Prison number A34719. That’s who he is on paper. A number. A file. A ticked-off risk. "Repeat offender." "Unlikely to engage." He’s out now, if you can call it that. No fixed abode. He kips in the underpass, names of the dead sprayed on the walls. Sometimes he wonders if his will be next. He begs for a sandwich, but what he really wants is a tenner to shut out the noise: those voices that snake through his skull: You’re nothing. No one’s coming. He goes to the feeds, not just

She came to score, back of the cemetery, where no one watches, where the dead don’t judge, no shoes on her feet, too sore, too blistered...

They call her Sister Act, Father Ted on an off-day. Once a workman yelled, “You dressin’ up, love?” She laughed, tapped her collar, in...

They say he only works on Sundays, truth is, he works six, and Sunday’s the easiest. Done by noon, maybe even time for a snooze before...

He didn’t leave Leeds for a fresh start. He left because staying meant fear. The flat was chaos — tinfoil graveyard, door kicked in,...

The Gospel of the Wild Messiah He did not come robed in safety. He did not come crowned in gold. He came with dust on his sandals, blood...

He spoke each night on the radio. Crackling across kitchens and darkened barrios, his voice walked through walls, lingered among the...

We meet in the back room of the synagogue. Not the main hall, too clean. Too many eyes. Here it’s dim, fold-out chairs in a circle, figs...

He’d seen things no soul should ever see, heard things that still rattle in his dreams— not just bombs in Belfast, but shrapnel lodged...

The Quiet and the Messy Revival They say there is a quiet revival — soft as breath on stained glass, a hush that Spotify, TikTok, and...

It was raining. Sideways rain. Hard, mean, Leeds rain. The kind that says: You’re not welcome anywhere. She stood outside, soaked,...

She came in swearing— trackies on, a tinnie downed, tired eyes. A friend from the pavement, roll-ups in her pocket, playfulness in her...

I hear it— a cry rising like incense from flats without furniture, from doorways where the prophets weep, from rooms where children dream...

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...

The Magnificat is a powerful prayer of divine reversal, where Mary proclaims God's justice for the oppressed and mercy for the humble....

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...

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil At Lighthouse, this line of the Lord’s Prayer carries weight. It’s prayed by those...

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...

“We may possess and may practice a dogmatics, an ethics, and a proper worldview such as the given tradition requires but still leave...