Peace like a river

Peace like a river

This is the season that we rejoice that Christ, our Saviour, is born – but there is sorrow for many too, and our reflections on the year past give rise to much sadness. We would like to offer you this recording of the much-loved hymn with words by Horatio Spafford. It...
The Joy and Meaning of Retreat

The Joy and Meaning of Retreat

In the summer of 1914, my great uncle Frank, Bishop of Zanzibar and Tanganyika, delivered a series of retreat addresses in London to the Associates of the Community of the Sacred Passion, an order of sisters that he had founded a few years previously. Frank delivered...
Come beside Me: My face is peace

Come beside Me: My face is peace

Philip Spratley was the music teacher at my middle school, who I had the opportunity to meet again a few years ago. This lovely Lullaby is from his opus 12b: ‘In Outlaw country,’ which he kindly gave us permission to record. May this beautifully played...
From the depths of my cowl

From the depths of my cowl

In her book The Choice, Sister Kirsty, a novice nun, describes the ‘agony of spirit’ she was beginning to experience in intercessory prayer. (See pages 134-5.) Reading the papers and noting all the prayer requests that were coming in was bringing Sister...
The Power of Saying Nothing

The Power of Saying Nothing

What can I answer to thee, I who have spoken so freely, that is, so indiscreetly, and so foolishly? I shall put mine hand upon my mouth. (Job 40:4 WYC) Think of times when you have ‘sounded off’ and been too insistent about something – only to later...