advancement leave them empty too. Others want to live consciously non-religious lives, but they are shrivelling up daily in an urban desert, ‘Living, living and partly living,’ as T.S. Eliot put it. 4 Even atheist philosopher Bertrand Russell admitted his malaise: ‘That God is dead, that I cannot deny. But that my whole being cries out for God: that I can never forget’. This is the paradox that defines the world. But in the depth of this spiritual winter, I have had the joy of seeing a new generation