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...