The Parable of Jonah Christmas Blues Welcome to the homepage of Caradoc, a retired pulpit-warrior who lives in a dying mining town in the Valleys of South Wales in Britain, writes Tom Davies . Now aged 81 Caradoc often sits alone in a derelict chapel listening to just the sound of the scuffling rats beneath the floorboards and dreaming of the old glory days of chapel revivals. He also often surveys the state of his town with a tense gloom even if he does occasionally glimpse unexpected visions of glory in the charred and crime-ridden desert in which he finds himself. A brilliant angel is spotted flying through grey, valley skies. A bearded stranger appears in a storm.
Shadowy figures make strange music in the local cemetery.
It was men like Caradoc who made the Welsh what they were. Here was another of a glittering dynasty of great Welsh preachers who pounded out our very souls in their little wooden pulpits. They made their pulpits the centres of all poetry, philosophy and drama. They were always fearless in their attacks on the enemies of God and resolute in His defence. Nothing ever shut them up.