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

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...

'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...

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

There is a thirst— a restless, raging thirst we cannot name, a yearning without object, a hunger beyond the reach of reason, a void...