A Pilgrim Guide
I have agreed to an unusual request: to be a pilgrim guide by email to someone who takes a three month sabbatical visiting pilgrim sites in UK and emails me questions. Here are four examples.
1) My pilgrim starts at the tomb of England’s King Edward the Confessor at Westminster Abbey. What should be our attitude to shrines where religion is riveted to power politics? I send this quote from my book Saints of the Isles: ‘King Edward of England, Confessor of Christ, died on January 5 1066. According to his Life (Vita AEdwardi Regis, ca. 1065-1067 Nelson Medieval Texts 1962), some time before he died he had a vision in which two deceased monks he had known in Normandy appeared to him and foretold that since
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2) How may we pray on hallowed sites where dark deeds and heavenly light intermingle? My book Healing the Land, explores ways we can say healing prayers for past sins on such sites. E.g. the following:
May Christ set this land free from the bitterness of memories, and the power of the past to control the present.
All The victory of the cross over neglect and fear. The victory of the cross over hatred and division.
Reader Here may healing take place and our wholeness be restored.
Leader Lord, bless this earth on which we live and work and make community.
Take from it the corroding effects of human betrayal.
Bring from it goodness that will nourish and renew us all.
3) How may we be present to our forebears?
I paste extracts from a service for remembrance of forebears in my Liturgies from Lindisfarne:
Psalms: 23; 42;43; 139
Creator and lover of souls, you uphold us in life and sustain us in death; our God who cares for us all.
For us you have raised from death a mighty Saviour who, like a rising dawn, shines on those who dwell in the shadow of death.
We thank you for our loved ones whom we see no longer and for all our forebears. Renew in us
gratitude for those from whom we come, for it was you who gave them their being.
As the sun rises in the east so they arose out of your love. In the dimness of memory this alone we
know, that as the sun goes to its rest in the west,so they rest in you….
All are yours, O Lord, you lover of souls.
may your peace be on your ingathering of souls, Jesus Christ, Son of gentle Mary,
your peace be upon your own ingathering.
4) How do you carry this sense of the holy back to ordinary life?
I sometimes light a candle or look at an icon of Christ harrowing hell.
I practice seeing eternity in a grain of sand or a bush aflame with God. Gaze at them long enough for the inner eye to see.