By clothing His agony in the ancient language of Psalm 22, our Lord Jesus transformed what seemed a cry of abandonment into the opening movement of His glorious victory, revealing that every piercing nail was foreseen in the divine script of the Atonement and inviting us to find a shout of triumph even within our own deepest desolation.
When we provide consecrated space for celebrations of Islamic religious practice and Quranic recitations that deny Christ’s deity, we are not demonstrating love. We are obscuring the gospel, confusing our witness, and prioritising worldly approval over obedience to Scripture and our own ecclesiastical commitments.
It feels very much as we move into 2026 that the debates about parallel dimensions have finally moved out of late-night chatroom sessions straight into the boardroom (or at least over a coffee before a big meeting!) which, if we are honest, was probably not on our bingo cards. When we talk about dimensions we aren’t just talking about science fiction anymore; we’re talking about empirical reality. This shift has been driven by the sheer, staggering performance of the latest quantum processors, like Google’s Willow chip.
As the days grow short and the year turns towards its end, our thoughts and our liturgies naturally and inevitably drift towards that small Judean town whose name echoes through the centuries. We picture a stable, a star, a mother and her child. Yet within that familiar scene lies a deeper, more nourishing narrative waiting to be traced, a trail of meaning that leads from ancient grain fields to the very heart of our worship.
Ultimately, that’s the problem with power – those who seek to keep it shall lose it either by their own doing or that of a wiser/stronger person but ultimately because The Lord wills it.
Season 1, Episode 1 of FROM THE PEWS with David and Shaun
We can create grand plans and schemes, and these may well be blessed by God, but equally blessed is the hour spent in conversation with a stranger in a coffee shop, with someone who is being prompted by the Spirit to seek, such rejoicing as that one sinner repents. The soul of the one, is the mission field of the many, the single grain of wheat is a worthy and blessed harvest if our scythe is but sharpened for that solitary stem. As frustrating as that may be for our human sensibilities, the acceptance and rejoicing in the toil for the Lord, where the harvest may NOT be plentiful in our particular mission field, is still to be sought and prayed for diligently. Imagine if on that glorious day a stranger whom we do not remember talking to, whom we may not remember walking alongside, comes to us and says “I am here because you were there when I needed to hear the Gospel.”. Such joy and privilege to be a part of this plan of salvation, simply as a servant leading a single person to the Lord’s table of grace.
A Call to Humble Service and Mission As a committed Anglo-Catholic and member of the Society of Our Lady of Walsingham, I often find myself drawn to the historical and spiritual depth of the Holy Orders that shape Christian ministry. Lately, I have been prompted to reflect deeply on the Read more
In this article I explore the dual authorship of the Bible – the human pen guided by the Divine breath. The sheer volume and exacting detail of over 300 fulfilled prophecies in Jesus Christ provide undeniable proof that Scripture is not merely history, but the inspired, authoritative, and miraculously preserved Word of God.
One of the great joys of reading the Bible with the mind of the Church is spotting the threads of divine gold woven through its pages. A story that begins in a garden finds its astonishing conclusion in a city-garden, and the One who spoke the first “Let there be light” is the same Lamb who is its eternal lamp.