Friday, December 29, 2017

...and my journey home...

...from Christmas visits, back to London, was partly by STEAM TRAIN, on this excellent railway...

Christmastide...

...and gratitude for so many things...

For  glorious Christmas singing of carols...for helpless laughter at absurd family games...for much-loved faces around the Christmas table...for the crisp fresh air of Exmoor in December, and the cosy warmth of an old inn...

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

A couple of years ago, a group of carol singers in a London suburb ...

...was told by their leader that they should not sing any Christmas carols because to do so would be offensive. This was rubbish - there is absolutely no legal or other requirement to ban the singing of the time-honoured carols that are so much part of Britain's traditional Christmas celebrations. But somehow, people have got the idea that there is some sort of restriction, that "it isn't allowed now" to have carols. This is partly why I have become particularly passionate about carol-singing at railway stations and in other public places. This year I was involved with a number of groups that sang at, variously, a large hospital (visiting every ward) and two main London railway stations. (And I'm glad to say that the group mentioned  in my first sentence above has now definitely reformed its ways).

Without Christ, there is no reason to celebrate Christmas. But today, even some Christians think they ought to drop references to Christ at this season: "In the name of a false respect that is not Christian, which often hides the will to marginalize the faith, it eliminates from the celebration any reference to the birth of Jesus. But, in fact, this event is the only true Christmas!"  

EXACTLY. 

AND A BIG THANK-YOU TO THE MAN WHO HAS JUST PUBLICLY SAID THAT. 

In 2018, freedom...

...to speak on a wide range of ideas, to challenge people out of cosy networks of convenient slogans, and to make people uncomfortable by raising issues that may affect them personally -  is going to be central to life in Britain, especially in our universities.

Shortly before Christmas, Prof Nigel Biggar at Oxford wrote a thoughtful essay on Britain and Empire in The Times. He was later denounced  by some lecturers and students at the University: it's not really clear why. They just disagreed with him, and were clearly uncomfortable with having to think through the issues that he raised - especially as he was giving voice to people from places which were part of the Empire and were commenting on the realities of colonial rule.

It is already noticeable that many young people simply can't accept the idea of people disagreeing with a world-view that is currently deemed to be politically correct. They are genuinely incoherent about it, saying things like "I can't believe you're saying that!"  Of course this has been a trait in young people in each generation - perhaps it is a necessary part of the journey to maturity, the need for a group-think that provides security before and during the process of discovering the wider world and its depth and width of ideas and information.  But if we are going to continue to expect vast numbers of our young to be urged into Universities, we must accept the need to widen, not narrow, their minds when they are there. They need to be helped and nourished into maturity, not trapped in group-think.

This is the major challenge in 2018 for all who care about the rising generation and the future of our country.


Sunday, December 24, 2017

Much of...

... the media/journalism comment this Christmas consists of:
- suggestions and recipes for ever more lavish and luxurious food and feasting, some of it weirdly obsessive, sort of food-porn
- aren't-I-clever features on How I Hate Christmas and Will be spending the Day Loathing It/Doing Something Else/On a Luxury Holiday Abroad/ etc etc etc
- features on how to cope with suitable gifts for  step-parents, same-sex partners, not-quite-in-laws, and so on.

And the most stupid blurb of all came in a newspaper showing some people who were eating a celebration dinner on Dec 21st to mark the Solstice, a festival which the newspaper claimed is "celebrated worldwide". No it isn't.    Across Africa and the Americas, Australasia, much of South Asia, and even dying Europe, churches will be filled on December 24th/25th and carols sung and praise given to God for the birth of our Saviour. The number of people marking December 21st and the solstice is so tiny (at a guess,  few well-do-do British people dressing up as Druids) as to be irrelevant.

So the message from this blog is:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

because God Himself, the creator of all things, loves us so much that He came to be with us, to share in our lives, to love and suffer with us for us...




Saturday, December 23, 2017

Feminism "gender" and the Church...

...discussed in an important feature in the new FAITH magazine. Also a feature from a teenager on why every Catholic should go to Mass on Sunday. Plus a feature on a recent revival of a traditional pilgrimage site.  And more.

Want a free copy? Send a Comment to this Blog - which I will not publish - giving your POSTAL address, and I'll send you a copy.Applies worldwide.

Friday, December 22, 2017

"Well ...." said the kindly elderly lady chattily...

...sitting opposite me in the railway carriage. "So we've got a lovely new Princess...."

The Royal Engagement had just been announced and she was making the conventional noises about it. Her companion nodded approvingly, appropriate  smiling things were said, and the conversation moved on to other topics...

It was 1986.

I was rather worried by my own mental response. I was working on a newspaper based in South London: Sarah Ferguson had been living in Clapham and so the worldwide coverage, glamourous pix of the couple etc,  had a local angle for us. It all ought to have been rather fun. Suddenly, I had the thought: but is this a suitable match? Will she be able to be a princess?

Innocent until proved guilty...

...a central tenet of our common law tradition.

The full implications  of the dreadful behaviour of CofE officialdom in the case of  Dr George Bell are now emerging. Read here.

Restoration of George Bell House and other commemorations of this good and decent man will be necessary in 2018 and beyond. Watch this space as details emerge.

Busy...

...at St Mary's University to review progress on the history project. It's going well, and it was good to talk through plans and ideas for 2018....

...which looks set to be a busy year. Just been busy with my 2018 diary. Already filling up.  Check out the dates for Catholic History walks.

And a major event that I am definitely planning to attend: see here.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

More on...

...the Bishop Bell case, here. This is an absolutely apt comment.

Wonderful carol-singing at London Bridge station...

...by the LOGS group, based at Precious Blood Church, plus various members of the Pr Bl congregation, including a fine bass singer, and a delightful small girl with pigtails, who held the collection-bag through which we raised a goodly sum of money which will be split between two charities that we are supporting this year.

After our singing, we repaired to the parish house, where we were greeted with candles and prosecco and a large festive table....the youngest member of LOGS,  recently graduated from University, had volunteered to cook dinner for us all. It was most efficiently done: she prepared it, joined us for the singing while it was all gently cooking, then returned before us to do the final preparations.  We all enjoyed drinks and delicious nibbles first, and then before saying Grace the Rector announced that a generous benefactor had covered the entire costs of the dinner.  This meant that a donation that each of us had made could go instead to our charities....so this  further added to the funds raised...

It was a very, very enjoyable evening. Speeches and laughter and a celebratory poem noting the various achievements of LOGS since its foundation just a few years ago...and the distribution of this year's programme of events which includes our big annual project for London schools, a pilgrimage - by river - and various meetings and talks.


Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Conversation...

...on a bus this morning:
First Passenger (after noticing a prayer book in fellow-passenger's bag): I expect you are pleased with the new Bishop of London.
2nd Passenger:Well... um...it's not quite like that...
FP: And she was chosen just on merit.
2P: Well... no one merits it...
FP: That's a thought...
2P: Mmm...Christ chose twelve men. All the pagan religions had women priests.  It would have been more usual to choose women.  He was doing something quite specific...
FP: It's like the Jewish religion, isn't it? I mean, they only have men as rabbis...
2P: Yes.
FP: I hadn't really thought about it like that. Quite important really...
2P: Mmm.  Well...yes.


The shocking traducing...

...of the memory of Dr George Bell of Chichester  has produced much comment. The Carlisle Report fully vindicates those who had seen something very wrong in the acceptance by the CofE of crude allegations against this man. The next stage is to ensure that George Bell House and other memorials to him in Chichester and elsewhere are restored.

Standing outside Lambeth Palace earlier this week to hand in a petition concerning this, I had a strong sense of doing something that mattered. I am glad I was there.

Monday, December 18, 2017

Something slightly surreal...

...and rather bleak, about crossing Westminster Bridge at the moment. One instinctively looks up  to Big Ben - and instead there is this stack of closely-packed scaffolding, making the tower look from a distance like a ghastly distorted pretend vision of its real self. Odd, and eerily uncomfortable.

On Gaudete Sunday...

...glorious singing from the children's choir at Precious Blood Church, London Bridge. The church has a simply massive Christmas Nativity in the shrine chapel, created to be like a big cave, with a tiny waterfall, and great craggy rocks, with Mary and Joseph waiting, and an angel poised on high ready to proclaim the joyful news when the time comes...and around the church, the Three Kings are poised, making their steady way towards Bethlehem...

Up in the sanctuary stand  two massive glittering Christmas trees, one on either side of the high altar. And, outside, a beautiful Christmas Nativity in a stable, lit up with glittering stars - drawing people to enjoy it as they hurry to and fro. Immediately opposite the church is a night-club, which welcomed the church for celebrations when the latter's fabulous illumination was inaugurated by the Mayor of Southwark a few weeks ago. So the whole street has a cheery feel just at present, with a Christmas glow all around.

LOGS, the ladies' group based at the church - along with various other friends from the parish -  will be singing carols at London Bridge station this week.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

at Lambeth palace...

...this past week, I joined the secretary of the George Bell Group to hand in a petition calling for the Carlisle Report to be published: in fact it was published later in the week. The Anglican Bishop George Bell was a distinguished churchman who championed the cause of the anti-Nazi Germans, saved many children's lives through his work for the Kindertransport which brought Jewish children out of Germany, and was a supporter of ecumenical projects in addition to fostering many other good causes.   Lord Carlisle has noted the gross errors and failures that accompanied the smearing of Bishop Bell's name - you can read the full report here.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

In an incredibly packed Oxford Street...

...a splendid group from Youth 2000 gathered to sing carols. They had put out a call for any supporter to turn up and help, and it was a joy to do so. They sang, they jingled tambourines, they strummed on guitars, and they sang all the traditional carols...and handed out  striped Christmas candy-sticks to passers-by, with a joyful Scripture message.

As I left, the sound of their joyful "Sing Hosanna!" rose about the surge of the crowd beneath the glittering Christmas lights...a delight.

The entrance to Oxford Circus tube station was too packed to approach, so I went on to Piccadilly Circus. The lights in Regent Street depict glorious Christmas angels and are superb. Hopped on a bus, got to Piccadilly, but the station was similarly jam-packed -  no hope of getting anywhere near a train. I ended up walking to Westminster, past a silent and deserted Horseguards and a dark St James' Park.  The Foreign Office was dark, but all the lights were on in Downing Street - clearly people working busily there.

Home exhausted, carrying my own modest Christmas shopping (from M and S, and the gift-shop at Westminster Cathedral, since you ask - tho' I have also been doing lots of shopping elsewhere for various Christmassy things).  On a rainy night, gratitude for a warm home and mugs of tea.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

"Gaudete, Gaudete...

Christus est natus, ex Maria virgine, Gaudete..."...carolled the choir of St Mary's University, Twickenham. It was the annual Carol Service - the choir is very good and the candlelit service was utterly delightful...but not crowded. Many students alas don't relate to the University's Catholic life - the chapel is always open and welcoming, the heritage is there for all to share, but for students who have never had any link with Catholicism, it all just seems remote, a world they do not know.

However there is a good core of active young Catholic students, and the traditional service was a grand start to what promises to be a satisfying amount of carol-singing for me, as a friend is organising singing at a big local hospital tomorrow, and then there is Youth 2000 in Oxford Street at the weekend, and LOGS at London Bridge Station next Tuesday...

After the carol service, we had wine and mince pies in the Shannon Suite and I met some local residents, former students who will be of help with my work on the University's history.


I stepped out...

...on Sunday morning into an enchanting scene: Oxfordshire in snow, church spire, Georgian street, Town Hall and square all softly clad and more falling thickly on to my face and coat as I drew my suitcase down the street making a long trail behind me. Of course this all meant the start of some minor adventures in order to get into London: buses cancelled, taxi summoned, roads blocked, and finally a loooooong wait in an immobile train. We all cheered as it finally set off - only to find ourselves dropped off again at Reading...I eventually made it to Paddington, and after further struggles with the Tube, was greeted with applause when I arrived at St Patrick's, Soho, to join the Emmanuel Mission Team.  All were gathered for lunch, and I did full justice to a well-filled plate. The team had been busy with mission activities, street evangelisation, a special Healing Mass, Night Fever, and more, and Sunday was the final day of the venture.

Out into the grey rain and slush, accompanied by Ambrose, Fr Alexander's dog: the aim was for the team to get a bit more  of London's history, plus some carol-singing in Trafalgar Square. We had a good afternoon, dropped in to St Margaret's Church at Westminster (recommended - worth a visit) and the National Gallery (ditto, obviously) and returned to St P's for hot drinks and to dry out shoes...

Then a glorious International Mass. A good attendance:  children moved on to parental laps, and people squeezed into already-full pews. And as Mass ended, out into the Soho streets, taking the statue of Our Lady of Walsingham in procession to Warwick Street. With lots of singing, and glowing candles, it was a wonderful experience, and we handed out hundreds of medals and little folded Scripture verses to people in the crowded streets and cafes. People mostly smiled and said "Thank you", a few kissed the medal, some crossed themselves. Some asked if we wanted money (we didn't), some said "What is this?" and we explained it was a medal depicting Christ's mother, Mary... One man said "My daughter was given a medal just like this for her First Communion the other day!" and hurried off to fetch her: she proudly showed me her medal on its ribbon round her neck.  A few people said "No thanks", one  rather crossly. Several said "Oh, I'm a Catholic..."

Prayers and litanies at Warwick Street, and more medals and Scripture distributed on the walk back...and then everyone gathered around the tables set in a large square in the big hall:  speeches of thanks, young missionaries invited to share experiences of the past few days...




Saturday, December 09, 2017

An Oxford weekend...

...with the city shops bright with Christmassy things, and a warm welcome at the Aquinas Institute where I had tea  with Fr Richard Conrad. I needed to consult him on a theological point - and he was patient, helpful and logical, and just what a useful Dominican should be. Later I went to Blackfriars for an evening Mass for the  eve of the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.  at which he was the celebrant. He preached on the history of the church's understanding of this important doctrine.  There are usually a lot of Dominican friars in the choir-stalls, but on this Friday evening there were only one or two, and as Mass ended he explained that this was because on this feast day the Franciscans - "who were right about the Immaculate Conception all along" - invite the Dominicans for Vespers and supper..

On Saturday, I spoke at a study day at Winton - again a wonderful welcome. We were looking at the "gender issues" and the ideology now being rather rigidly enforced in many academic centres...
later, a meditation on the Feast Day in the beautiful chapel, an opportunity for Advent confession...

Oxford glowing in the evening dusk: it was bitterly cold but the city with its pre-Christmas feel was a delight, and just walking down  to get the bus at St Aldates was enjoyable.Some Christmas shopping at Waterstones, some coffee, and then a bus ride across Folly Bridge and off to stay with family...

It's not going to be fun for everyone in Britain this Christmas, though..While I worked on Christmas cards and wrote up this blog, a relative was cutting and folding scarves for the big distribution of clothes for the homeless...

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

A London Mission Team...

...with young people drawn from various European countries, arrived this week at St Patrick's, Soho. They will be doing all sorts of things, from carol-singing in Trafalgar Square to leading a procession through Soho following an International Mass.  I was invited to introduce them to London this morning, and we walked down to Westminster, the centuries unrolling as I told the history...Romans and Saxons and  Normans...fields and monks and Parliament and Empire and world wars and more...and on to modern topics, current issues...

They were great company and it was all fun...a cheery lunch followed back at St P's, and then I settled on a coffee-shop to tackle some work. Carrying a laptop around in a backpack is second nature now. A pleasing sort of camaraderie in coffee shops ensures that we keep watch if some one needs to leave his laptop to get more coffee or whatever...apparently it's the standard new way to work and such shops are known now as "coffices"....


...and a happy day....

...in Parliament!  Boys and girls from secondary schools across Britain who won the main prizes in the 2017 Schools Bible Project came to Westminster to receive their prizes from our Trustee, Baroness Cox. It is always a joy to meet the young prizewinners and their families. And on a winter afternoon it is rather awesome, somehow, to explore the story of our magnificent Parliament building, to ponder what it means to live under the rule of law, to talk through some of the history of the centuries...and to stand in Westminster Hall beneath that great hammerbeam roof that dates back almost a thousand years...

And then we crossed the road, walking down past the Sovereign's Entrance and  St Margaret's and the Abbey - looking glorious in the mellow light as dusk was falling - for Tea in the Millbank building, and a splendid presentation of prizes...a happy day.

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

...a lecture...

...at St Mary's University, held in the rather splendid Waldegrave suite. The University's Senior Common Room here has large signed photograph of HM Queen Mary and of Edward VIII - one of the few signed photographs of his short reign. Of course there is a picture of the present Queen in the entrance Hall. Clearly the tradition has always been to have a picture of the monarch...but I wondered why these two rather fine photographs in the Senior Common Room are actually signed. That's another bit of the University's history to research...

Meanwhile, I enjoyed giving the lecture, which was organised by the University's Cathsoc and preceded by an excellent lecture by Dr Jacob Phillips, on the significance of the University's name, and the message it carries for all us.  The splendid setting - the Waldegrave rooms are nobly proportioned  with magnificent ceilings and that sense of solid comfort that Victorian buildings convey - made for a good atmosphere, and there was a sense of belonging to a strong institution that has served the country well and has something new to offer in this new century....

Friday, December 01, 2017

On Bishop Robert Barron's website....

...there is a new post, well worth reading, on Humanae Vitae and Paul VI....

JUSTICE...

...and the reputation of a good man.

Read about Bishop George Bell here, and then sign this petition here

Auntie Joanna writes in each issue of....

...THE PORTAL, monthly on-line magazine of the Ordinariate. You can enjoy the December issue here.