'Walking the Way' - Reflection 12th April 2026

On Saturday last, April 11th,  'I Am Maximus' became the first horse since Red Rum to regain his crown in the Grand National, as Willie Mullins also became the first trainer since Vincent O'Brien in the 1950s to win three successive editions of the Aintree spectacular.

Another record was set by jockey Bruce Hobbs in 1938. Born on Long Island, New York, Hobbs became the youngest and tallest jockey to ride the winner of the English Grand National when successful on Battleship, a son of Man o' War, in 1938 just three months after his 17th birthday. Two weeks later, he won the Welsh Grand National on Timber Wolf. At the end of the 1937–38 season, during which he rode 35 winners, he became the first jockey to win three Grand Nationals in one year, lastly the Cedarhurst version.

Following the Second World War Bruce Hobbs began a career as a trainer, becoming a private trainer for John Rogerson at Letcombe Regis in Berkshire. In 1953 he moved to Newmarket, Suffolk and became assistant trainer to Cecil Boyd-Rochfort. In 1961 and 1962 he was assistant to John Clayton. In 1964 he moved to the Carlburg stable near Newmarket and became private trainer to David Robinson. Hobbs became a public trainer in 1966, basing himself at the Palace House stable where he remained for the rest of his career.

And in 1966 Hobbs signed up a young lad from Lancashire as an Apprentice Jockey.  This young lad carried the same name as a famous goalkeeper, Gordon Banks, and by a strange coincidence joined Hobb’s stable in the very same day when England won the world cup with Banks in goal.

What took me to take this somewhat unusual step wasn’t a deep love of horses, or of racing, or anything to do with the sport at all. Up until that point I had zero interest or knowledge about racing and the only thing that came close to riding a horse was a donkey ride on Blackpool beach!

What took me there was adolescent angst about dying, more particularly about dying unknown.  Not an untypical angst for teenagers to battle with as they grow up and begin to grow away from their parents. (In the ordinary course of things)

In short I hoped to become famous, so that when I died, as I was acutely aware that I would do one day, that my death would be noted and not be a mere little note in the obituary column of the local newspaper.  

At the age of fifteen and preparing to leave school I was underdeveloped and stood less that five-foot and weighed in at less than six stone.  When talking about what we would do when leaving school, it was my best pal, James Masters who quipped that I ought to become a jockey because of my size. That quip sowed the seed that eventually led me to traveling down to Newmarket, to Palace House Stables, so named because they were at one time the royal stables of Charles 11, a keen advocate of horse racing.

I never did become a jockey, famous or otherwise and after serving my five years as an Apprentice Jockey I left the racing game and began a raft of various other jobs, principally as a bartender in hotels in and around Newmarket.

God never really featured in my thinking or concern during any of this period. I had left school, St Anne’s Church of England Secondary Modern School, with a deep fascination with Jesus but a deep dislike for any form or organised religion and the Church.

That was to change in 1974 when I began to work for Spillers Food & Nutritional Centre as an Animal Technician. There, I was to meet David, a man like me in his mid-twenties. However David was a Christian, and a Christian of a type I had never met before, one who had a lively and active faith.  I began working there in March 1974 and by the winter of that year I had begun to look again at the Christian Faith and still have the Bible David gave me in November 1974.

It was reading that Bible that I read Colossians 3.3 – ‘For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.’

This proved to be a light-bulb moment, my Damascus Road, my enlightenment. On the 1st January 1975 I made a New Year's Resolution to become a Christian. 

My life, my true life, my God given authentic life, was not to be found in fame or fortune, but in walking with Jesus. It was not having my name in headlines but written in ‘The Lambs Book of Life.’   (See Luke 10.20)

Today at St Oswald’s we reflected on the Emmaus Road story, Luke 24.13-35.  We were encouraged to consider Jesus as the ‘master evangelist’ and consider the ways he acted in this encounter.  (To see the sermon visit - https://www.youtube.com/live/_1R7Jn85MA8?si=MClUAY8knRCfJfnY)

These are some of the key points on which we were invited to ponder.

What’s our story, what does Jesus mean to us, how did we come to encounter the risen Jesus.  Note in this story it was while these two disciples were ‘walking away’ from Jerusalem, It was when they were at their lowest, when they were downcast, befuddled and massively disappointed, all hopes and dreams shattered. Jesus joins them and walks alongside with them, ‘going away from Jerusalem’   - this is love ‘going out of its way’ for the sake of the other, to bring them Good News.

Jesus listened to their story and only then began to respond to their disappointment.  Listening is a key skill we can learn and develop.  A few weeks ago, I undertook the Prison Fellowship training for Bereavement Counselling.   (Bereavement especially for prisoners is broader than the death of a loved one) Listening was one key skill were encouraged to develop.  Not long ago Radio Four had a series called, ‘Across the Red Line’ Two people on the opposite sides of an issues were invited to sit across their opponent who was allowed to speak without interruption. There opposite number was then invited to reflect back what they had heard.

The other key thing we learn from the Emmaus Road story is Jesus’ knowledge of Scripture, his knowledge of the big picture. How good are we at knowing this bigger picture, how good are we at using Scripture to reflect back on what’s happening in people’s lives and in the world.

I am not taking here about selective proof text to be stuck on like some plaster, but knowing the stories, knowing the flow of things. Helping people sit into the deep wisdom to found in the Scriptures.

For example, in this past week my son and I were having a back and forth on WhatsApp about education (he is a teacher). We talked amongst other things about human flourishing, one of the primary reasons for education. This is a major motif of the Scriptures, our own flourishing, that is, what makes for the good life, (see Psalm 1) and what helps the flourishing of the ’other.’ 

I recalled hearing a story of lady who came from Uganda and secured her dream job in Switzerland. However, after she moved there with her young family she then moved back.  She didn’t want her daughters growing up in the atomised individualistic atmosphere of Western culture.  Practically she missed the support of her community. An African proverb says, ‘it takes whole village to raise a child.’   

Ponder this…

What is your story of meeting Jesus and are able you able to tell that story?

Have you found Jesus to be there at your lowest moments, bringing you encouragement?

How good are you at listening? Maybe with a friend try the exercise of listening and then reflecting back what they have just said.

How well do you know the Scriptures, the stories, the overriding themes and motifs?

How good are you at going out of your way to be with the ‘other’ and journeying with them?

For we know that a little bit of love goes a long, long way…

Ponder on your part in sharing God's love as you listen to this song.

https://youtu.be/auwgDr2BA7E?si=_hLtj2bFR9ZDqIJu