He Wrote the Date (for the lad who once lived in the car park opposite Leeds Uni — a true story framed poetically) He slept beneath...

It was spring. The blossom tree stood, quiet, its branches soft with new life. Bluebells dotted the ground, fragile, waiting for...

He Set Himself on Fire (A true story framed poetically) He had ink all over him— names, dates, wounds. But it was the teardrop by his...

He reads it in a doorway, knees hugged to chest, back cold to the brick. Gospel half-torn, creased and smudged, given by Lighthouse,...

Lighthouse Beatitudes When Liberator saw the crowd, he went up a mountain and sat down to encourage his people. He opened his mouth and...

'For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.' At Lighthouse, we say these words together — sometimes...

Give us this day our daily bread Each Sunday at Lighthouse, after cries for the kingdom to come, we move to the next line of the prayer...

Each Sunday at Lighthouse, after a burst of heart-felt, honest, and holy prayer — the kind that comes when people have nothing left to...

Night spills across the earth like oil, thick with the hush of waiting. I slip between waking and the deep unseen, where time is...

I’m sat here in a doorway on one of Leeds’ busy streets. People rush past, their hands full of shopping bags, their faces lit by the glow...

The forecast said -3°C. Cold enough to kill someone who isn’t prepared. For anyone who knows the homeless—especially those who count...

When I visited Peter—though that’s not his real name—I found him lying on the floor, paralysed from the neck down, waiting for an...

Life, though common to all of us, remains profoundly strange- a puzzle, a mystery. We are biological beings, products of evolution, yet...

Let me tell you a story, a true story, though the name has been changed. Bev was trapped in a cycle of isolation, her life marked by...

Jesus is often depicted as a sanitized, safe figure—his radical message diluted by centuries of tradition. This version of Jesus seems to...

Let me share with you a story—a real story, though the name has been changed. Tori came to Lighthouse one Sunday—tough, loud, and...

Let me tell you a story—a true one, though I’ve changed the name. Peter was a regular at Lighthouse. Raised in care, he was a bright guy,...

Let me tell you a story. A real story, one that echoes countless tales etched into the memories of the pastors at Lighthouse—a fresh...

When Liberator looked at the crowd he went up a mountain and sat down to encourage his people. He opened his mouth and spoke to his crew...