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...

Eros once lit the stars— a holy ache in the fabric of things, pulling cosmos from chaos, and Adam toward Eve. She moved through gardens...

She was there when the ruach of God stirred the dust, a whisper of desire, a holy ache, woven into the soul. Before the fall, before the...

She fell near Leeds Bus Station. Where the pigeons limp, and the wind smells of chip fat, regret, and last night’s fight. One minute...

You shall love —with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your might— but we have learned to think instead. To dissect. To label....

He woke, not with trumpet, but with tremor, a shiver in the soul as the Ruach hovered— not over ancient waters, but deep in the fault...

I saw it— on the road from Reeth to Arkengarthdale: an old petrol pump, abandoned by time, leaning like a tired priest who’d forgotten...

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...

From Glastonbury a scream broke through— 'death, death to the IDF'— words, not nice, should have been silenced, but words. Should the...

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

East of Eden: The Last Sermon I. Bedside – Gospel She sat by his bedside— hospice light low, steady, the quiet sliced only by distant...

Sometimes, not all the time, he doubts. The phone lights up— war in Iran, slaughter in Gaza, climate breakdown racing like a car with no...

Once, he worshipped an angry God— the kind who answered before you even asked. A system, disguised as certainty. Grudem on the shelf,...

She limps up Brownlow Hill, collar loose, black shirt now greying— bearing the weight of thirty years spent wrestling with grace. She was...

Makros v. Jesus of Nazareth Gerasene District Court Case No. LK 0826-39 Filed: 22nd June, 33 AD Makros son of Philetos filed his...

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...

She sat at the back. Near the radiator. That’s where she always sat— if she came at all. Scarf wrapped tight around her wrist where last...