A sort of holy loneliness

Surveying the hysteria of contemporary culture and particularly the crisis of leadership in the church, I am convinced that the quiet, remote disciplines of prayer and pilgrimage, silence and solitude far from being extraneous to modern life are urgently, startlingly essential for anyone aspiring to live prophetically and consistently within such turbulent times.

Nothing but our hidden lives in Christ can lend our public witness for Christ the necessary credibility of dissonance and depth.

Our loveliness amidst the ugliness flowers only from a sort of holy loneliness.

Somehow the simple, time-worn practice of private prayer - merely the maintenance of a personal devotional life - has become an act of outright defiance against the contemporary cult of narcissistic expediency.

Shouldn’t we sometimes arise from our knees a little taller? What if we walked out of the wilderness into the world eyes afire, fists swinging, senses sharpened, saying: ‘Watch out world, I am here with questions for your answers, I have breathed immortal air, alone with All That Matters!’?

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“Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit.” ~ Luke 4:14

“But this kind goeth not out save by prayer and fasting.” ~ Matthew 17:21

But they, O my God and my life, will see and experience your mild touch, who withdraw from the world and become mild, bringing the mild into harmony with the mild, thus enabling themselves to experience and enjoy you.
— St. John of the Cross

Day 19: St Cuthbert's Cave (Cuthbert's Way)

- in which we shelter from the rain in St Cuthbert’s Cave, discuss unfulfilled prophecy and, um, Elton John, while Rich Dawson knocks out another stunning song inspired by #AidansWay written and released on the road. #ThePilgrimPodcast #lectio365

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*[errata - Cuthbert’s gospel, found in his coffin, was that of John not Mark. The number of monks who carried his coffin has been variously depicted as six, seven, or twelve.)