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A spiritual comment and prayer to start the day with Rev Guy Goodall

Good morning.

Eight records to last me, for how long I’ll never know. I’ll manage if I have a solar-powered record player! Only eight. Eighty would be easier. Prime Minister Harold Wilson longed to go on Desert Island Discs with Roy Plomley, even carrying around his list of records in case the call came. It never did.

For my list I decided it was important to have something that touched pure mystery, beyond my experience of life, something new. It's got to be that strange and almost plaintive cry of a whale. A song that travels the vastness of the oceans. Perhaps it signifies the longing for companionship, maybe telling others of a massive haul of plankton, or even a warning of a whaler on the surface, who knows.

The taste of finite pleasure leads no where, writes St John of the Cross, but, he goes on, I would risk everything for an I-don’t-know-what lies beyond hidden in the heart of Mystery.

For delving into mystery, removing the veil there is found that special something, that is both other and greater than myself. Perhaps a ‘mind’ that has creative ability, some ultimate figure that is wrapped in the highest and most perfect attributes of which humanity can conceive – and then a bit more! That which is transcendent.

Lord, greatest Mystery of all, yet revealed in humanity, enrich my life by enabling me to enter into those things about which I know next to nothing, and by faith stand in awe and wonder.

Amen