There was nobody more surprised than I was by the success of the Glenstal Book of Prayer nearly a quarter of a century ago. I was flicking through the Ampleforth Prayer Book in our tiny monastery shop when FatherPeter Gilfedder, then in charge, chided me, “It’s time we had our own prayer book, and isn’t it time you did something useful?”
I took the bait, and a committee went to work to produce the Glenstal Book of Prayer in jig time. It arrived in July 2001, which is apparently the worst month for publishing a book. Yet within a week it was keeping company with John Grisham on the Bestseller List. In another week it had passed him out, reaching the top. The phone was constantly ringing, multiple interviews with radio stations followed and when ABC Australia (their equivalent of the BBC) arrived on our doorstep – drawn by a best selling prayer book in Ireland – I knew something dramatic had happened!
In the Ireland of that time, there was something in the zeitgeist that needed a prayer book. The church was reeling from scandal, losing its grip and a raw, untended, spiritual felt-sense coincided with a ripening nostalgia for an ‘old time’ prayer book. This coincidence of need and nostalgia fuelled a buying frenzy. The book sold out and the publishers couldn’t keep pace. They ran out of books. Easons were furious – they demanded extra copies… now!
Almost a quarter of a century later, the nostalgia of 2001 has gone and now a prayer book is more likely to be considered a novelty item and prayer a vague, unfamiliar practice from a distant past. And here we go… a new edition of The Glenstal Prayerbook and with a publisher hoping for a second bonanza.
People’s attention is harder won and the competition stiffer than in 2001 – technology’s ubiquity, consumerism, and the all encompassing entertainment industry dulls our ancient spirit-hunger. The God-shaped hole is now filled with ‘stuff’ as we try to quench our nagging ‘not enoughness’ but it simply doesn’t suffice.
But we keep up appearances – it cost a fortune to get us here – and it’s way too late to jump ship with family, career, mortgage. Behind the scenes, we are busily backfilling that God-shaped hole with all kinds of spiritual bric a brac from around the world and from varied spiritual traditions. Amazon keeps the ‘stuff’ rolling in, as we do our best to spend our way out of spirit-poverty. Once again, a sort of famine stalks our land.
Our world has become “a kind of spiritual kindergarten,” says Edwin Arlington Robinson, “where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.” And in this kindergarten we spend our new found wealth developing our minds and minding our bodies in education, health, fitness – things we can measure.
Responsibility is handed over to institutions with their roll call of experts: vast universities, schools, extra-curricular courses, night courses busily at work on our minds – hospitals, primary care centres, fitness centres, sports facilities and diet centres cater for our reappropriated bodies. On the south side of Limerick, we have the ever expanding, yet always inadequate, University Hospital (UHL), while north of the Shannon, there is the huge University of Limerick campus. Cathedrals and churches, still prominent in our cities, towns and villages, are ghosts of their former selves, standing as ancient monuments to a bygone era.
The one time spirit-carers cast aside, the Spirit drops out. Those who feel a need for a spiritual life cobble together a spiritual practice; check into a yoga class, do some breath work or adopt a spiritual practice from India or elsewhere, whereas going to church or using a prayer book is not on the menu. One could argue that we are paying for this ‘dropping out’ of spirit with pervasive and growing mental health issues. The Spirit hasn’t gone anywhere and won’t be ignored – it hits back and in ways we don’t understand. “What is wrong with us,” we ask. We never had it so good for goodness sake. Cars and homes, undreamed of comfort and entertainment 24/7, holidays in the sun, weekend breaks to wherever we like. And in 2025, “I don’t want anyone telling me how to run my life, spiritual or otherwise!”
“Not much room for a prayer book here,” you may be thinking… It won’t make us feel any less lonesome inside. All a publisher can reasonably expect is a brief shelf life for a new prayer book and likely as not, John Grisham will be, once more, speeding up the bestseller chart.
And yet here we are with The Glenstal Prayerbook. Why? Because in the end we have to deal with God if we want to be who we are as human beings. The alternative, idolatry, is the oldest sin in the business – the worshipping of lifeless, tempting idols, found on our screens, in our homes and living rooms doesn’t do it. And the devil sits back and laughs – he never had it so easy! “Our world is populated with atomised ‘godlets,’”writes George Buttrick, and everyone is having a great time, on Facebook at least. But behind the scenes misery and emptiness lurks, anxiety and depression ferment. Being ‘gods’ gutters in on itself and fails us. Living out of our cramped and expensively ‘put together’ self, loneliness has become epidemic and our spirit is gasping for air, cut off from its source…
And so we must return to keeping company with God, and so we pray. A prayer book can help us. Herbert Butterfield, an Oxford historian says that prayer is more important in shaping history than war and diplomacy and more significant than technology and art. He worries about the disappearance of monks in the Protestant tradition. “If I desired to say perhaps one thing that might be remembered for a while, I would say that sometimes I wonder, at dead of night, whether, during the next fifty years, Protestantism many not be at a disadvantage because a few centuries ago, it decided to get rid of monks. Since it followed that policy, a greater responsibility falls on us to give something of ourselves to contemplation and silence and listening to the still small voice.’”
The new Glenstal Prayerbook is to help us keep company with God – to help us to pray, to help us to listen to the still, small voice calling us to life, speaking to and from the God-shaped hole, below the noise and hullabaloo of our taut, stretched and often edgy selves.
We need to listen and answer God, we need to unblock the God-shaped hole and then, and only then, will we find peace and life – life and more life. And with our spirit nurtured, we can still rise from the dead, back from the brink…
Get your copy of The Glenstal Prayerbook here.
Simon Sleeman OSB