Beside every bed in ICU stands a mind-boggling array of technical equipment and machinery with flashing lights, monitors and beeping warnings. There are so many illnesses, so many doctors, so many specialised treatments - and then there's me, the priest.
I carry a little bag on my shoulder with Holy Oils, Holy Water, Holy Cards and, of course, the Blessed Sacrament. Nothing beeps or flashes. I go to each patient, one after the other, and only ever find one illness and only ever offer one cure.