I first heard of Margaret Clitherow during student days, in the beautiful city of York. She is remembered lovingly, in its stones, and in its streets. She was a beautiful witty wife and mother. She became Catholic after marriage to her well-to-do Protestant husband. She sheltered fugitive priests, and for this reason forfeited her life.

Her husband John pleaded for her. ’Let them take all I have, but save her, for she is the best wife in all England and the best Catholic’. The ideal marriage relationship is often described as two hands touching together gently and firmly, not intertwined in each other, but each with its unique identity, both pointing in one direction ..the unseen God of Love .

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