Everybody Hurts…

Tonight, when we went round to my parents’ place for an early Mother’s Day dinner, Mum piped up and said she wanted us to listen to a priest singing on Britain’s Got Talent. 

Well, I must admit I was rather taken aback. I don’t know what comes to mind when you think about a singing priest, but I was thinking of something more along the line of Gregorian chants, than something I could relate to. So, while my mother was uncharacteristically excited and really wanted us to see it, I had no interest whatsoever and instinctively wanted to extricate myself and runaway. However, considering it’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, I thought I’d better play the dutiful daughter, and avoid being a complete ratbag. Listening to a priest sing for a few minutes, wasn’t going to kill me. Moreover, I am a bit more mature these days.

Then, I see Father Ray Kelly on the stage, and there’s something immediately likeable about him. There’s a sort of brown shoe honesty about him and he is that simple, heart-felt man of God. The sort I’ve come across now and then, but is far from commonplace. He is one of those men of God who is of the people. A shepherd who knows his sheep and responds to their cries. Who knows there are 100 sheep in the flock, and not only knows when one is missing, but also by its name. This type of person is very hard to find.

When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes…

REM: Everybody Hurts

Well, of course, I don’t really know whether all of these impressions are true, but when he sings, I not only believe him, but I also know he’s singing to me. That he personally cares for each one of us and our hurts, and is a reflection of God’s unconditional, personal and intimate love for us. These aren’t phrases I throw around lightly. Father Ray was there in a simple grey suit, his collar and brown shoes and there were no props. No machinations. He simply was, and he was speaking for all those people out there who are desperately hurt, and he’s personally asking them to hold on. It was so clear he cared and was singing straight from the very depths of his heart…his soul. It was just so beautiful and I had to share it with you. Indeed, I hope it touches a chord for you.

What are your thoughts? How did it make you feel?

I could listen to it over and over and over again!

Best wishes,


The featured image was drawn by my son.

PS Here’s the wedding song which launched him on You tube Father Ray Kelly singing Alleluia

15 thoughts on “Everybody Hurts…

  1. Tails Around the Ranch

    My heavens! What a brilliant performance by a lovely man. It brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my heart. Thank you so much for sharing. That made my morning! Happy Mother’s Day 💐

  2. pensitivity101

    He’s amazing, is he not? I’d seen the wedding Hallelujah and thought he was great then.
    Let’s hope he does well in BGT. We’ve had the Singing Nun, so why not a Singing Vicar? He gets my vote. Awesome, believable, and I’d love to be part of his congregation.

  3. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much, Tom. I’m with you, too. I am currently the jam in the sandwich generation in between my parents and kids. So, I can both be the dutiful daughter and on the search for one.
    How is Max going? How are his paws? Was thinking about you as I’ve watched in the lava flows in Hawaii. Did you live anywhere near there? The forces of nature are amazing, aren’t they? So creative and destruction at the same time.
    Best wishes,

  4. Rowena Post author

    Geoff, you are a master of the evocative image with that comment. I’m imagining huge sparks and flashes of electricity. Hope you didn’t get electrocuted!
    Best wishes,

  5. Rowena Post author

    I wholeheartedly agree with everything you said. He has quite a sense of humour too, which is another reason I’d like to be in his congregation. I get a bit over all the black suited preachers and found his Christmas jumper collection very funny.

  6. Rowena Post author

    That’s so true, Cheryl. I think that song is also an important reminder that everybody hurts at some point, and not just people who experience more public crises. I was quite astounded to find out how much Monet had been through during my A-Z Series of Letters to Dead Artists. I think he turned to his garden for solace.

  7. Rowena Post author

    You’re welcome, Grady and it turns out a fellow blogger has even been a member of his parish. It’s a small world.
    Best wishes,

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