She moved like silence in a room full of eyes, broke the jar like a prophet breaks the sky. No words, just oil — and the scent of burial....

I don’t want to be a Christian who forgets how to feel— who hides behind answers, quotes verses like shields, and silences sorrow with a...

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

Christ of the margins, you know. You know the weight of betrayal, the sting of injustice, the silence of God. You are found— not in...

2 Kings 22:14–20; 2 Chronicles 34:22–28 Huldah was not a priest. Not a scribe. Not a king. She wasn’t at the top of the hierarchy, ...

Found a Bible in the foodbank queue, someone left it wedged in the radiator. Fell open to Mary’s song— The ‘Magnificat’, they call it....

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

How long, O Lord? How long will the blood of children cry from the dust? How long will hostages be held and celebrations be made of...

By way of explanation if you have seen me out and about in the last few weeks. Last year, I felt a nudge before Lent to wear a cassock —...

For those with eyes to see and ears to hear, climate and ecological breakdown are no longer distant threats. They are here. Right now....

In a world battered and bruised by injustice, where the cries of the oppressed so often fall on deaf ears, the witness of Oscar Romero...

'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...

Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us Each Sunday at Lighthouse, after we’ve prayed for the kingdom to come, after...

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...

One foot in Eden, where light spills soft through the branches, and the river sings a song without sorrow. Here, the air is thick with...

The Church Is Not a Museum Churches are not museums of tradition or graveyards of yesteryear. They are not mausoleums filled with the...

Blessed be the One, wild and holy, whose breath stirs the void, whose voice hums in all things, whose light flickers in the deep. ...

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