is Bede, Sunderland’s great monastic scholar and the Father of English History,
as depicted in the window of the Bede Chapel, Sunderland Minster. He kneels on
the beach in prayer, and is my companion at Morning Prayer, whether I am found
in joy or sorrow, and whether I am fully present or distracted.
I have needed to wrestle with many distractions, in order to be present to, and
at prayer for, those who are hurting.
am struck that the word Be is found in the name Bede; and by the way in which
both dark and light depict his face, his world, my world.
have had a hell of a day today, beginning with a delayed and stressful train
journey. By the time I got home, I felt like I needed one of the stunning
the-heavens-proclaim-the-glory-of-God sunsets we regularly get here on the east
coast. Instead, I got the faithfulness of the first twinkling stars, appearing
despite cloud cover, despite light pollution. A different proclamation, a
quieter one – if we can differentiate the volume of silent proclamation – and
perhaps the one I actually needed to hear today...