I HAD A LOVELY CONVERSATION with a visitor to our quiet, largely empty church this morning. It was a conversation that confirmed all that I believe to be true about our human need for “space” – religious space for some, but for most just plain space. “God, I’m glad you’re OPEN, Father. I just needed some space.” I’ve heard that sentence not once but thousands of times over the years. “I just needed some space”.

St Michael’s offers plenty of space. Uncluttered, tidy, minimalist – one might say. A beautiful, striking work of art, old and new. “Wow! Look at all this space”.

I felt like that when I visited the magisterial (and at that time still incomplete) Liverpool Cathedral as a small boy. One of the most visceral experiences of God I’ve ever had, by then in my early thirties, involved the late and very great Carlo Curley playing a “touring organ” opposite Ian Tracey on the Cathedral’s own magnificent and spellbinding instrument. Incomparably great music, brought to birth with the inimitable style and panache of two world class organists, filled huge, huge, architecturally glorious space. One of the largest organ pipes in the world delivers a basso profondo voice that – literally – shakes, vibrates, some hitherto unimagined new sense, some new generosity, some new space, into the deepest regions of one’s soul. Like the primal breath, the spacious life of God blown into mud-pat Adam-dust.

The weighty, long awaited Hillsborough Report was delivered yesterday, with aching solemnity and immense dignity in that same Liverpool Cathedral’s soaring, prayer-inspiring, healing space. “I just needed some space.” Great weight needs great space.

“So glad you’re OPEN, Father” … and my newfound friend this morning went on to leave me dumbstruck by what he told me he saw in St Michael’s carefully and deliberately carved and designed space.

“This isn’t empty, is it? This space is here because you need space to hold people’s stories. Hundreds and hundreds of stories. Saints’ and sinners’ stories. You need space for angels to fly in. Sometimes I think that the angels are the space itself, what d’ya reckon?”

Alleluia! – that’s what I reckon!

Just needing space. If we’re to hold and cherish, and live with and rejoice in, and suffer with and learn from the millions upon millions of human stories all around us we need space. Space so that the mere sounds, the echoes, of gunships and bombings and exclusion zones – political and ecclesiastical – and maimings and blamings don’t blow us all in heart and soul and mind and body to smithereens. Space to reckon with being alive.

And religious buildings are just metaphors really for the large space that each of us must find in OPEN hearts for every other living, breathing, eating, giving, loving, moving, seeing, starving, hearing, laughing, weeping, crying and dying creature upon earth. We all need space; to dump the sclerotic clutter that chokes the life and nourishment out of all of us unless we take a stand.

So I pray that our philosophical and religious and faithing propositions and traditions will strive to facilitate space instead of wasting good breath on the maintenance and fabrication of yet more walls. Fewer hard and fast and dangerous certainties, much less “fund-raising” (which tries and fails to take the place of generosity and spaciousness of heart) – and much more rejoicing in the space that is ALREADY OPEN and available to all of us if only we’ll stop terrorising ourselves and each other and walk through the door. Hymns, prayers, sermons and speeches, blogs, encyclicals, journals, scriptures and pronouncements alike must all take second place to space. “God, I’m glad you’re OPEN, Father. I just needed some space”.

As so often, my friend Mimi brings us an apposite word:

I’m learning how to breathe. And as I write this, I realize that I am learning that this is how one goes about making a life.

Learning how to breathe. All of us. In wide, expansive, free and glorious space. Let me make space for Syria in my heart tonight, together with the wonderful, terminally ill lady at whose bedside I spent some time this afternoon. Let me make space in my heart for the sisters and brothers who walk this lovely earth with me. Let me acknowledge that we share the same breath. We share the same space. We plead the same prayer. For space. To learn how to continue breathing. To learn how to Love. To learn our way Home. Here, now, today. All of us. Here’s the space that matters. This space. Now.

Too many wars have been waged in the name of the Space that may or may not be afforded us beyond the grave. And this “salvation” as it’s so often called is too often anything but. It’s far too frequently stagnation, suffocation, starvation, deprivation. We need space here. Now. Liverpool Cathedral. Any cathedral. St Michael’s. Any church, any house of prayer. Big-skied mountain top. Any expanded and still further expanding heart. Each of us must take our part. Learning how to breathe, and singing, or praying, or just plain saying to the Source of it all  – “God, I’m glad you’re OPEN”.

34 thoughts on “SOME SPACE

  1. Simon,
    This is the third time I’ve tried to write my comments. I just can’t seem to find the words.
    Simply beautiful.

  2. This was so magnificent Simon..I will keep it and refer back to it – for its spirit, boundless compassion and heart. Because it sounds exactly like you.

  3. I just reblogged this – so others can understand why I think you’re so special to so many. xx

  4. Such an incredibly important message, Simon, and so beautifully stated. We do, so desperately, need that space, and you supply a bit of it each time you post….

  5. Beautiful post and thought provoking too. Simple peaceful and a powerful message.

  6. Beautiful. I recently visited New York with my family (talk about lack of space) and we took the time to visit the Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine. The space was awe-inspiring. We could not help but speak in hushed voices. I absolutely love the idea that the space is there so angels and stories can fly. Thank you.

  7. First of all you may thank our mutual friend Mimi for my finding your post. I like the topic you mention, and think of churches and temples as a metaphor for our hearts and minds. Both need to be open, and have room for growth.

  8. Thank you Alexandria. I’m so glad of the words you did find: Simply. Beautiful. Peace. Today I shall have an eye open to the simple, the beautiful and peace 🙂

  9. Thanks Lori. I love that our blogging community affords just such space. I hope your new life is bringing great joy for you and yours x

  10. Lucky you, Laurie! I’m very much hoping to follow in your footsteps some glad day. I’m fascinated by New York from afar. Thank you for saying hello 🙂

  11. Thank you very much, and I for being introduced hereby to yours. I love your imaginative inward/outward-looking blog title.

  12. thank you – have had this title for fourteen years (it is the name of my newspaper column also) and it is the first time anyone has made that realization –I like that

  13. Keith: thank you very much indeed for telling me so. What a rich blessing your parents and homelife provided for you – with such “catholic” breadth. You’ve had personal experience of how I conceive the world might hold together her various traditions and aspirations. I’m glad our paths have crossed. Joy and peace for you.

  14. Hi – Your Gravatar profile reads: ” … It’s been a frightening, dazzling, amazing ride and it ain’t over yet! I strive each day to spread a little sunshine, truth, and wisdom wherever I go, and it seems to be working!”. Well you just spread some warm rays over me. Thank you. I absolutely love your blog title too. Joy to you today 🙂

  15. Simon. As usual you are inspirational. I have sent Rob a suggestion to read your “Space” and have just received the reply……….”excellent ” This week is the anniversary of God calling Kay home.I thought he would find great comfort in your peaceful and soothing message. I know I do. Your friend, Ann.

  16. Thanks, dear Ann. You are kind. Robert, too. All of you will be most especially in my thoughts and on my heart this week. Love for you and yours x

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  18. I hear you. I have always believed in my virtual cathedral, whether on the mountain top or rowing through the morning mist on the river Severn. I find that the stillness of that space the only antidote to the million parallel thought processes that seem to clutter my waking brain. Thank you for refocusing me on that…I need to go find it again…

  19. The church is a spiritual watering hole. I like to stop by the catholic church in Soho after a shopping trip to Oxford Street – Mammon is all consuming and leaves the soul dry.

  20. I’m glad that you found the space to write this inspiring post. The space in your heart and mind to encompass so much wisdom, love, and compassion. Thank you for making a positive difference in the world, and in my life.


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