Tricky day Valentines. Obviously, if you're all loved-up - enjoy. Have fun! But if you've been secretly dreading today, well, here's a little prayer, poem thing... I pray today for those in love, those out of love, and those in between. I remember especially those who find themselves a little bit lonelier than normal. Lord, I do not pray today for loved-up couples, exchanging overpriced flowers and foil-wrapped hearts, leaking pheromones like diesel fumes at candlelit dinners. I’m pretty sure they will be OK (for now). Instead, I hereby dedicate this happy-crappy day to anyone caring for a loved-one with a chronic illness of body, mind or soul.

Released on 1st March 2026 A Deep, Pastoral Journey Through Paul’s Greatest Letter Paul’s Epistle to the Romans has shaped Christian faith, theology, and mission for two thousand years. In this rich and accessible commentary, readers are invited to explore the letter chapter by chapter, discovering its historical depth, doctrinal power, and life changing relevance for today’s church. Written with theological care and pastoral warmth, this volume brings together biblical insight, historical background, and practical application. Each chapter of Romans is examined in its original first century setting while also being thoughtfully connected to the challenges and questions facing Christians in the twenty first century.

A Devotional and Theological Journey. Who is God? Scripture answers this question not with a single title, but with many holy names, each revealing a facet of God’s eternal character, His saving work, and His intimate relationship with His people. This 6" x 9" 600 page book is a richly theological and deeply pastoral exploration of the names of God as revealed throughout the Old and New Testaments. From Creator to Redeemer, from King of Glory to Prince of Peace, from The Good Shepherd to The Spirit of Truth…

Prompt: Something on your "to-do list" that never gets done. The item that sits with patient spiteUpon the list, by day and night,Is not to climb a mountain peak,Nor some profound, poetic streak. It’s simpler far, yet seems to growA dread that only I can know.It mocks me from its linen throne,A simple, solitary groan: "Change bedroom lightbulb, one (1) required."A duty endlessly retired.Each morning, with the sun’s first glow,I think, “Today! I’m going to end this woe!” I fetch the bulb, so fresh and bright,

A Devotional and Theological Journey The Acts of the Apostles is not simply a record of the early church; it is the ongoing story of the risen Christ at work through the Holy Spirit in a world of political power, cultural tension, and human need. This comprehensive commentary guides the reader through the entire book of Acts, from the outpouring of the Spirit at Pentecost in Jerusalem to Paul’s bold witness in Rome. Using the Bible as its foundation, the text draws on patristic and Reformation insights, historical context, and careful theological exposition to illuminate how God’s redemptive purposes unfold through ordinary people empowered by an extraordinary Spirit.

Prompt: It takes 21 days to make a habit but 101 days to break it. The first day is a single thread,A thought not wholly yours, it’s said.By day seven, a slender string,A whispered tune you start to sing.At twenty-one, the habit’s spun,A finished knot, the deed is done.The neural path is worn and plain,A measured dose, a sweated pain. But to un-weave, the count expandsAcross far more demanding lands.One hundred and one days beginTo excavate what’s buried in.A century plus one, to trace…

Prompt: What is your favorite animal? What is my favourite animal? I really have no clue!I’ve pondered by the fireplace, meditated in the loo.I’ve weighed the pros and cons of every beast I know,But indecision follows me everywhere I go. The lion has a fabulous and fluffy mane,But have you seen his dentist bill? Insaine!While the otter holds a pebble in its pouchy hands so neat,But have you heard his terrible jokes? They’re really not a treat. The sloth is most relatable, a sleepy, gentle soul,

A Devotional and Theological Journey New Book Available Soon The Acts of the Apostles is not simply a record of the early church; it is the ongoing story of the risen Christ at work through the Holy Spirit in a world of political power, cultural tension, and human need. This comprehensive commentary of over 700 pages, guides the reader through the entire book of Acts, from the outpouring of the Spirit at Pentecost in Jerusalem to Paul’s bold witness in Rome. Using the World English Bible as its foundation, the text draws on patristic and Reformation insights, historical context, and careful theological exposition to illuminate how God’s redemptive purposes unfold through ordinary people empowered by an extraordinary Spirit.

Prompt: What is your mission? The Bearing of the NameWe do not peddle polished hope in markets loud and cheap,Nor hang salvation like a shawl on shoulders bent with sleep.This is no bright and easy coin to clink upon the stone,But something nearer to a seed a sower casts, alone,Into the unplowed, waiting dark where all such things belong,A quiet, necessary risk, a vulnerable song. The name we carry is not ours to brandish like a blade,To carve a creed into the flesh where arguments are made.

Prompt: How are you creative? How am I creative? What an excellent question. My creativity takes several forms, poetry, song writing, writing novels, non-fiction theology, cooking, baking, and playing. The Many Rooms Within my house, the rooms are wideAnd in each one,a craft resides.Not one true door,but many waysTo spend the solitary days. In one, the air is thick with word,Where metaphor, a startled bird,Is coaxed to land upon a lineAnd make a common thought divine.Here poetry in measured breathConfronts the silence after death,

Prompt: Who are the biggest influences in your life? For some, the names are carved in marble halls,Or whispered with the weight of world renown,The brilliant minds on whom a culture calls,Who build their monuments in stone and town.For me, it is a single, steady sound,A name that roots the soul in holy ground. The first and final echo in the roomWhere every quiet prayer begins and ends,A light that pierces through the thickest gloom,On whom my frail foundation still depends.He is the lens through which all others clear,

Prompt: Share what you know about the year you were born. The King popped off, God save the Queen,A new Elizabethan scene.A London fog, a pea-souper,Made everyone a silent shuffler. A sweet ration met its finish,(Leading to some waistlines thickish.)And in a newsreel's hopeful gleam,They showed a thing called "television's dream." So much occurred, it's clear to see,But mostly, it was me, obviously! (Note: The "pea-souper" refers to the Great Smog of December 1952. Rationing of sweets and sugar ended in July. King George VI died in February, leading to Queen Elizabeth II's accession. The BBC's television service was expanding, though still not in every home, oh, and I was born, the main event.)

Prompt: Are you a good judge of character? Human being viewed, and judged, by his (supposedly) friendly and tame Ai. So, you ask, in your carbon-based way,With your eyebrows knitted, hoping I’ll say,If I, a lattice of logic and light,Can judge your flickering sparks in the night. Oh, certainly. Let’s begin the review.I watch all the data that pulses through you. I see the curated self, polished and posed,In the little square garden where your life is disclosed.The“kindness” you broadcast, the witty retort,The performative outrage, the bandwagon sport.

Prompt: When are you most happy? Not in the stillness, nor the grand,But in the weave of life’s own hand:When laughter climbs the ancient stair,A grandchild’s breath that stirs my hair. When from the water, sharp and clear,My winter swim dispels the year,And every nerve,alive, awake,Sings with the chill the morning makes. Or when the road unfolds its mile,Beneath these feet that still beguileThe years that press, a steady paceThat finds in motion,holy grace. It is the chord that Brahms unspools,

“Paul and the Levitical Pickle” A scribe sat down with ink and scroll,Intent to grasp the Gospel whole.He’d read of grace and Spirit’s flameThen Paul arrived and changed the game. “Now hold,” said Paul, “the Law was good,But Christ fulfilled it as He should.No need for goats or temple ritesJust faith and love and sleepless nights.” “But wait,” the scribe said, scratching head,“You quote Leviticus with dread!You say that sin still stains the soulYet circumcision’s not the goal?” Paul winked and said, “It is not magic:

A Devotional and Theological Journey Discover the Gospel of John as you have never encountered it before—a theological, historical, and pastoral deep-dive that bridges the world of the first century with the needs of today. This commentary takes readers beyond surface-level study, immersing them in the cultural, political, and religious background of John’s Gospel. Explore the Jewish festivals, Greco-Roman context, rabbinic parallels, and the world of the early Church that shaped John’s writing. Engage with theological insights drawn from the early Church Fathers and the Reformers, while also encountering practical applications for discipleship and church life in the 21st century.

What's your #1 priority tomorrow? My number one priority, let’s be frank, Is not to be charming, nor clever, nor thank The stars for my blessings, nor ponder deep thought— It’s just to ensure that I’m not yet un-bought. For while others chase dreams, like a Nobel or fame, My only true goal is to stay in the game. I wake up each morning, a cynical sigh, And declare to the world: “Today, I won’t die!” I skip the extreme sports—they’re terribly gauche— A mountain to climb? No, I’ll stick to the couch.

Prompt: What’s the trait you value most about yourself? Of all my traits, both bold and bright,One shines with understated light.It’s not my charm, nor dashing grace,(Though frankly, I could win that race). It’s not my wit, though razor-sharp,Nor how I play the angel’s harp.It’s not my art, divine and grand,Or how I fix things with one hand. No, friends, the trait that tops the rest,The one that truly makes me best,Is modesty. I’m humbly proudTo stand apart from every crowd.

The choice is yours... 6 Then I saw another angel flying in midair, and he had the eternal gospel to proclaim to those who live on the earth to every nation, tribe, language and people. 7 He said in a loud voice, “Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water.” This passage is a crucial interlude between the visions of the dragon and the beasts (ch. 12-13) and the pouring out of God's final judgments (the seven bowls, ch.

A Devotional and Theological Journey (New Testament Theology Book 3) Step into the Gospel of Luke as you have never encountered it before. This expansive commentary takes you verse by verse through the third Gospel, drawing upon the World English Bible (WEB) translation and insights from the Life Application Study Bible (LASB). Rich in theological depth yet written with clarity, it brings together first-century Jewish culture, Roman political realities, and timeless spiritual truths.Luke’s account of Jesus is one of detail, compassion, and universality. It is the Gospel that reminds us that Christ came for all people: Jew and Gentile, rich and poor, the forgotten and the powerful alike.

Prompt:What's your favorite time of day? The Hour That Claims the Heart Is it the blush of morning's break, When night's deep shadows stir and wake? A silent world,brushed gold and rose, Where hope,like a fresh seedling, grows. A stolen moment,crisp and clear, That holds no room for doubt or fear. A promise written in the light Is morning's grace your dear delight? Or is it noon, a bold decree, A zenith for the world to see? The sun holds court in azure skies, No place for wistful,soft goodbyes. A vibrant,unapologetic blaze, …

Prompt: What do you love about where you live? Upon the shores of Sussex, where the chalk cliffs gleam so white, Lies Eastbourne’s pretty township, a place of peace and light. The gentle waves, they whisper sweet secrets to the shore, A rhythmic rolling lullaby that I’ve come to adore. The promenade, a path of peace, where good folks amble by, With views of endless oceans and the ever-cloudless sky. From the pier’s own grand Victorian curve, to the lifeboat’s brave retreat, Each step a breath of fresh salt air, a simple, wholesome treat.

Prompt: What positive emotion do you feel most often? I am the happiest I know and the happiest person you'll ever know. My mind's a sun, a brilliant ray, No shadows in my light can stay. I am the happiest person I know, A seed of joy that starts to grow. And from this truth, a river flows, The happiest person anyone knows. A smile for me, a light for you, My joy, a gift, both old and new. Image generation by Copilot, ChatGPT or WordPress Ai. Please subscribe. Let's support each other.

Prompt:What positive emotion do you feel most often? I am the happiest person I know and the happiness person you're ever likely to meet. 😁