Holy Week 2020 – Session 3

The third of four sessions on Luke 15:11 – 32; The Parable of the Prodigal Son. This session covers the characters of the older brother and his father, and their relationship. In this series I explore some of the aspects of this story as a mirror with which to...

Holy Week 2020 – Session 2

The second of four sessions on Luke 15:11 – 32; The Parable of the Prodigal Son. This session covers the characters of the younger brother and his father, and their relationship. In this series I explore some of the aspects of this story as a mirror with which...

Father in Heaven

One of my first original songs. It is my version of the Our Father from Luke 11. During lockdown I have begun to play with different ways to record from home. Partly to still be able to serve our own church community by putting out music from time to time, partly...

Holy Week 2020 – Session 1

The first of four sessions on Luke 15:11 – 32; The Parable of the Prodigal Son. This session is an introduction to the passage and the series. In this series I explore some of the aspects of this story as a mirror with which to see ourselves and God. Narrative...

Through death to life

Out of darkness and death Life springs and hope is renewed.   Before that though There is the damp, clinging, claustrophobic embrace Of dirt, water and dark. Light is unwelcome, And the seed dies.   The water and blood must pour Before the death can be...

February Newsletter 2020

In my teens I developed a sudden and insatiable love for the sport of basketball. I would play for hours on end, often seven days a week. I remember cycling down to school on Sunday afternoons and practicing for hours before the school week began – more often than not...

This son of mine was dead and is alive again

Son, Desperate for his autonomous self-identity, Screams, “You’re dead to me!”   The Father falters, Sagging to His knees. His heart, evading clutching fingertips, Shatters as it collides with the floor. The boy Greedily snatches up half of the...

I have come to face You

All I see is Earthquake, Wind, Fire. …I cannot hear Your voice.   Even when I think I pick up The faintest strain, Borne to my searching ears, I realise it is my mind Teasing me With the chatter of my own cries Clattering back off the mountain back at me.  ...

The Incarnation Calls

The incarnation calls! It’s voice the vulnerable cry of a newborn, Piercing our self-importance As nails pierce flesh.   The one that would hear Listens inwardly To the Bethlehem babe Born in each of us, For our salvation, And through it the worlds.   Like the...

November Newsletter 2019

There are some days when this is what the future looks like to me. A mountain top, reaching to the clouds. It looks formidable, unassailable. It is no over-statement to say that the dream Inez and I are following is way beyond the two of us. This is part of my world...