Archive for May, 2010

Growing Pains

It is a great joy to introduce Fr. Theodore Young as a help in writing these blogs. Fr. Theodore, now in his late 80’s, is still known to his friends as Theo – he works as a chaplain in a High School, and has the distinction, I presume, of being the oldest priest in the world to be a chaplain in a school! For those who do not know Theo, he was in Leyland for 25 years, and among many things he did, his work among young people up to 1982 is still remembered. Every now and again there is a chance for me to visit him in Liverpool, and the joy and happiness of those conversations remain in my heart.

I would like to add a little ‘rider’ to what Theo writes; so soon after Pentecost, the Holy Spirit ‘looms large’ in the minds and hearts of those in tune with the life of the Church. One of the aspects of the Holy Spirit is to help us ‘grow up’ and learn to be the people we are meant to be. My own observations in life make me realise that adults, all too often, need to discover who they are – and some adults never grow up. Some young people are mature and whole, even in their youth. So what is written below is certainly of great interest to me.

Fr. Jonathan

“Growing Pains”

When I was in my teens and complained of pains, the answer was always: “Don’t worry, they are just growing pains.” They probably were and I have come across them many times since in my dealings with young people, but I try not to give that same answer!  I remember one sad occasion when a lad, whose dad had left home, came down the stairs for the first time in long trousers; he looked so proud until his mum looked at him with disgust and shouted: “Get them off at once – you look just like your dad.” I have never forgotten the look on that lad’s face. I wonder how she expected him to look?

When I read the paper or watch the TV news and hear of just another horrific murder of a young person by teenagers, I wonder what sort of home they have – from what sort of home they come? Have they experienced any real, genuine love or discipline, at home? Have they ever been treated with respect by their parent, or guardian, or teacher?

The present ‘craze’ with teenagers is to have what goes by the name of  ‘Attention Deficient Hyper-Disorder’ or to give it its initials, ‘ADHD’.  To put this into plain English, it means that they are likely to go ‘off the handle’ if they think they are being treated unjustly. An increasing number of teenagers in school, have a ‘pass’ which allows them to leave class and to see either their Year Tutor, or myself. Often, I find they need to talk and to say what it is that has made them so angry. Sometimes it is a misunderstanding of what has been said by the teacher, or perhaps, they feel that they are the ones who always being blamed.. Once they have ‘cooled down’, it helps to ask them what they would do if they were the teacher, and they had a room full of twenty or so pupils to deal with?  Perhaps there was a ‘row’ when they were leaving home and lots of hurtful words were said by both parties. Of all the methods for dealing with this problem, the one I have described seems to work the best because by meeting regularly, a sense of respect, friendship and trust are engendered. The signs of improvement in their behaviour in the classroom, tend to show when they come to see me less frequently.

But, for many of them, things are not so easily dealt with.  Perhaps, dad has left home for good and the young person feels it is his / her fault. Worse still, dad’s place is taken by mum’s partner who thinks he has a right to act as the ‘man of the house’ and can tell the ‘kids’ what to do and what not to do. Consequently, it is not surprising if the young person strongly resents his interference.

Another example comes to mind – that of  a lad I had known when he was at High School, because he was in a ‘band’ and they used to practise in our hall. When leaving school, he was courting a Catholic girl and one day she came to see me – in tears – to say that he had failed to turn up as arranged, and there she was, dressed up in all her splendour – and all for him! Eventually, I managed to track him down and gave him a piece of my mind. I ended by saying: “The problem is that you are having difficulties in growing up”. He replied: “It’s blooming hard growing up – does it get any easier as you get older?”

To ‘cut a long story short’, I eventually married them.  They were very happy and eventually had a daughter , but, alas, just a year ago he died of cancer. His wife told me that he was a wonderful husband and father; not bad – considering that his mum was often out with a ‘partner’, and so also, was his dad. On one occasion, when his dad came home, the lad said to him: “Are you coming in for keeps, or not; if not, go out – and stay out – and stop behaving like a blooming teenager!”

People tend to look at all this as a 21st Century problem, but you only have to look at the Bible to see many examples of problems between teenagers and their parents. Take the 5th Joyful Mystery of the Rosary – ‘The Finding of Jesus in the Temple’.  For three days, Mary and Joseph searched for him everywhere, and only on the third day, in desperation, they returned to the temple. There he was, as ‘happy as Larry’, having the time of his life:

“Three days later, they found him in the Temple, sitting among the doctors, listening to them and asking them questions; and all those who heard him were astonished at his intelligence and his replies. They were overcome when they saw him and his mother said to him: My child why have you done this to us? See how worried your father and I have been looking for you. Why were you looking for me? He replied: Did you not know that I must be busy with my Father’s affairs? But they did not understand what he meant.” Lk.2:46-50

William Barclay writes in ‘The Daily Bible Study’:

“As the years went on he must have had thoughts; and then at this first Passover, with manhood dawning, there came in a sudden blaze of realization the consciousness that he was in a unique sense the Son of God. This discovery did not make him proud.” (Luke p.300)

Jesus working as a carpenter with Joseph

He went home and he was obedient to Mary and Joseph.  The fact that he was God’s Son made him the perfect son for his human parents. He spent the next 18 years leading a family life; we know it as the ‘hidden’ life, presumably spent doing the things children of his age do – going to school, playing with his friends, doing jobs around the house and learning the carpenters’ trade, with Joseph.  What better preparation for all that lay ahead? And, who better than he, to understand the problem of discovering who you are, and what God has in store for you?

Pentecost Is Coming

Pentecost comes to us this Sunday, 23 May – a time when all things are renewed; we remain, basically, the same, but with the added purification of a complete renewal. A good analogy would be when we come in from some hard work, stained with mud, our bodies tired and in some discomfort after all the sweat and toil, and we can’t wait to get out of our old, dirty and rather smelly clothes, put them to the wash and then the treat of a lovely hot shower and change of clothes.  How wonderful to feel everything new and fresh!

In the readings at daily Mass this week we have had the Gospel from St. John (Chapter 17). Some long time ago I learned the Chapter by heart, and so it is very familiar.  Within it, Jesus says some rather extraordinary things; they are very new and revolutionary and in some ways strange; however, they leave us with an awareness of the Holy Spirit. For instance, “I have finished the work that you gave me to do”. Jesus finished his work, presumably, in a perfect fashion, yet it would seem that his work was a ‘failure’. After all he was condemned to death as a criminal, he was deserted by all his followers except his mother, some women friends of Jesus and his mother, and one of his male disciples – the ‘one that Jesus loved’. This apparent conflict, involving success / failure, is just another revelation that the ways of God are certainly not the ways of the world, and that our human, and often clumsy, categorization cannot help us to understand the ways of God!  Just to illustrate the point, it is possibly the case that  many a man or woman, coming to the end of their lives, may seem not to have achieved much in the ‘eyes of the world’, yet are told by Jesus “Well done, my brother or sister, you have completed the work that God our Father wanted of you”.   I cannot conceive of a more wonderful welcome and greeting!

A second ‘mysterious’ part of this Chapter of St. John’s Gospel reads: “Now at last they know that all you have given me comes indeed from you; for I have given them the teaching you gave to me, and they have truly accepted this, that I came from you, and have believed that it was you who sent me”.  Accepting the truth of this statement, one is left to question how could the Apostles – those of whom Jesus is writing – have behaved in the way they did, at the capture of Jesus in the Garden of Olives through to his crucifixion? It may be a great consolation to us – the followers of Jesus, two millennia later – to know that these ‘pillars’ of the Church ran away and hid, but that does not answer the question about why they acted as they did, when according to Jesus, they believed that Jesus was the one whom God had sent into our world. Perhaps, the Holy Spirit wants us to understand that our doubting – our failure to follow Jesus as we think we should, with massive mistakes in our own lives, or in the lives of others around us – are no reason to turn away from Him. No, it is part of a bigger plan in which God is working out his purposes and, just as Jesus appeared to the ‘miserable’ and ‘disgraced’ apostles, after his Resurrection, so He is continually coming to us, through ALL the events of our lives – if only we can stop and find the space, and peace, to recognise Him.

I want to point to a third part of this Chapter that is also puzzling: “Holy Father, keep those you have given me true to your name, so that they may be one like us”. Here Jesus is referring to the apostles. Jesus goes on to re-affirm his prayer and desire for unity: “Holy Father, I pray not only for these, but for those also who through their words will believe in me. May they all be one. Father, may they be one in us as you are in me and I am in you.”   Ultimately, this Unity is for ALL people – at first glance a ‘non-starter’ when we see how divided people are – but a start must be made, somewhere, and all Christians, of the many and varied denominations are a ‘band’ of people that have ‘heard’ the words of the apostles. In fulfilment of the prayer of Jesus, it is a very good thing for these Christians, from different churches, to come together and grow into greater unity – whatever that means?  In my view, this, surely, would benefit the whole human race, and not just the cause of Christian Unity.

Still, there remains a big challenge. I remember times when my soldier father was stationed in Trieste, Northern Italy, in the early 1950’s and all of our family were with him. He had a certain authority and position within the British Armed Forces stationed there, especially within his regiment, “The Royal Engineers”. My father, let it be said, was a soldier through and through, loyal, committed to his country and to his duty; he was also a very strong Catholic.  At a military parade – one religious part of which required all present, soldiers and guests – to pray the ‘Our Father’, we were enjoined by my Father, as Catholics, not to join in,  because the Padre would lead the prayers according to the Church of England point of view – with ‘different’ words for the ‘Lord’s Prayer’. As a young boy, I remember, my own beliefs were very much that Catholics followed the ‘whole’ truth, and that Protestants were wrong, and their only hope was to become Catholics, one day. Our task as a (Catholic) Church, in those days, was to work and pray for the conversion of England – conversion to the one, true and (Catholic) Faith.

Since those far-off days, I have met many Christians from many other denominations, often finding them to be ‘better’ people than myself, and certainly often imbued with that essential virtue – ‘love’ – which marks them as a follower of God. Add to this, the fact that I have made many friends from other Christian Churches, with whom I feel more united, sometimes, than with fellow Catholics, and the weight of evidence begins to show me just how wrong my childish beliefs were. The ‘Unity’ that Jesus prayed for, in this famous Chapter 17 of St. John, is now entering into that category of paradoxes that makes this Chapter of the Gospel so extraordinarily interesting. In this ‘change of heart’ I should add that I am not any less of a Catholic now, than I once was: if anything, I feel a stronger Catholic, but I hope, one who is less arrogant, and one endowed with a bit more of the Spirit of Jesus. The Holy Spirit, guiding me in joyful dialogue with others, has enriched my life that once lacked this dimension.

It has been during the past 35 years in particular, that interest in the Unity of all Christians has become second nature to me. In fact, without forcing matters at all, the search for Christian unity has become a priority. Speaking to a local Anglican vicar, recently, he confessed to me that it was not a priority for him. Neither is Christian unity a priority for the large majority of my fellow Catholics and yet, although it is slow and difficult process to convince people to ‘put themselves out in the cause of Christian Unity’ it is a ‘given’ for me, that it will be along this path that our Churches will proceed in the future. It has often ‘struck’ me that division belongs to the past – unity to the future.

Archbishop Rowan Williams with the Pope

On this coming Saturday, 22nd May, therefore, it is a joy for me – beyond words – that we are holding, in our Church, at the request of Churches Together in Lancashire, a celebration of praise to honour the Centenary of the Ecumenical Movement. This all began in Edinburgh, at a conference held there in 1910, and now all over the world, there will be these centennial celebrations of the 1910 event. There are two for Lancashire, organised by Churches Together in Lancashire. One is at the Ecumenical Chaplaincy at Lancaster University on Friday night, 21st May. The second – and, certainly, the larger one – takes place here in Leyland, on Saturday, 22nd May – the Vigil of Pentecost. There are many who are prepared to ‘go the extra yard’ in the cause of singing, at least, and who have been practicing for the celebration of praise that will take place at St. Mary’s, this Saturday. Our ‘One Voice Choir’, supported by Churches Together in Leyland, and consisting largely of CTiL members, has swollen in numbers so that it is three times larger than usual. At the Saturday afternoon Service, we will do what so many Christians of different denominations have been doing for the past 50 years – praying together to our wonderful God, who renews us – worshipping and adoring Him together, breaking out of the barriers of distrust, ignorance and prejudice that afflicted us not so many years ago, and celebrating the liberation that comes from God which has been ours now for the past 100 years.

The movement for Christian Unity is ‘down in the dumps’, however, from what people say. Year by year, it is more difficult to get people involved in official unity activities. Despite that, I see the love and care that exists among people from different denominations in Leyland, and in other places where relationships of friendship between people of different Churches, have been established. On this level, the ‘capillary’ level – there is much ‘life’ and ‘drive’ in the journey towards Christian Unity. Our event on Saturday is an example, and, like anything that is worthwhile, and under the vision and inspiration of the Holy Spirit, time, effort, and sacrifice of self have been given, in order that this good enterprise should bear fruit.

This Pentecost, the words of Mary from the Gospel of St. Luke come to mind.  Mary, the Mother of Jesus, is the person favoured by the Holy Spirit, as I reflect on the newness that God himself bestows on us. She is, actually, the model for the whole Church, as – in her – human life was given to our Saviour Jesus, and that is what the Church is meant to do, for all time, and throughout the future, to give life to Jesus for each generation by his spiritual presence among Christians.

“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord and my spirit exults in God my saviour; because he has looked upon his lowly handmaid …. for the almighty has done great things for me”.


May – The Month of Mary

May is, by long tradition, always called the month of Our Lady, Mary, the Mother of God, so defined at the Council of Ephesus, the 3rd Ecumenical Council of the Church in 431 A.D. She is absolutely central to the whole plan of salvation – as is simply obvious – for, without Mary, we would be without the Incarnate Word of God, Jesus, our Saviour. However, Mary – or our devotion to Mary – is often misunderstood, especially by our evangelical brothers and sisters, and these Christians, among others, can be very suspicious of our (Catholic) ‘worship’ of Mary. They know – and it is perfectly proper – that God alone is to be worshipped, adored, and thanked for the redemption. It is right that Mary should be given the very highest honour – and so she is – but she is not, and never can be, the same as God. She is, however, completely central to the process of our redemption, and in her role, she “had a share in it”. The author of the ‘Colossians’ gives insight into the central role of Mary: “I am now rejoicing in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am completing what is lacking in the sufferings of Christ (Col 1:24).  For sure, Mary, at the foot of the Cross, was sharing in the sufferings of Jesus, her son.

   Theotokos of Vladimir              The Annunciation by Fra Angelico                   Theotokos of Kasar

There was a time when I found it not so easy to have a devotion to Mary. Reflecting on this today, after many years knowing how highly I now place her in my life, I am aware of the fact that she has protected me always, and I wonder at the reasons why I found it hard to relate to her. In contemplating this, one should bear in mind that interest in these things – my reactions, this way, and that – cover the last 49 years, that period of my life spent in the service of God as a monk, either as trainee or full member of the Ampleforth community. It was as a younger monk that it was not easy for me to relate to Our Lady. In those days, and right up today, Jesus was always the central figure – rather than Our Lady – and although each evening, after night prayers, we monks would sing an antiphon such as the “Salve Regina” (Hail Holy Queen) and go to visit her beautiful, yet simple, statue in the Lady Chapel of the big dark Abbey Church, for me, Mary did not ‘figure’ too much. Nowadays, Mary is central to me, together with Jesus, who is the only Saviour, because, with her help, we have our way to Jesus; she is our guarantor of the way to Jesus.

It may be true – as some would have it – that the devotions to Mary, within the Catholic Church, can be rather ‘sugary’ and ‘flowery’, rather too full of sentimentality. I was a young monk, surrounded by Englishmen who hid their emotions very well, and, there was I in their midst, conscious of being an emotional person and of putting aside reason, in a swell of emotion. Processions carrying statues of Our Lady,  the singing of repetitive hymns with simple words, were not favourites of mine; nor was the beautiful art work of Our Lady – statues with gorgeous apparel, with crowns on her head, the paintings of the baroque period – none of these appealed to me. Even Lourdes – with all its fame – did not attract me.

However, in 1971, the gift of priesthood came my way: I was at a ‘loose end’ during the holidays that year, and I decided to go to Lourdes as a kind of act of piety. What happened there is now a ‘blur’, but unless my memory deceives, the attraction of the young laymen and women, who joined the Ampleforth Pilgrimage, loomed larger than the religiosity that we engaged in. Also, there was a fair amount of ‘merry-making’ in the bars around Lourdes, and that was enjoyable. Furthermore, Lourdes, with its fast flowing River Gave, its pleasantly warm, balmy, nights is a place of romance, and this affected me too, even though I was a monk. So, it was most enjoyable for non-religious reasons, as well as some spiritual ones.

On that occasion, I met two lovely people from the ‘Leonard Cheshire Home’ at Godalming, Surrey. They were Paul and Hazel Hanson – real ‘southerners’, unable to walk, intelligent, but slow of speech; we ‘hit it off’ – ‘connected’ if you like – and I loved their ‘authentic’ attitude to life. Later, they helped me on my way, because, the following year, 1972, I went again to Lourdes. Paul and Hazel were there, and, in their company – more by way of conversation than by conviction – I uttered the rhetorical question: “Could you think of a better place to be than in Lourdes?” Hazel was the ‘quiet one’ of the pair, but Paul looked up at me from the wheel-chair and ‘took me on’ as he slowly replied: “Yes, actually, I prefer the Mariapolis”. From her silence, I could see Hazel nodding in agreement. Paul was the Catholic, Hazel the Anglican, and I think she found Lourdes and its ‘devotions’ and ‘piety’ shops, not at all ‘Anglican’ – a bit ‘much’ – a bit ‘over the top’. Paul’s reply, however, ‘went home’ – found its ‘mark’. I was already booked for the Mariapolis in 1972, but I reflected and pondered on what Paul had said.

Later that same month, July 1972, there I was, involved in that summer’s Mariapolis in Manchester, an event where Jesus is central to the experience of all, but Mary has her rightful place. It is called Mariapolis, (Town of Mary), because, if Jesus is present among two or three (or 500) gathered in his name, then Mary must also be there. Just as she gave birth to Jesus, literally, so she is involved, spiritually, in the birth of Jesus among people.   Rather strangely, we did not talk about Mary, the Mother of God, at all, in all the fun and games, and sharing and conversations; later I was to learn why, and, in a moment I will try to explain.  Before doing so, I must come back to Paul and Hazel, as it was perhaps not in that year, 1972, but certainly in other years in the 1970’s, I met Paul and Hazel at the annual Mariapolis, and once visited them in their ‘Cheshire Home’ at Godalming; our friendship continued. The couple later married and this was such a joy for them both, and Hazel also entered into full Communion with the Catholic Church. By now they have both gone to their heavenly reward, hopefully, to enjoy the never-ending and living joy of heaven, without their wheel-chairs.

Above I made the point that, at the Mariapolis in 1972, we did not talk much about Mary because she was always in the background, pointing to Jesus. I remember, in the next year, when Mary was linked to the ‘Word of God’ as a theme for the Mariapolis, underwritten by the quotation: “Be it done unto me according to thy Word”, a lady was to share, with all the people, her ‘experience’ about Mary. She went on to describe a beautiful view from a chalet, high up in the Alps, with beautiful meadows, cows ‘tinkling’ their ‘bells’, a valley, pine trees and a breath-taking view of further higher mountains topped with snow; she then pointed out that the big glass window was THE necessary ingredient. That window – she explained – is an image of Mary, making herself transparent, so that we could see Jesus, the beauty and grandeur of God. I learned, afterwards, that the lady was an Anglican – and an evangelical Anglican, at that!

Now, things began to make sense for me. Mary is the perfect disciple, the one who is so identified with Jesus that she is, simply, always living what we are taught in the Lord’s Prayer: “Thy will be done”. Mary is the spouse of Christ, as well as the mother; she, and her son, Jesus, are so close that they are in perfect harmony. We, as Church, are the spouse of Christ, and individually, we are too. Our task is not, simply, to be ‘souls’ who pray to Mary, who ask her to take our prayers to God, who run to her for help. Yes! We can do all those things – and they are good: but, our task, in a deeper sense, is to live the way she lived. Especially, and together with others, we must let her live in us, so that Jesus is born among us; thus, Jesus can be seen and shared with others. This exemplifies the saying of John of the Cross and puts it into practice: “Where there is no love, put love and then you will find love”. It means standing back, putting the other into the ‘limelight’, and letting them ‘shine’, just like the pane of glass and the beautiful view.

My whole ‘train’ of thought in this ‘Blog’ was prompted by something I read from Pope Benedict XVI, written when he was still Cardinal Ratzinger, about the Church. It is to be found in my little book with short quotations for priests in this Year for the Priest (9th May) under the title “The Church is Woman”

The Church is not an apparatus; nor is it simply an institution…

She is “woman”.  She is mother.  She is living.

The Marian understanding of the Church is in the strongest and decisive contrast to any concept of Church as purely an organisation or a bureaucracy. We are unable to “build” the Church, we must be Church … It is only in being Marian that we become Church.

In its origin, the Church is born when the “fiat” (let it be done unto me) emerged from the soul of Mary. This is the most profound desire of the Vatican Council: that the Church is awakened in our souls.  Mary shows us the way.”

For the 10th of May, there is another short meditation, from the same book, entitled “The Marian Profile” – this time by Chiara Lubich.

“With Mary, the first lay woman in the Church, and with her spirituality of communion, the typical contribution that the Marian profile gives to the Church will grow; the Church will shine in the eyes of all as more beautiful, more holy more dynamic and more a family.

It will be a loving Church, welcoming, better equipped to face new frontiers: ecumenism, inter-religious dialogue, and dialogue with those who do not believe.

The Church will be ever renewed, with new vocations in it; she will be a charismatic Church, a Marian Church, stronger in its missionary work, stronger in its evangelising of all.

This will all be to God’s glory and to the glory of His Mother.”


I look and marvel at the wonders of Nature, the variety and order which exists right through all species of animal and plant life, including our own.   I look at the Universe and think of its complexity and the laws which hold it all together and of things that man has not, even yet, begun to understand. 

 Look for nature’s beauty in a raindrop.

Life-giving water that falls from heaven

To the earth below, raining tears upon

The daisy and the rose.  Nature’s elixir,

Enables ev’ry living cell upon earth’s sphere,

To birth, live and grow – gives volume to the

Falling river, and swells the seas, that wash

The sands on native shores.

I sit and begin to turn things over in my mind – things like size, distance, heat, water, light, atmosphere, vegetation, insect life, life in the skies, the seas and oceans of the world; of wind, hail, rain, ice and snow and the feeling of sunshine on a man’s back.   And of how all these ‘jig-saw’ pieces connect, one with another and everything interacts – miracles of order and design, of planning and manufacture, of composition and colour, of taste and smell, of experience and feelings, and then there is that ‘sixth sense’ which no one on earth can explain, but none dare deny its existence.

Look for Nature’s beauty in the sunbeam.

Leaving home, its radiant light transcends

Finite time and space – invades earth’s cold, dark

Atmosphere – shining warmth and light where e’er

It lets, on land or sea.  Vibrant colours

Of red and gold, play on vale and hill, sea-

Pictures splashed across God’s giant canvas,

Beneath the sky’s blue rim.


Look for Nature’s beauty in the sunset.

Ev’ning play of sunbeams on land and sea -

Colours, not before seen that day, washing

Clouds living, breathing, changing shape and form -

Woven into the sky’s blue tapestry.

Nature’s murals encompass all of

This, and more – much, much more – painted as they

Are – by that unseen hand.

And then some smart-alec on the ‘telly’ tries to make me believe that all this came about by accident, by means of a “big-bang” and then every living cell, in every living thing, developed, (evolved) from virtually nothing, to what it is today, and that there is no God, or that God – if He exists at all – had nothing at all to do with it.   At this point, I usually get so exasperated with these so-called experts that I then switch channels – or switch off altogether – and begin to think of the time-honoured truths that come from the words of Jesus in His Sermon on the Mount:

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much more than they? Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?” (Matthew 6.26-30)


 Man, with all his technology and ingenuity, cannot reproduce a flower, nor even its petal, not even its scent.   Can he make a bird, and make it fly?   And look at the mess he has made of many, so many, things.  I wonder if you – like me – fear for the future of the human race when man continues to interfere in genetics.  And do we know enough about the workings of the Universe to make judgements about what will happen in a million – even a thousand years?   We cannot, with any degree of certainty, guess what will happen tomorrow.  So where does this leave our global warming?

Perhaps, it would be more prudent for human kind to get on with doing what they do well – to live life as it is meant to be lived – to do the best we can every day – to love and care as best we can for the people and life around us – and to thank God for all his wondrous gifts.  We should then leave to God the things that are truly within God’s knowledge and preserve. 

“God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform”