What made the pre Saxon churches into a culture of their own was this common spiritual kinship, and they shared a common history, common heroes, and a common love of music, poetry and stories. These British churches were not cut off from the universal Catholic church nor the Pope The storytelling, of the people, their music, art, liturgical and private prayers, were expressions of its spirituality, a spirituality which was highly community based, emphasizing, as it did, the spiritual bonds of tribe, family, and soul friends. In fact a great deal of Druidic lore and emphasis remained , not at its heart but in its appearance and poetic heart.
I will speak more of relics in later podcasts, although I did mention them in my Christmas edition in respect of the relics of St Sicarius at Brantome, one of the 12-24 male babies killed by Herod at the slaughter of the Innocents mentioned in the Bible. The question of the importance of relics is a huge topic in itself, and deserves a special episode. There was even a relic of St Mary Magdalene in Usk until it was destroyed by Tudor monarchs in the 16th century.There was also reputedly a shrine and therefore possibly a relic of St Margaret of Antioch at Caerwent in the Middle Ages
How did people in ancient Gwent enjoy themselves?
Rhyme, and rhetoric were enjoyed and debated by the people and they enjoyed poetry and singing immensely. The rule of law was interesting and important. In fact by the end of the first millennium, Hywel dda, the great King had submitted his laws to the Pope for approval after studying the Justinian Code in Rome. These confirmed that at that time, Wales was divided only into Gwent Gwynedd and Dyfed. Gwent had its own code of laws. According to these laws , the Church founded on Peter was an organic part of Welsh tribal society and great prominence is given to the status of the monasteries.A man under monastic orders was a Gwr wrth grefydd and a secular priest was a dyn eglwysig wrth urddau cyssegredig’.Papal confirmation was asked for because Hywel was anxious that none of his laws should conflict with the laws of the Church. In the text of the laws, the authority of the church is clearly recognised . Welsh bishops were consecrated on the Feast of St Peter’s Chair.(Feb 22)which shows a recognition of Roman primacy.
How did the people of Monmouthshire enjoy themselves?
They were (and are) fond of joking , being facetious , telling good humerous stories, being satirical and ready with witty sayings. Like the Romans, they also consulted soothsayers called Awenyddion whom they believed could forecast events. On being consulted , these people went into a sort of exstasy, and gave their enthusiastic view of incoherent nonsense, and then the person who had paid ad to make of it what he could. These were not bards, who were experts in music and poetry. Interestingly, the word for ‘poetry’ was the same word as for ‘harmony’ in singing in Welsh.
In the Old Welsh tradition, there were many tales of men and women of royal blood, who forsook everything as according to the gospel and going to live out their lives in God’s service as we saw Materiana and Ceidio do last week. I mentioned that strong in this tradition, which was shared by St Augustine of Hippo, was the model of the desert and giving up their lives in the service of God. This was contained in the idea of a white or green martyrdom.
The idea of White Martyrdom was that a would be saint would set sail in a boat (often poetically reckoned to be a leaf) and go wherever the waves took him or her. They would not always go by sea. Holy hermits often went on long walks over mountains and set up their own settlement or hermitage where they felt God wanted them to go. A story exists of the Irish Saint Ea being driven on to the coast of Cornwall on a leaf and Arriving at St Ives to which she gave her name-(slightly changed by English usage now). St Barruc set sail from Brittany and landed at what is now Barry-named after him to create his hermitage. Here he became a soul friend of and worked with St Cadoc , son of St Gwynlliw of Newport) who was working at Cadoxton or Cadoc’s town. Here they would labour to help the community but generally pray and work in God’s service. Having arrived on the sea, the sea taking them to where God wanted them to be, they would set up a Green Martyrdom.
There was once a man called Ishow, a holy man who dreamt of serving God in such a ‘Green Martyrdom’He set out from his father’s house, possibly that of Brychan Brycheiniog and began walking over the Black Mountains and in the shadow of the Skirrid Holy Mountain (Yskyrrid fawr), he walked down through one of the most beautiful and secret valleys in Gwent and arrived at a tiny place high up in the mountains.
The Skirrid is often called ‘St Michael’s Mount. As the local legend says, at the time of the crucifixion at the time of Jesus death, the veil of the temple at Jerusalem was ripped in half. and darkness descended over the world! At the same time, the great Archangel Michael brought down his flaming sword on the Skirrid mountain and cut a deep gash in it. The mountain remains holy to this day. In times of persecution many Catholics climbed to the top to take part in secret Masses and rosaries if there was no priest. Even to this day, on the Feast of St Michael in September and Good Friday, Catholics climb to the top of the Skirrid for Mass it is a very holy place! They venerate of the cross there ,often in the tiny little ruined chapel dedicated to St Michael.. Farmers are said to drive up and take away ‘holy soil’ to put on their land if it became barren and almost all churches within sight of it are dedicated to St Michael, usually as well as to Our Lady. The Skirrid has been a holy place all through Christian times and it is easy to see why Ishow built his cell within sight of it on the other side of the valley and also why our great patron Saint David built his small cell in the green valley in its sight before he rose to prominence. He intended to do a Green Martyrdom there all his life, but as we shall see, God used his great talents of oratory, scholarship and humility to protect the church from the false claims of Pelagius at Llandewi Brevi.
If you drive on the mountain road from Llanfihangel Crucorney near Abergavenny up towards Llanthony, a tiny left hand turn signs you to Fforest and to Patrishow. You need to drive quite a few miles through narrow country roads to get there.
Ishow, or Issui which was a Welsh form of the name Esau. became a hermit.He built his cell on the banks of the enchanting brook named Nant Mair (Mary's brook)named for the Mother of God. Every morning he would say his morning psalms and praises. Occasionally he would be visited by a priest who would say Mass He lived there for many years in prayer and charismatic contemplation winning the affection of the country folk who fed him, so he would pray for them. Even today the local farmers and country people look after and care for the little chapel. In fact the place became so holy that a preaching cross was established there for that little parish.
Ishow was greatly loved and did what he was told in the Bible, clothing the naked, feeding the hungry and giving shelter to those who came upon the little chapel in their travels over the mountains. He fasted often and gave away his food to the poor. One night, it was a cold and draughty night there was a knock on the door. A stranger stood outside asking for shelter from the wind and the rain. Isshow invited him inside as was the custom. The man gave up his weapons and Isshow brought wa rmwater wash his feet, which the accepted quickly and Ishow made him very welcome.Ishow prepared for the wayfarer to stay overnight. He fed him with some bread and meat and warm beer and made him comfortable for the night He said his night offices, that is the psalms and prayers used even to today in the church and went to bed.He would rather prophetically say the Nunc dimittis, before he slept. ‘Now Lord lettest thou thy servant depart in peace’…..the song of Simeon the Temple Priest, when he had seen the child Jesus.
The following morning, he got up and made breakfast for the stranger and talked to him, because he sensed the stranger was troubled. But the ungrateful stranger suddenly demanded Ishow’s money.-He did not understand his holy calling and that this meant he had none! Isshow told him he had no money, only what people gave him. Infuritated, the stranger stabbed or throttled the old man, who after a lifetime of service as a hermit met his Lord and Maker in a real blood martyrdom. Shockwaves were felt through the countryside. Local people brought candles and flowers. His Requiem must ave been attended by many people.The bishops of Hereford who visited now and again and also priests who visited him, began to visit the little chapel of the Martyrs shrine and he was believed to have been buried there. The hermitage grew in importance as a Martyrs shrine and a larger stone building added to accommodate all the pilgrims. The font of the church bears a rudely cut inscription-'i tepore genillin'...me fecit'which gives a clue to the date of the church. Cynhyllin (cunhillin)was Lord of Ystradwy (Uh strad-oo-ee) in 1056 so before the Battle of Hastings was being fought, holy men were praising God here.
He was named a martyr by Bishop Herewald in the 11th Century.In recent years the little church and hermit’s cell have been restored and a large statue erected in the cell to the Blessed Saint. His good life and sacrifice always remembered by local people,where as the name of the ungrateful murderer is unknown and unremembered..