Oscar has had “It’s the Final Countdown” on repeat this Easter weekend. Jamming to it in the car to that unmistakable keyboard riff. At first, it was just a catchy throwback. But the more it played, the more it started to feel like something more… fitting. Because Easter Sunday? It is the final countdown. Not… Continue reading The final countdown

Saturday is the forgotten day of Easter. It sits quietly between the heartbreak of Good Friday and the glory of Resurrection Sunday. It is the in-between. The passing through, The not-yet. The silence. C.S. Lewis once wrote of Shadowlands—a term that describes a place where the light is muted, where things are not as they… Continue reading Shadowlands

Holy Thursday. Tonight churches will darken and altars will be stripped. The Last Supper, the washing of the disciples feet and the night in Gethesame remembered. The abandonment of Jesus remembered. Tonight we sit in the quiet. We sit in the tension between betrayal and forgiveness, between failure and grace. We remember that the Saviour… Continue reading The quiet

Good Friday is the day the world went dark. As Jesus hung on the cross, the sky itself bore witness to the weight of what was unfolding. Scripture tells us that from noon until three in the afternoon, darkness covered the land. It was as if creation itself mourned. For the disciples, it must have… Continue reading Hope in the darkness

There’s a word I’ve come to know more deeply over the years—lament. It’s a word we rarely use. It’s not the same as complaining. It’s not whining or despair. Lament is sacred space. It’s the act of telling the truth about pain and still, somehow, lifting it toward heaven. It’s the courage to say, “This… Continue reading Lament

Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry… Henry Hart Milman, 1827 Palm Sunday begins not with thunder or judgment, but with singing. From the dusty roads of Jerusalem to our sanctuaries today, the voices of many echo through time—shouting “Hosanna!” and laying down palm branches before the one who comes… Continue reading Ride on, ride on in majesty!

It’s that time of the year here, Autumn. It’s when I hear the sound of acorns falling from our tree. it is when our driveway and garden are strewn with hundreds of acorns. For me, this year, these falling acorns remind me of Lent. Lent is when we journey through the wilderness of our hearts,… Continue reading Fallen Acorns

Did you wake to the birds this morning? Soft sunlight filtering through the curtains? Or maybe, like me, you woke to something a little more… chaotic. They say parents of children with autism experience stress levels equivalent to combat soldiers. That might sound dramatic—until you wake to the garage door going up, the front door… Continue reading Redemption in the everyday – {Lent}

Recently Church has looked different to what we are used to. With Oscar’s sensory needs, he wasn’t coping, so at present one of us attends with the older boys and the other stays home with him. On Sunday, church for Sunday was different again. It wasn’t in a building with pews and a sermon from… Continue reading Communion of a coffee and a croissant

Sometimes, the journey of Lent toward Easter feels akin to the journey of the hobbits to Mordor—harsh, unrelenting, devoid of light. Life too can feel like this - a long road, the weight of it heavy. Like the barren lands of Mordor draining Frodo and Sam of their strength, we too can feel spent. Yet… Continue reading Your hope held me still