The clergy chanted in the choir, children screamed in the nave; the cries of screaming babies and the grieving of their mothers gave the response to those singing the office.

This evocative image, of the monks carrying on with the daily office in the choir while the nave was a scene of chaos, the transcendent song from one mingling with the piteous lament from the other, is a description by a local chronicler of Worcester Cathedral in early November 1139. Civil War between King Stephen and his cousin Empress Matilda had just begun in earnest, and men from Gloucester, loyal to the empress’ half-brother Robert but also seeking to attack their commercial rivals, were marching on Worcester. Forewarned, desperate citizens sought sanctuary in the cathedral with their most prized possessions, turning the church into what a modern historian describes as a ‘giant warehouse and refugee camp’.

What a difference a year makes!
Last year I sat alone in my kitchen early on Easter Day, reading the familiar and much-loved accounts of the first Easter. The experience was both deeply moving and deeply lonely.
This year I celebrated Easter in church, with flowers, lights, music and, most importantly, people!

​Following the very sad news of the death of His Royal Highness, Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh, today 9th April 2021 the Union Flag was raised to half-mast on the tower and then the sixth bell was tolled 99 times

I stared, uncomprehending, at a square of blistered black paint. My friend was doing her PhD in Soviet art history and I had agreed to accompany her to the exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts. I love art and art galleries, but it baffles me that people look at Caravaggio, with his magnificent use of light and shade to skilfully portray a gritty reality, in the same category as Jackson Pollock, who threw paint at a canvas.

“Rejoice, hold fast to the faith. And remember to fulfil those small tasks that you have learned while you were with me.”
Reputed to be amongst the last words of St David to his followers, these words could just as easily have been spoken by Jesus to the disciples of his day, and to his modern-day disciples.

It is 48 hours, as I write, since we witnessed the disgraceful scenes which unfolded in Washington D.C. to accompany the confirmation of Joe Biden’s election as president. Twenty years ago, the world watched in horror as 9/11 unfolded on our screens, and once again this week we found ourselves scarcely able to believe what was happening in front of our eyes across the Atlantic.

A zoom service for the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity is being arranged by the Methodist Church in St Johns.

During the Lockdown there will be a change to our regular services. All services are listed on our Events Page

Many a true word is spoken in jest - and it seems to me that a great deal of truth lies behind the sentiment being expressed by many at the end of 2020: that they'd be staying up until midnight on December 31st - not to see the New Year in, but to make sure that the old one really left!

Our Christmas Services have now been finalised and the overall details can be found here with the individual details of the Services have been listed under our Events Tab