Spirituality
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Let Them Come

Children aren’t distractions—they’re divine disruptions. Let them come, wiggle, wonder, worship. Church isn’t tidy—it’s alive with grace. Continue reading
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When the Chalice Cracks

A cracked chalice symbolizes sorrow and division within the Anglican Communion, yet grace still pours through the fracture with hope. Continue reading
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Sanctuary in Rhythm

Holding Presence Through Pattern and Praise Readings: Psalm 73 | 1 Maccabees 1:20-40 | Mark 14:12-25 | RB Chapter 11 There’s something tender about Tuesday’s early hours. Not the ceremonial sweep of Sunday, nor the solemnity of Friday, but a quieter fidelity—a willingness to rise, to listen, to be held by rhythm even when the Continue reading
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Carried—Blessings for Those Who Hold and Are Held

In clinical spaces, care often moves quietly—through gestures, glances, and the steady presence of those who stay. Carried is a page of blessings and thanksgivings written for nurses, patients, chaplains, carers, and companions. It honours the unseen labour of tending, the grace of being tended to, and the sacred rhythm of mutual care. Whether offered 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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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
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Faithful in exile

Grief, grace, and quiet endurance in the margins of scripture and life Reflection on the Sunday readings. Jerusalem sits empty. The psalmist weeps by foreign waters. Timothy is urged to rekindle a gift that feels fragile. The apostles beg for more faith, and Jesus answers with a story about a servant doing what is asked, Continue reading
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Jesus Loves Me—And That Changes Everything

A reflection from an Irish Anglican autistic perspective on love, memory, and belonging “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” We sang it every week in Sunday School, small voices piping through the church hall, surrounded by crayons, juice cartons, and the gentle chaos of kindergarten faith. I don’t remember Continue reading
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Scattered. Rooted. Seen.

Autistic noticing turns a roadside walk into quiet reflection—acorns, oak, and grace revealed in the rhythm of pausing. Continue reading

