Tag: Holy Island

St Chad

Lindisfarne, Evening Sun. Photograph by Gill Henwood.

St Cædda (St Chad) is commemorated on March 2nd.
When St Oswald sent to Iona for a monk to open up his people to the love of God in Jesus Christ, the community ultimately sent Aidan (the first monk they sent turned out to be rather disappointing!)  Aidan established his monastery on Lindisfarne, in Northumberland, known today as Holy Island. It was made holy, consecrated to God, by the mission St Aidan began. He first trained up 12 Anglo-Saxon boys in the faith, in prayer and in the ways of God. Of these, four were brothers. Two we know of because of their missionary work and because the Venerable Bede wrote of them. St Chad, after a time in the North-East of England, took the Gospel to the Midlands, establishing a church in Mercia at what is now Lichfield. His brother Cedd took the Gospel to Essex and then Lastingham in North Yorkshire. When Cedd died, Chad continued his work there.

Today Chad’s mission and ministry lives on in Lichfield Cathedral and Diocese, in the Roman Catholic Cathedral in Birmingham, in parishes and schools dedicated to him and in the College which bears his name in the University of Durham.

I couldn’t find a poem about him, so I wrote this one in honour of his saint’s day today.

Cædda (St Chad)

He found his place of Resurrection
deep in the Mercian woods,
near the church he founded.
Here, angels sang prayers of preparation,
bringing joyful messages from on high.
He heard his Lord, quietly whispering to him.
“Cædda, it is time.
You must come home now.”

It had been a great adventure,
beginning on that far off day when,
with Cedd and Cynbil and Caelin,
he crossed the Northumbrian water
following the calling Cross,
the hymns of birds and seals,
and the lapping mantra of waves,
to a place of welcome and warmth
and the great man who waited for them.

There were twelve in the end,
a band of brothers learning to get on together.
Celtic words taught to Anglo-Saxon minds,
merging with the language of Love.
Excitement and joy,
as slowly, but wonderfully,
they heard the words of God
swirling across the headland:
eddying Gospel syllables
bringing holiness to Cædda’s soul.

It was there, on that far shore,
that he found the dawn of his Resurrection.

[Mr G.]
St Chad’s Day March 2nd 2024

Sit Awhile

Photo: Emmanuel Head. This striking structure, built between 1801 and 1810 by Trinity House, is one of the earliest daymarks built in Britain (possibly the earliest one). A daymark is a navigational aid for shipping, and this one stands 35 feet high. A good place to sit awhile. Photo taken by Gill Henwood.

My friend Gill Henwood recently stayed on Lindisfarne (Holy Island), Northumbria. Near the ruins of the Benedictine Monastery, is a cliff top walk along what is known as The Heugh (pronounced ‘Hee-uff’). It is believed that this rock was utilized by the Celtic/Anglo-Saxon monks, as part of the early monastery, built in 635AD when King Oswald, newly reclaiming his father’s kingdom, sent to Iona for a monk to begin the work of bringing the Northumbrian people to the Christian faith. St Aidan set up his monastery on Lindisfarne which becomes an island twice a day. It was near enough to Bamburgh, the King’s castle to allow Aidan free access to the King and yet quiet enough for the young Anglo-Saxon novices to learn the Gospel of Jesus, the prayers, the sacramental life and the lessons of mission.
Because Lindisfarne becomes an Island twice a day, it can welcome tourists and visitors but also it can flow into silence. Both purposes are valid but it is good that sometimes, being still allows the voice of God to enter our hearts, where we are converted by Love for a life of love.

We are invited to Sit Awhile and allow the multi-faceted island re-create us from within.
Gill’s poem below takes its inspiration from this.

Sit Awhile

A place to sit awhile
to listen…

sea splashing as the tide retreats
oystercatchers piping as they fly on the wind
swans overhead in their pair…

to see…
seal heads bob up in the surf
cormorant fishing in the seaweed
ships on the horizon far off
the low silhouette of the Farne Islands.

But nobody here
‘til the causeway opens
and the coaches arrive.

I feel…
wind ruffling my hair
the breeze brushing my cheek
a Presence balming my soul
the Spirit enlivening all.

Lastly …
the gannets skimming the waves.
Stunningly beautiful.

Holy Island,
indeed.

Gill Henwood
October 2023

Northumbrian Gannets

Ice Bow over Holy Island

IceBow over Holy Island (Lindisfarne) photographed by Gill Henwood.

This photograph was taken by my friend Gill Henwood during a visit to Holy Island (Lindisfane) this past week.

The unusual light formation is of a weather phenomenon known as an IceBow.This is an ice-halo formed by plate shaped ice crystals in atmospheric clouds. Sunlight refracts through ice crystals giving this circular effect. Sometimes it is known as an ice-rainbow.
I’m told that it is extremely rare and not all that easy to photograph. (please ignore the green dot which is a camera effect and not a visiting martian!)

We are once again reminded that our planet is constantly surprising us. There is a beauty and awesomeness that is pure gift. We just have to tune ourselves to see the many splendored thing

In the  Prayer of Azariah  (Old Testament Apocrypha) verse 49, we read :
Bless the Lord ice and cold;
Sing praise to him and highly exalt him for ever.  (NRSV version)

This forms a verse of the Praise Song known as the Benedicite. (The Song of the Three Children)

O ye Ice and Snow, bless ye the Lord :
praise him, and magnify him for ever.  (verse 13)

The Song is an amazing prayer of Praise to God our Creator and a recognition that everything owes its being to Him. Praying it helps us to keep and correct the delicate balance of the earth, as well as putting us in our place!

Benedicite

1    O all ye Works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

2    O ye Angels of the Lord, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

3    O ye Heavens, bless ye the Lord :praise him, and magnify him for ever.

4    O ye Waters that be above the Firmament, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

5    O all ye Powers of the Lord, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

6    O ye Sun and Moon, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever. #

7    O ye Stars of Heaven, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

8    O ye Showers and Dew, bless ye the Lord :praise him, and magnify him for ever.

9    O ye Winds of God, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

10  O ye Fire and Heat, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

11  O ye Winter and Summer, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

12  O ye Dews and Frosts, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

13  O ye Frost and Cold, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

14  O ye Ice and Snow, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

15  O ye Nights and Days, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

16  O ye Light and Darkness, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

17  O ye Lightnings and Clouds, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

18  O let the Earth bless the Lord : yea, let it praise him, and magnify him for ever.

19  O ye Mountains and Hills, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

20  O all ye Green Things upon the Earth, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

21  O ye Wells, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

22  O ye Seas and Floods, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

23  O ye Whales, and all that move in the Waters, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

24  O all ye Fowls of the Air, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

25  O all ye Beasts and Cattle, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

26  O ye Children of Men, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

27  O let Israel bless the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

28  O ye Priests of the Lord, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

29  O ye Servants of the Lord, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

30  O ye Spirits and Souls of the Righteous, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

31  O ye holy and humble of heart, bless ye the Lord : praise him, and magnify him for ever.

[Mr G]

Cuddy’s Isle

Cuddy’s Isle (St Cuthbert’s Isle) on Lindisfarne, Northumbria. This photograph was taken by my friend Helen Gheorghiu-Gould earlier this week. She is currently having sabbatical time and this visit is part of her time away from her ministry. It is a time of reflection, prayer, rest and opening her heart to God’s possibilities for her.

The photograph took me back to the many visits and associations I have had over the years and stirred the heart-strings both of memory and of my halting spiritual pilgrimage. It has always been, for me, a place of encounter with God where He has guided me with love.

Holy Island (Lindisfarne) is a deeply special place for the story of Christianity in our land. It was to here that St. Aidan came from Iona to proclaim the love of God in Jesus Christ for His people. Here St. Aidan trained up twelve Saxon boys, including four brothers, to spread the Good News of Jesus. It was here, the day after Aidan’s soul was taken up to heaven that a boy named Cuthbert came to dedicate his life to God after first testing his vocation at the Abbey in Melrose.

When Cuthbert was called to be a great leader of the church and weighed down by the many tasks he undertook, he escaped to his special meeting place with God. As Lindisfarne became (and becomes) an island twice a day, so the little island known as Cuddy’s isle is the same. Here Cuthbert crossed before the tide cut him off and left him to simply be with God.

Here’s a poem I’ve just written inspired by Helen’s photograph and the thoughts it has stirred.

An Island

There is an island
made holy by the prayers and tears of saints.
A holy, set-aside place where souls in search of God
find him waiting.

It is a thin place
where earth touches heaven
and barriers are paper-thin:
tissue hiding nothing,
darkness transparent,
light warmly radiant.

I have been there,
down the rough path
past the church to a bend in the road
where expectancy parts the air.
The sea drifts to shore,
benign and welcoming
or pushing waves to the limit of its power.

Go there.
It beckons and seeks you.
Clamber and scramble the rocks of your desire.
You have a meeting, a moment, an arrangement.
God waits and stretches out his hand in welcome,
shelters safe and holds.

You are there
at the place of speaking,
listening,
being still.

Even as the wind swirls and chills,
you are warm.

And this place?
Cuddy’s Isle of Lindisfarne.
Or perhaps…
your heart.

[Mr G. 1st July 2021]