Where Prayer Has Been Valid

Corbel at Holywell: Nabokov at English Wikipedia [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)]

Yesterday we made a pilgrimage to St Winefride’s Well and prayed for all the sick and suffering people in the world, which means, in effect, for everyone. We are all in some measure sick — not quite what we should be, probably rather less than we could be — and we are all in some degree suffering — not obviously, perhaps, but ‘underneath’, where we do not care to shine too bright a light. Today’s Mass readings remind us that we find our strength in the Lord. He carries us, just as the corbel at St Winefride’s Well shows a man carrying his friend.

There is always a beautiful quietness at Holywell. The battered old stones hold so many prayers, while the gentle bubbling of the spring recalls the waters of Shiloh and all the miracles of healing recorded in scripture. To pray in such a place, to light a candle in such a place, is to assert once again the supremacy of God’s love, the triumph of good over evil and the power of grace to transform lives. That is the true miracle of healing, the end to which our journey through Advent leads us.


6 thoughts on “Where Prayer Has Been Valid”

  1. Wonderful. My heart yearns for the St Winefride’s Parish Church and its graveyard which are still my spiritual home. A truly holy place where I have experienced many blessed moments and lit many a candle . Thank you for bringing back those treasured moments.

  2. Thank you for praying for the sick which I hope also counts towards the healing of my broken right forefinger, me typing two fingers. Harold doing all housework & cooking including upcoming Xmas dinner. Please pray for (didn’t get his name) young man we met today who had surgery yesterday for an arm broken last summer which had not healed properly. He looked flushed and dazed far worse off than me.

  3. Thanks for the prayers.. On the cooking, it’s a learning experience, but we are getting there. The fruitcake was a success, as was the sponge for the Christmas trifle. I am, of course being ably supervised.

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