When we tried to leave Poole harbour in my little boat, the wind was so strong that we were driven back. I didn’t have sufficient faith in myself to risk a passage in the open sea.

That evening the subject of the readings was faith.

The apostles say to Jesus. “Increase our faith.” And the prophet Habakuk pleads why does he cry out in vain.

This time I returned to the same spot I talked about yesterday, in the chapel, repeating the words of the Apostles. My lack of belief did not come back. It seemed stopped by a power outside me.

We can only ask “increase my faith”.