Do not be afraid. Bid farewell to fear. There is no shadow so deep that love cannot reach it, no sin so vast it could exhaust the...

Hope leans forward, tender, listening to the whispers of creation groaning for renewal. It does not turn its face from shadows but gazes...

As it’s Advent, this poem/reflection might seem out of place. However, I was recently listening to a podcast about the Aztecs that...

The Bible presents us with an epic love-shaped narrative, a story of salvation, a history of hope, and a metanarrative of mercy, which...

The world is not what we think it is. We have been told a lie: that it is mere physicality, A random assembly of atoms, A cosmos...

I carry words unspoken, hidden beneath the surface, not because they are forgotten, but because they are too heavy to be set free....

Hope can be elusive, slipping through our grasp like morning fog, leaving behind the stark reality of suffering. For my lighthouse...

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

The keys, once pure, now lie fractured in a Leeds square. Broken yet beautiful, they mirror us— image bearers, wounded but still...

In the twilight of a fractured world, love looks like something— plunging light into the caverns of our souls. Love whispers in forgotten...

Click the picture above to access the book. Endorsements for my last book ‘Lament & Hope’. ‘We need Jon Swales at this time – pastor,...

Redemption’s Dance In the shadows, The darkness. I stumble, Lost in the maze of doubt. Whispers of hope call my name, In hushed tones...

The author of life now wears the shroud of death, He who said ‘I am the resurrection’ is lifeless, a corpse. The world's true light, in...

God is not confined to text, ink, paper, or papyrus. The divine transcends words. Not bound by a system, nor limited to a story, the...

The Priest speaks, her hand moves, ‘Remember you are dust, and to dust you will return.’ I linger, pondering, I am flesh. The Priest...

Deconstruction can be both necessary and profoundly painful. An existential crisis which touches deep within the human soul and...

In the realm where the divine once dwelled, A silence envelops, veiled in shadows, untouched by motion, unheard in speech. Lifeless, the...

We don’t get to walk without wounds, Or talk with words that have not been forged and shaped in the crucible of suffering. Yet, still,...

My faith, delicate as spun glass, Intertwined and enfleshed with doubt. Hope, the quiet confidence in things unseen, Is woven into the...

Amidst weathered stones, History and tradition intertwine, A sanctified haven, Set apart from the hustle and bustle of the high street. A...