You can find Calcutta all over the world, if you have the eyes to see”- Mother Teresa Find your own Calcutta— a descent, an incarnation...

Hope is not a calculation,   not a tally of gains or losses,   but the ache of a heart   stretched toward the horizon,   a whisper of...

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...

The incarnation—the advent and arrival of the God-Man, Jesus—unfolded in a time of escalating turmoil, as the Jewish nation hurtled...

'Climate Breakdown and Cruciform Adaptation' is a hard-hitting, prophetic follow-on course to 'Climate Justice: Following Jesus in a World

We live in strange and perilous times. The boat of Western civilisation has been cast adrift, tossed on turbulent seas churned by...

We are living in the midst of a profound storm, one that is shaking the very foundations of our civilisation. The crises we...

Advent is a season of holy tension. It draws us to look back—to the miracle of the incarnation, when God took on flesh and entered the...

I’m sat here in a doorway on one of Leeds’ busy streets. People rush past, their hands full of shopping bags, their faces lit by the glow...

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 urban street communities, the drinkers & drifters, the beggars & broken, the addicts & abused, are those who have and continue to be...

As we find ourselves within the sacred season of Advent, we are drawn into a holy space—a space of quiet reflection, deep longing, and...

Mary’s Monologue When the angel came to me, I didn’t know what to say. “Greetings, favoured one,” he said. Favoured? Me? I was just a...

It was just another night. I was out in the hills, doing what I always do—watching the sheep. The air was cold, the wind sharp. The...

The Wise Man’s Monologue I have spent my life searching. The stars have always fascinated me—their patterns, their meaning. I have...

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...

Advent is a time of waiting—of living in the in-between. It’s that sacred tension between what is and what we long for, between the...

A Meditation on Love Love. Four letters seeking to name that which transcends words. Love, the wellspring of joy, the anchor of meaning,...