Christopher David
Christopher David’s life works have been in the service of others. Both in the UK and abroad, he has found his place amongst his community. Finding his vocation and his beliefs at times at odds with his environment, he has always practised what he preached, with both integrity and an attempt to follow the paths laid down. This story follows those paths and choices and he looks forward to an age where those paths follow what he considers to be a more compassionate route. This tale is based on a very real dilemma that I found myself to be in. I am at a loss myself to decide the rights and wrongs that are described in the story. I leave it to the reader to make their own judgement. I have prefaced the story with a commentary on my hopes for the Catacomb pact. And conclude with the reality I find myself in.
- Formative Experiences: I was a teenager in the Second World War, grew up and was variously occupied as a commissioned officer in the Rifle Brigade; a shepherd on a hill farm; a medical student in Galway; a pilgrim in Assisi and a student in Rome - A teacher and a traveller.
- Inspirations: I want to say something that I believe is important, something that is not mine, something you cannot buy. It belongs in the heart. It is a great longing for a Light to shine, a Light that used to shine but many years ago. It was bright in the beginning. It spread rapidly. It filled the earth and the oil that fed the wick was the blood of martyrs. Only here and there is the flame bright today, only those who give their lives give it life.
- Favourite things: I have a passion for Art of all kinds, have written booklets of verse and painted numerous pictures.
We have a large library of books. - Biggest challenge: The most dangerous thing we did, Gill and I, was organise convoys of humanitarian Aid and medicines for the Muslims in Bosnia. We had to overcome the hostility and threats from both Croats and Serbs.
- Thing I’ve learned: I am well aware of the transient nature of our presence on this planet. I am mired alas in too much other activity and lacking my essential Secretary. She would have been telling me by now: 'you can't send that or have you forgotten this.'