Seeking blessings — 6 Comments

  1. My uncle probably gave the last rites to dying soldiers who were not of the Protestant faith during his tenure as chaplain in the British Army – I am sure those soldiers their families were grateful for the words of comfort they received rather than worrying about my uncle’s religious leanings.

    In Aut Even recently our daughter Anna was having a small operation and her consultant, a lovely man, was looking through her notes pre-op and said “I see you are one of us” which stumped me for a bit until I realised he meant that we were C of I like him. He went on to say that he doesnt understand why its important to list the patient’s religion on their admission to a hospital – I agreed but said that perhaps its to help the hospital Chaplains to determine which of the patients they should be visiting though it shouldnt really matter as we are all going the “same way” anyway though some would beg to differ. Twice when in hospital I was visited by lovely priests who assumed I was one of their flock – they even blessed me which, as my mother used to say, didnt do me one bit of harm !!.

  2. I think integrity is what matters – I wouldn’t wish someone to assume that I was something I was not.

    The Papal position is that Anglican orders are not valid and that we lack what it requires to be a true church. Of course, I don’t accept what he says, but the people were obviously devout in their own faith and it was important to respect their sensitivities.

  3. How wonderful that you were there at that moment for them. Knowing you, Ian, and the words you would have said nothing in this world could have been more meaningful or sincere. I am sure that family were very comforted in their time of need.

  4. Sometimes you can do something to help – and it’s good to do.
    Not so sure about the painting above though – good to look at it – but never been comfortable with the idea of blanket absolution for what you’re about to do. If it has to be done, then do it. But don’t pretend it’s something it’s not.
    Reminds me of one of Michael Collins’s hit squad who assassinated the British Cairo Gang in Dublin. One of Collins’s men recounts how he went first to confession and then to where his target was – “…and then I plugged ‘im.”

  5. ‘Then I plugged him’ was the sort of account of history so despised by the history lecturer in an earlier post whose notes resembled a fish and chip wrapper!

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