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Dwelling in Constraint, Rising in Praise

This week’s readings speak of exile, endurance, and unexpected healing. Jeremiah writes to those displaced, urging them not to resist the place of their constraint, but to inhabit it fully: build homes, plant gardens, seek the peace of the city. It’s not a call to resignation, but to rootedness—to a kind of holy dwelling, even Continue reading
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Rooted, Called, Carried

Named in Zion: Breath, Burden, and Benediction Psalm 87 sings of belonging—not by birthright or geography alone, but by divine declaration. “This one was born there,” says the Lord, naming outsiders as insiders, strangers as citizens of Zion. For those of us whose bodies mark us as different—whose rhythms are shaped by dialysis machines or Continue reading
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Held in Pattern

Finding grace in constraint, cosmic signs, and the body’s vigil There is a rhythm to dialysis. Not unlike the rhythm of the Divine Office—structured, necessary, and at times, painfully honest. It is a rhythm that reveals what is hidden: toxins, fragility, dependence. And yet, in that exposure, there is mercy. Psalm 51 dares us to Continue reading
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Wing. Fire. Sign.

A reflection on refuge, consequence, and discernment in sacred pattern. In the hush before dawn, Psalm 57 opens like a breath held in the chest: “Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful.” The psalmist shelters in shadow, not in fear but in fidelity. There is a clarity here that speaks to the autistic soul—the Continue reading
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Stone Word Witness

Practices that steady the heart through beauty, warning, and faithful speech. I sit with these passages as someone formed by a rhythm of shared work, ordered days, and quiet liturgical practice, and also as someone whose senses and attention follow different pathways. Here the scriptures meet the landscape of island weather, the inward order of Continue reading
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Morning Mercy. Two Cats and a Quiet Question

I woke slowly this morning, not to alarms or aches, but to the gentle weight of love. Niamh, our white cat, had curled herself close to my chest—near enough to feel my heartbeat, wise enough to stay clear of the dialysis line. Her presence was soft, deliberate, like a prayer that knows where to land. Continue reading
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Quiet Giving, Steady

Shelter of Small Sacrifices These passages present a God who protects and corrects, a people invited to tell of that protection, and a Teacher who exposes spectacle and honours the wholehearted gift of the poorest. The sweep moves from communal refuge and reputation, through patient correction that aims to restore, to a quiet instance of Continue reading
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Worship. Not Warfare.

Militarised Christianity undermines democracy. True discipleship forms citizens through worship, conscience and compassion—not drills, ranks or recruitment. The Church serves best without an army. Continue reading



