“When he was a child in Catholic school in London, (he) asked a nun, Sister Anthony, what might have been his first existentialist question: “When do the angels start writing down your sins?”
After a pause, she told him the scorecard began when children turn 8, a relief since he was still a year or two away.
“Religion constantly made me feel guilty about nice-looking things,” he writes in his book. “But balancing those kind of fearful images with what was going on outside the doors of the church after school, I felt the pull of the world mighty overpowering.”[i]
The boy to whom Sister Anthony was speaking to was Steven Georgiou. The call to find some beauty in the outside world led him to become a musician and a songwriter. He had gifts which he developed and shared. He changed his name to Cat Stevens.
I remember well the impact he made on my generation. In 1970 much of the music of the time reflected angst and outrage. But then albums came out that carried with them a softer tone. James Taylor’s Sweet Baby James was one. Another was Cat Stevens’ Tea for the Tillerman, with songs like “Where Do the Children Play?” and “Wild World.” Then came his biggest selling album, “Teaser and the Firecat.” We heard songs like “Moonshadow,” “Peace Train,” and the English hymn, “Morning Has Broken.” There was still social concern, but the mood was more poignant, reflective and hopeful.
Several years later, Cat Stevens disappeared. Word came he had given up music and become a Muslim, taking the name Yusuf Islam. Only recently has he seemed to resurface. In a recent interview in the New York Times, he shared highlights of his spiritual journey which includes three close encounters with death.
The first came when he was a teenager. He and some friends were jumping between rooftops when he slipped and one of his buddies saved him from falling at the last second. The second came when he was 20 and discovered he had tuberculosis. Then there was the third:
Late in 1975, soon after Islam turned 27, his career seemed to be flagging. While he waited for lunch with his manager and label boss in Malibu, Calif., he decided to swim in the Pacific. After 15 minutes in the cold water, he tried to head back, only to find that the current was sweeping him to sea.
“I thought I could swim well, but I could not fight or beat the ocean. I had only seconds left,” Islam, 77, said recently during a video interview from a rented London apartment. So he prayed, insisting that, if he lived, he would work for God. A wave pushed him forward. “When I realized my vulnerability, what else could I do? My body was disappearing. I had only my soul left.”[ii] He began an earnest spiritual journey which led to his conversion to Islam in 1977.
Recently I’ve been in group discussions where a key concept of Richard Rohr’s has kept surfacing. According to Rohr, our spiritual journeys can often go through three phases: order, disorder, and reorder. In the “order” stage, we have clear ideas about who we are and what we believe. But times can come when it’s not making sense anymore – we experience things that challenge that clear sense of order. We enter “disorder,” a kind of spiritual wilderness where we are not sure what we can trust and believe. But eventually, we can form a new sense of direction and place – our world has been reordered. And the process can keep repeating.
Looking back on Cat Stevens’ life, it seems he went from the order of his Catholic upbringing, to the disorder of seeking a new identity “outside the doors of the church,” to finding a new reorder as a rock star, to finding that was not enough and entering a new time of disorder as a spiritual seeker. Eventually he found a new reorder as a devout Muslim which included giving up music. In recent years, he’s looked for yet a new reorder in his life, integrating his faith with his musical gifts. He has gone away and come back more than once – something he needed to do to adapt to life while also honoring his soul.
I find many of us go through similar journeys. We’ve gone through phases of being settled, then unsettled. Then settled again. Then unsettled. We may not come close to drowning in the ocean like he did at age 27, but we experience our “vulnerability” as we deal with changes and challenges in our personal life, relationships and world; as years go on, we may even feel our bodies are slowly “disappearing.” But the spiritual life is a pilgrimage in which we are constantly learning and adapting. Along the way, it’s a beautiful thing to realize we will always have our “soul left.” And we can be grateful for those who are sharing the journey with us.
For an old, grainy video of Cat Stevens singing “Moonshadow” in 1971 before an adoring crowd of long-haired fans, click on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGNxKnLmOH4
[i] “As Cat Stevens, He Knew That He Had to Go Away,” NYTimes, Sept 21, 2025
[ii] Ibid.
Steve Jacobsen, Ed.D 