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AROUND THE EAST ANGLIA REGION

St. Peter's-on-the-Wall, Bradwell
The Othona Community
Word from Wormingford - a reflection on Cedd and Othona
Word from Wormingford - Ronald Blythe honours Hilda the Abbess and the poet
St. Fursey and Burgh Castle
St. Walstan and Bawburgh
St. Fursey's Orthodox Community and Study Centre

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'St. Peter's-on-the-Wall, Bradwell'

The remote little chapel of St.Peter's-on-the-Wall is all that remains of the Christian community formed by St, Cedd in 653 AD. Cedd was an Anglo-Saxon, trained by Aidan at Lindisfarne and sent south as a missionary. The community was both missionary and monastic and St.Peter's may be considered the first cathedral of Essex. The monastery at Bradwell, like that of Burgh Castle in Suffolk, was built on the site of an old Roman fort called Othona, from which a present day community takes its name. (See further information on The Othona Community.) Cedd was so successful in his first year at Bradwell that in 654 AD he was recalled to Lindisfarne and consecrated Bishop of the East Saxons. He died of plague in 664 AD at Lastingham, Yorkshire, where he had founded another monastery.

The chapel was being built mainly from reused Roman materials, but only the rectangular nave remains today. In the 15th century it became a chapel-of-ease to the newer church which had been built in the village of Bradwell and in the 17th century the chancel was pulled down and the nave turned into a barn. The chapel was reconsecrated in 1920 and in recent years has become the focus of an annual pilgrimage and regular services during the summer months.

The chapel of St.Peter's-on-the-Wall is in the Diocese of Chelmsford. The Cathedral is dedicated to St. Mary, St. Peter and St. Cedd. In the Cathedral is a chapel. dedicated to St. Cedd.

Here may you find the Peace of God.
Go in that Peace.

Jane Jones



For further information, visit the Chapel website,
or write to the Chaplains to St. Peter's Chapel:
The Revds Margaret and Laurence Whitford,
The Rectory,
East End Road,
Bradwell-on-Sea,
Southminster,
Essex. CM0 7PX
or Tel: 01621 776203

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Here is a place where you can experience a different kind of holiday and go home with a fresh sense of well-being and community. It is very inexpensive and our centre is in a beautiful and remote corner of Essex on the River Blackwater. Nearby is the Saxon chapel of St. Peter's-on-the-Wall, which we use twice daily for informal worship.

Our year round activities include Art, Music and Drama weeks for all ages, weekends on our environment as well as religious themes and special times of celebration at Easter and Christmas.

Our lifestyle is based on non-dogmatic Christianity. We welcome people of all faiths - and of none. Our aim is what through open relationships and shared activities away from the pressures of modern life, we will reach a deeper understanding and acceptance of ourselves and others. We welcome individuals, families, School and Church groups.



Visit the Othona Community Homepage

Or write to:
The Warden,
The Othona Community,
East Hall Farm,
East End Rd,
Bradwell-on-Sea,
Southminster,
Essex. CM0 7NP, or call 01621 776564,
or e-mail OthonaCommunity@Bradwell-on-Sea.freeserve.co.uk

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Reproduced, with permission, from the Church Times 6th August 1999

Word from Wormingford

Ronald Blythe reflects on the language of ecstasy

IT IS A summer's afternoon, and the car itself seems to show a certain disbelief in how long it takes to reach certain coastal destinations. How the roads spin out in Dengie! Or on Dengie, for we appear to have left the mainland and are floating for-ward in the July heat to somewhere off the map.

Cedd and his friend, having tramped here all the way from Lindisfarne, must have muttered to each other, "How this land hangs out!" Eventually they came to it, the tumbling fort Othona, and quarried it to build a monastery. And there it is at last, still as sharp as these Angles could make it against the blue sea.

It was still celebrated salt country when these severe Christians arrived, and it would have been useful to have connected this local industry with Christ's praise for his followers, "Ye are the salt of the earth." This industry was very near a thousand years old when Cedd came to Othona, and his flat see would have been littered with its waste: the red hills made of broken pots, the puddled clay evaporation tanks cut into the fields.

Here they "inned" the sea. Here he inned Lindisfarne. While he was present, its wonderful flavour must have been tasted in every aspect of life; but, when he left, it too evaporated, draining away under the terrors of a plague that caused his converts to call on their old gods. But, as the Preacher so rightly said, "Everything is for a season," and this includes despair.

At last the tall Saxon shrine. Never was an architectural apex so grandly and simply stated. A great many swallows stay for evensong, squeaking and gently screaming along with the George Herbert hymns. These are sung unaccom-panied (except by birds) by a full congregation, and I long to be in two places at once - here in the song, and outside on the shore so that I can catch what I imagine must be the lovely holy drift of our music. The Celtic Church, I like to think, set its liturgy for both human and animal voices, and to the mesmeric sound of the tides.

Hugh, Cedd's successor in these airy parts, has brought the three of us here from inland Wormingford: myself to read Traherne in this elementary chapel that began as a military defence, and went on to be a monastery, then a barn, and now is the proto-shrine of Essex. It is awesomely functional, a sacred in-terior which admits only the purest language. Traherne's language is highly elaborate for it, but then it would be for Westminster Abbey. He is an ecstatic, for whom the world - he means Herefordshire - is so beautiful that it takes his breath away. He includes its inhabitants, of course. Herefordshire is heaven now.

Lindisfarne for Cedd must have been a paradise of sorts; and, strict evangelist that he was, he could not but have carried some of its poetry to this austere room, if only for the creatures who winged in its roof-space or crouched listening at the door. He was Aidan's pupil - Aidan, who once said, "Were you not too severe to unlearned hearers? Did you not feed them with meat, instead of milk?"



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Reproduced, with permission, from the Church Times 26th November 1999

Word from Wormingford

Ronald Blythe honours the Abbess and the poet

THE FIRST FROST. As the garden is a frost pocket, it lined it. Having taken the weather forecast at its word, which I rarely do, the tender plants in their summer pots have been hurried inside and can regard the threatening whiteness with immunity.

Proust once described a hard frost cutting its way through the walls of his Paris flat with a ''silver knife'', and the faint warmth and strong scent of a newly lit fire. In Suffolk a good husband would come down to get a nice fire ''on the goo'' before his wife rose. But there were also petted husbands whose wives proudly declared that ''he never does a hand's turn in the house'', and, on a frosty morning, these husbands expected to descend to bacon and a blaze.

At that time many women were nervous about the domesticated male, and hesitant to gossip about his skills. Their tongues were reduced to a whisper when it came to certain tasks. ''When she had her last he even did the washing . . .''. In winter, washing would hang above the glistening grass like crystal boards. The sun had to melt it before drying it. Today, St Hilda's day, the sun is suddenly hot against the window; the frost pocket is empty, and Max the cat stretches to get the full delicious heat on to his tummy.

Hilda, or Hild, was 66 when she died in the monastery she had built for both men and women on the headland which the Danes would call Whitby. I remember standing there in a high wind with that wonderful tumble of a town just below me, and the sea scarlet in the autumn evening.

It was here that England severed her connection with the ancient Irish Church in favour of Rome; but it would never, thank goodness, free itself wholly from Celtic Christianity, one of the most enchanting expressions of the faith.

Poor Hilda, the very expression herself of Celtic worship and thought, dutifully went to Rome. Discerning Abbess Hilda, she it was who recognised a great poet in a herdsman at her gate and brought him in to sing with her learned monks and nuns. She knew talent when she heard it: she saw no bounds to genius. She knew that both blew into sacred places like winds that were both ice and fire. Hilda listening to Caedmon singing to Christ on bleak Streaneshalch above the crashing water: now there is a November picture! It was the beginning of English literature.

On Friday, to Essex University to give the third of my seminar talks, only to be reminded that this week it is readings. The grey towers sway in the park like rookeries for students. My dozen or so drift into our classroom with their stories and poems. Between the lines I can hear that same longing to write which consumed me at their ages- which, at a guess, run from 20 to 40. Greeks and Mexicans, East Anglians and Londoners, they are all at the stage when they would like Abbess Hilda to arrive and say, ''Come inside''.



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'St. Fursey and Burgh Castle'

St. Fursey was one of the earliest missionaries to East Anglia. Bede tells us that he was born on the shores of Lough Corrib, Galway in Ireland at the end of the sixth century and was 'of noble Irish blood and even more noble in mind than in birth; for from his boyhood he not only read sacred books and observed monastic discipline but, as is fitting of the saints, had also diligently practised all that he learned'. He was determined from an early age 'to spend his life as a pilgrim for love of our Lord'. Accordingly, about 630, accompanied by his brother Foillan, he journeyed across Britain to the province of the pagan East Angles and set up his monastery at the deserted Roman fort of Burgh Castle. After a while he fell ill and during his nights of delirium he was granted a series of visions. In one of them, recorded by Bede, Fursey was looking down on the earth from a great height and saw a gloomy valley where four fires burnt. When he asked his angel guides what these fires meant, he was told that in time they would consume the whole world. The fires he saw were called Falsehood, Covetousness, Discord and Cruelty.

Sigebert, King of East Anglia, received Fursey and his companions kindly and gave them the old Roman stronghold of Gariannonum and adjacent lands for their monastery beside what is now Breydon Water near Yarmouth. In Anglo-Saxon times this wild and desolate spot was known as Cnobheresburg. Here this Celtic monk, assisted by his devoted followers, built a House of God within the walls of the old Camp. It became the centre of a great missionary movement and produced momentous results among the Angles and the Franks of Northern Gaul. Today the site, which played such a prominent part in the early evangelization of East Anglia, has most of the massive Roman walls still standing and has superb views across Breydon Water and the Halvergate grazing marshes. Archaeological excavations in 1958, 60 & 61 found evidence of the foundations of a group of beehive huts within the confines of the walls. It is to the west of the village of Burgh Castle and can be reached on foot by track and footpath leading from the Parish Church.

John Keeling

Sources:
'The Celtic Year', by Shirley Toulson, published by Element Books Ltd.
'The Oxford Dictionary of Saints', Oxford University Press.
'The Roman Camp and the Irish Saint at Burgh Castle with Local History', by Louis H. Dahl, published
by Jarrold & Sons 1913.
The Revd David Abraham, Hon Canon Norwich Cathedral.



An annual Pilgrimage in Honour of St. Fursey is held on the first Saturday in October at Burgh Castle, starting with a service at the Parish Church and then proceeding to the site of St. Fursey's monastery within the Roman Fort. A short commemoration is held there followed by tea at the Village Hall. See a report of a previous year's event on the Newspage.

St. Fursey's Feast Day is on the 16th January. We celebrate it on the nearest Saturday in Norwich with a Service at St. Matthew's church followed by an illustrated lecture and in the evening with a celebration supper. Details of this year's event will appear on the Diary.

These events are organised by the Fursey Pilgrims, a group dedicated to celebrating the life of St. Fursey and his contribution to the evangelisation of East Anglia. For further information contact:

The Revd Canon David Abraham, tel: 01603 402797, or email

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'ST. WALSTAN OF BAWBURGH'

Norfolk's Patron Saint of Agriculture


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The story goes that Walstan was born between 960 and 970 AD in Bawburgh, the son of Benedict and Blide (or Blida), herself venerated as a saint and buried in her own chapel at Martham near Great Yarmouth. When Walstan was twelve years old he left home, giving up wealth and position. He gave away his possessions and set out to earn his living as a farm labourer. He reached Taverham, only seven miles to the north but then separated from Bawburgh by a great tract of dense forest. There he found employment as a farm labourer, and lived a life remarkable

for its poverty, humility and charity. He gave away to others even the very little that he had by way of wages. For thirty-three years he lived such a life, gaining a widespread reputation for piety and holiness. Animals were brought to him to be healed and people too claimed to have been cured through his prayers and ministrations. He chose to continue living in poverty, keeping his royal identity a secret. His only possessions were two oxen (alleged to be white) and a small cart, pressed upon him as a gift by his employer. These he kept, because he had been told in a vision from God that he should do so.

In his last years he had many visions, and finally one which foretold his death. On the morning of his death he had received the sacrament of Holy Communion from the parish priest for the last time, kneeling in the hay-field where he worked. Tension was high, since Walstan's employer had heard only the day before in Norwich market that Canute, the new Danish king, was seeking the son of the Saxon, Benedict. The priest required water to administer extreme unction but there was no time to fetch any; after prayer, a spring appeared miraculously at Walstan's feet. He died on the 30th May in the year 1016.

At his death the people among whom he had worked for so many years placed his body upon his own cart and hitched the two oxen to it, as he had directed. The oxen were left free to draw the cart, in accordance with the Saint's last wishes. The oxen with the mourners following some distance behind moved as far as Costessey Woods before pausing to rest, and at that spot another spring gushed forth. The animals set off again and finally came to rest just below Bawburgh Church. At this third resting-place yet another spring appeared. This is the famous St.Walstan's Well, the waters of which became renowned for their curative properties for humans and animals alike. The Bawburgh Well is the only one of the three where miracles have been recorded.

'In this place the Divine goodness has kept up, even to this day, another spring of wonderful virtue against fevers and many other infirmities for the sake of St Walstan', wrote the Augustinian friar, John Capgrave, who died in 1484 AD.

Bishop Algar of Elmham officiated at the funeral and, persuaded by the various accounts of the many wonders God had enabled Walstan to perform in life, allowed the sacred remains to be venerated as the relics of a saint.

Thus, in 1016, began the story which is now legend. Writings and commentaries down the centuries have differed in what did happen, and what might have happened, but the essentials remain clear. Walstan chose the life of a farm worker and was a man of God. His example continues to inspire men and women for good, never evil, and in his name miracles of healing are recorded. Walstan devoted his life to our oldest and most essential occupation: farming. He lived charitably, peacefully and in fear of God. His affinity was with the earth, its cultivation and harvest, and his pity was for animals. Sick cattle, sheep, poultry and horses enjoyed the miraculous cure, seed corn inexplicably multiplied in the basket he carried, and for such is he named Patron of Agriculture.

Walstan became 'God of their feldes in Norfolk, and Gyde of the Harvestes, al mowers and scythe followers sekynge him ones in the yeare'.

A dedication to Walstan took place in January 1989 when a Memorial and Prayer Cell were dedicated to the Saint in neighbouring Bowthorpe by the Rt. Rev. David Bentley, the then Bishop of Lynn. A concrete sculpture outside, executed in a primitive early Saxon style, and the icon depicted above, painted for the occasion by the iconographer Anna Dimascio, are testament to Walstan's continuing power to inspire.

During the Dedication Service the following St. Walston Prayer was used for the first time:

Lord, our Father
Whose servant Walston devoted his life to your service
And to the love of your land
Bless our beloved county of Norfolk,
And grant us all a healing in our division
A new understanding of your call to service
And an unwavering determination
To live after the example of Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen



Text from:
'Walston of Bawburgh'
Edited by Carol Twinch
Published 1989 by Media Associates, Norwich, Norfolk

Icon: Judges Postcards Ltd., Hastings, Sussex

Further reading:
'In Search of St Walstan'
Author Carol Twinch
Published 1995 by Media Associates, Norwich, Norfolk
Tel: 01603 616005 & 767503 Fax: 01603 767397

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'St. Fursey's Orthodox Community and Study Centre'

Sutton, Norfolk

A place of Orthodox prayer, study, reflection and rest,
a Centre for Orthodox Mission in the Norfolk Broads.

 


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The St. Fursey's Community is a body of Christians who are part of the Orthodox Parish of St. Helen of Colchester. They take their name from the 7th century Irish monk St. Fursey who established a monastery at Burgh Castle in Norfolk as part of the evangelisation of East Anglia. The members meet for worship in their small wooden Chapel which was built by members of the Community in the Byzantine style with rounded arches to the side isles, apsidal sanctuary with side chapels, and a clerestory roof. There are three services a month in the chapel and prayers are said three times a day.


The Orthodox Church proclaims its faith as the mother of all churches, maintaining an unbroken link with the witness and teaching of the Apostles and with the writings of the Church Fathers. There is strong emphasis on the doctrine of the Holy Trinity and of the Holy Incarnation. The basic beliefs of the Orthodox are summarised in the Nicene Creed, dating from the 4th century. Holy Icons depicting the Saints bear witness to the reality of God's Kingdom on Earth and are hung around the walls of the Chapel. The Saints are venerated through these images. Members of the Orthodox Church are followers of the Way, a Way that is essentially liturgical, communal, sacramental, and therefore theological. Through the Holy Mysteries, known as sacraments, the Orthodox bear witness to the work of God's Holy Spirit in all aspects of Christian life and upon all creation.

The facilities at the Study Centre include a library with extensive coverage of the Orthodox Faith and a local section on Christianity in East Anglia. A Community Programme offers quiet days with talks on the Orthodox faith, weekly ecumenical Bible studies and retreats. Icons, books and pamphlets are on sale at the shop.

"Whatever you do,
do all to the glory of God"
1 Corinthians, 10.31

John Keeling




For further information contact:
Reader Stephen Weston,
111 Neville Road
Sutton, Norfolk
NR12 9RR
Tel: 01692 580552

And you can:-

visit the Parish website at: www.antiochian-orthodox.co.uk/colchome,
meet members of the Community on their stalls at North Walsham Market, Stalham Market, Great Yarmouth or Norwich Market. Ring for details of which days.
join our Ecumenical Bible Study on Thursdays at 2.30pm, refreshments at 3.30pm and Vespers at 4pm,
join our series of evening talks on the Orthodox Faith which are held from time-to-time. These informal evenings are for those who wish to find out about the Orthodox Church without any commitment.
Refreshments at 8.30pm, Evening Prayers in the Chapel at 9pm, and we finish about 9.15pm. Ring for further details.

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