The above line caught my attention in an interview by Georgina Roberts in the Times Magazine about the photojournalist Sir Don McCullin who has spent his long life documenting conflicts across the world. Having grown up in what he described as a very violent part of north London, he then set about capturing on film […]
My journeying has taken me from a Himalayan hill station to Cold War European embassy life, from London’s Metropolitan Police to the luxury of the South of France and the slums of Kolkata, from the snows of Moscow to the Sahara sands, and from New York’s United Nations building to freedom marches in apartheid South […]
‘May seekers of truth give life to those who are satisfied that they have found it’, wrote the late Thérèse Vanier in a prayer composed in her old age. Perhaps one of the dangers of advancing years is the conviction that we have found the truth. The hurts and losses of experience have made us […]
As destruction, injury, homelessness, austerity, poverty and loss appear to prevail in so many parts of the world, where is hope? How was it that in the trenches of Verdun, as a thousand shells rained down upon him, the Jesuit priest and scientist Teilhard de Chardin was full of enthusiasm for the geological grandeur and […]
Gérard was waiting at the window of one of the l’Arche houses for people with disabilities. He had been told that an “important gentleman” was coming for lunch.
A bullock-cart, bearing a desperately thin but heavily pregnant woman, her anxious husband and an enormous tin trunk, wound its way laboriously up the steep hillside.
“Your Grace,
… Please pray specially for me that I may not spoil His work and that Our Lord may show himself – for there is such a terrible darkness within me, as if everything was dead.”…. “Ask Our Lord to give me courage.” So wrote Mother Teresa to Ferdinand Périer, Archbishop of Calcutta on 18th March 1953.
He was a gambler who, in his youth, lost everything he had on racehorses, a gentle, prayer-filled man whom Mother Teresa described as “very, very holy”. As a priest he was later instrumental in founding a community of Brothers devoted to the service of the poorest of the poor. He shared their lives in Saigon, Cambodia and many other places of violence and suffering, and wrote sublimely of the “beautiful” unsung people he met along the way, whom he believed to be the hope of the world.
With the possibility of Mother Teresa’s canonisation later this year, journalists and commentators throughout the world are poised “objectively” to assess the rights and wrongs of her life, of the process of canonisation in the Roman Catholic Church, and of her being made officially a saint. I know because a number of them have made contact with me.
She was probably in her seventies, Afro-Caribbean, with watering eyes and a limp so pronounced that she could scarcely walk without her stick. She had been arrested for shoplifting, and I, as a Woman Police Constable, had been called to escort her to a cell and strip-search her. The rules on how the search should be conducted were very clear. Under no circumstances should I have let her keep her stick.