others. Such an attitude goes to the very heart of Christ’s relationships with almost everyone he encounters in the Gospels. Likewise, the parables are full of ordinary people, events and things, and opportunities to show love of God and neighbor.

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Just a few days ago the Church celebrated the life of one of the most important figures in the whole spiritual tradition, the sixth century monastic teacher St Benedict about whom Gregory the Great wrote a life. As in all medieval hagiographical literature, miracles performed by God through the intercession of the saint form an important part of the story. In Gregory’s Life of St. Benedict, the very first miracle Benedict performs, while still a young man, is to quietly repair a tray which his nurse accidentally broke. As Pope Gregory describes the action:

The poor woman burst into tears; she had just borrowed this tray and now it was ruined. Benedict, who had always been a devout and thoughtful boy, felt sorry for his nurse when he saw her weeping. Quietly picking up both the pieces, he knelt down by himself and prayed earnestly to God, even to the point of tears. No sooner had he finished his prayer than he noticed that the two pieces were joined together again, without even a mark to show where the tray had been broken. Hurrying back at once, he cheerfully reassured his nurse and handed her the tray in perfect condition.1

Benedict would go on to prophesy before kings, found abbeys, heal the sick and even raise the dead, but I am not sure if any of those great works of the Spirit are more beautiful than this prayerful and heartfelt desire to reach out and help a fellow human being in emotional distress. His life and his Holy Rule are full of concern for the little things, such as caring for the sick and extending hospitality to all. Many examples could be given, but his description of the duties of the Cellarer in the monastery is typical, describing him in many of the ways that would fit well the Good Samaritan:

He must show every care and concern for the sick, children, guests and the poor, knowing for certain that he will be held accountable for all of them on the day of judgment. He will regard all utensils and goods of the monastery as sacred vessels of the altar, aware that nothing is to be neglected. He should not be prone to greed, nor be wasteful and extravagant with the goods of the monastery, but should do everything with moderation and according to the abbot’s orders. Above all, let him be humble. If goods are not available to meet a request, he will offer a kind word in reply, for it is written: ‘A kind word is better than the best gift ‘ (Sirach 18:17).

The Rule also says that all guests must be received as if one is receiving Christ, and hospitality is a central part of the Little Way just as it is in monastic life.

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Likewise this week our Scottish church remembered another lesser known monk St Drostan, who is particularly venerated in Aberdeenshire. We know little about him, except that most likely he was a disciple and fellow missionary of the great St Columba, and that holy well dedicated to him serves as the water source for Aberlour distillery. But what we really know is that he prayed, recited the Psalms and drew sustenance from the liturgy, and preached and trained others to do so. He baptized and lived in community, being solicitous for the poor, and one miracle for which he is remembered is the simple but kind act of restoring the sight of a priest who had gone blind.

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What gave these figures the strength to do these things, to persevere in their spiritual paths? There is a threefold way that prepares us for this, that characterizes this monastic spirituality.  One cultivates an attentiveness to God and the needs of our neighbor by first of all living a life based upon praying together in common, through the liturgy, offering our prayers to God as a community as we do this morning, and do week after week, year after year. Secondly, by the prayerful reading of scripture, known as lectio divina, or sacred reading, we ponder over and over the meaning of God’s Word for us. And, thirdly, we do not just think about God and offer up pious thoughts, but we put our faith into action, as the Benedictine motto puts it, ora et labora, prayer and work. Like the cellarer mentioned in the Rule, our work, whatever it is, should be permeated by kindness, outreach to others, an offering lifted up to God, to use another Benedictine motto that is in itself a prayer, “that in all things Christ may be glorified.”

This not just something for monks, and indeed it has long been noted that our Anglican way of worship, though the Book of Common Prayer lived out in parish communities, has deep roots in this Benedictine and wider tradition.

The Anglican monk and spiritual theologian, Bede Thomas Mudge, notes that The Benedictine spirit is certainly at the root of the Anglican way of prayer,  in a very special and pronounced manner:

The example and influence of the Benedictine monastery, with its rhythm of divine office and Eucharist, the tradition of learning and ‘lectio divina’, and the family relationship among Abbot and community were determinative for much of Anglican life, and for the pattern of Anglican devotion. This devotional pattern persevered through the spiritual and theological upheavals of the Reformation. The Book of Common Prayer . . . the primary spiritual source-book for Anglicans . . . continued the basic monastic pattern of the Eucharist and the divine office as the principal public forms of worship, and Anglicanism has been unique in this respect.

 

While this spirituality and discipline, with deep roots in monastic and Anglican tradition, can hopefully prepare us to be attentive to God and neighbor, we must avoid complacency.  As the parable of the Good Samaritan shows, merely being an expert on the letter of the Law was not enough to truly discern who your neighbor is, nor does the painstaking performance of ritual automatically prepare us to understand what God wants from us in our everyday encounters with those around us.

The Lawyer answered Jesus correctly on love of God and neighbor as being the heart of the Law, and Jesus tells him to do this, and he shall live. And when in response to the further question of the lawyer, about who is his neighbor, Jesus relates this parable we heard today, and when the lawyer replied that he was a true neighbor to the wounded man who had showed mercy to him, the Lord responds again with a command, “Go, and do in like manner.” That is to say, remember that it is with such prompt mercy you must love and sustain your neighbor who is in need. And by this Christ most clearly revealed to us, that it is love alone, and not love made known by word only, but that which is proved and manifested also by deeds, which brings us to eternal life.

St Benedict and St Drostan and a host of others teach us in their words and deeds that in the guest we receive, in the ones we comfort and support in whatever type of need they are in, that we also do this for Christ. In such acts we perfectly manifest, and make real, love of God and neighbor. We should not excuse ourselves, saying that these matters are too great for us. The Scriptures and the whole tradition of the Little Way, which is in fact a sacred and golden way, tells us that if we cannot do greater things, then let us all help in the lesser things. Help others to live, whether physically or emotionally or spiritually in need. Give food, clothing, medicines, apply remedies to the afflicted, bind up their wounds no matter what type they are, ask about their misfortunes, speak with them of patience and forebearance, draw close to them. It is hard, but we must have confidence that God will supply us with the strength to see Christ in our neighbor. We must let compassion overcome our timidity. We must let the love of our fellow human beings in need overcome the promptings of fear that hold us back. We must not despise our brothers and sisters in need, we must not pass them by.

If I might end with the words of the great patristic writer Gregory of Nazianzus, commenting upon this very Gospel and its implications for all of us, for God, in our hearts and in our neighbor, is indeed closer to us than we might think:

“O servants of Christ, who are my brethren and my fellow heirs, let us, while there is yet time, visit Christ in his sickness, let us care for Christ in His sickness, let us give to Christ to eat, let us clothe Christ in his nakedness. Let us do honour to Christ, and not only at table, as some did, not only with precious ointments, as Mary did, not only in his tomb, as Joseph of Arimathea did, not only doing him honour with gold, frankincense and myrrh, as the Magi did. But let us honour Him because the Lord of all desires from us mercy and not sacrifice, and goodness of heart above thousands of fat lambs. Let us give him this honour in his poor, in those who lie on the ground here before us this very day, (stricken by wounds both seen and unseen), so that when we leave this world they may receive us into eternal tabernacles, in Jesus Christ our Lord, to Whom be there Glory for all ages, Amen.”

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The Visitor

St. Colmcille, also known by his Latin name Columba, was a great monastic leader in sixth century Ireland. He left his country for permanent exile and founded a new community on the island of Iona off the western coast of Scotland. Iona became one of the greatest centers for the spread of Christian culture throughout Britain.

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The Visitor

Three days ago,

just as he said.

After nones,

the hour of our redemption,

I climbed a hill

to look out

into the West

beyond the waves.

The sun, no longer

quite so high,

verging towards its

stark descent below

the limitless Ocean,

lit up the clouds

with streaks of

reddish orange.

At first my eyes saw

nothing strange or

unexpected, but then a

black spot grew larger

as it made its way toward

Iona,

our holy haven

in the sea.

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Without a sound,

the giant heron

glided towards the grass

beside me, so wasted

and tired from its flight

its great neck no longer

could support its lolling head.

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As heavy as a small child,

the docile creature

without a sound let me

pick it up and bring it

to the nearby barn.

Nestled in the clean straw

it ate and slept in safety.

 

Brimming over with reverent wonder,

after Vespers I approached

Columba, told him of the

bird’s arrival, how it happened

just as he’d predicted.

 

He thanked me for my charity and obedience,

twin pillars of our island life;

with gentle confidence assured

the bird would soon recover,

a creature dear to him he said,

for like Columba long ago

it came across the waves from

Ireland,

but unlike him would soon return.

In that moment I gripped his arm and felt

the weight of our exile, all we had abandoned,

he and I and all our brethren,

to come and live upon this Rock,

our desert in the sea.

Stumbling words cannot express

this instant union of

piercing joy and heartfelt sorrow,

grey eyes and rugged hands

reached out to me in gentle reassurance.

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I do not know if Columba

went to see our feathered guest.

On the third day it rose from its bed,

and strutting like a king

it raised a mighty head

to gaze upon the sun,

gave forth a harsh primeval cry.

Without a glance to even bid farewell,

the rested bird rose up into the currents of the air,

and set its gaze for home.

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The Prayer of St Fillan

 

 St Fillan was an eighth century Irish monk and missionary to Scotland, who is associated by local tradition with living the life of a hermit in Pittenweem in the East Neuk. The cave believed to have been his hermitage is still there and once again is a place of worship and pilgrimage, containing also a holy spring of water. Besides being a preacher and evangelist, whose bell and crozier still survive, Fillan is associated with the taming of wolves (perhaps a play on the meaning of his name in Irish), and with the fact that as he sat and prayed in the darkness of the cave, his left arm was miraculously illuminated, enabling him to read the Scriptures.

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St Fillan’s Prayer

The chanting of gulls,

Songs of shifting sands,

Souls at home where shores

Can but embrace the restless, heaving sea.

Distant echoes of Ireland,

Kinfolk far away,

Memories flow in and out

Like lapping waves.

 

Tired again, so very tired,

from taming wolves,

Teaching the discipline of freedom,

Paths of forgiveness, peace and mercy.

Uncertain, at times, if they or I, Fillan,

Grasp at all what You have done for us.

 

Sanctuary.

 

Nestled in this sacred womb,

Attentive, conscious, quiet,

I sense once more the lure of fresh beginning,

Springs of clear, pure water,

Nourish Hope of second and eternal birth.

Sitting still in damp darkness,

Gently seeking, dreaming of my very heart’s desire.

 

And somehow, in your own time, You touch me.

 

My left arm,

so recently bereft of strength,

Worn out by bearing weighty bells and crosses,

Illuminates the threatening gloom.

Emboldened eyes freshly ponder

Psalms long ago learnt by heart,

Depths deeper than this or any other cave,

Respond once more to longed-for, promised Light.

 

But oh now,

joyful, dancing, fruitful self-abandon,

Heart leaping like a Roe Deer on the fresh green hills at Dawn!

 

When I am weak, then am I strong.

 

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