St Peter.

Did you doubt Peter as you gazed at the gory crosses? Did you seek God in the moment of your terror and trial? Did you ask and find as He did that God was absent from the darkness of that pivotal day of death’s destruction? —— Was God with you on the wind whipped lake… Continue reading St Peter.

The Crucifixion

Jesus gasped for a breath,  the pain reached everywhere, the burning in is hands and feet, his skin burnt in the strong sun, the flies and ants and birds all preying on his precious blood. —— And I saw people from every nation, every creed, every age, every tribe, and they knelt before him and… Continue reading The Crucifixion

Palm Sunday

As we enter into the winter of our discontent the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the  unridden, but bidden that we are, to be broken in by the gentle touch of hands that were… Continue reading Palm Sunday

The Harrowing of Hell

Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-… Continue reading The Harrowing of Hell

The Black Messiah

They pushed the cross over and his body banged the earth, His eyes wide staring, blood dried and his mouth of love set in rictus like a scream as he gasped for one more breath, his skin the colour of mahogany, peeled and a burned by  —————– the sun which touched him, naked and humiliated… Continue reading The Black Messiah