There are times when we (and I mean we, I include myself in this) use Christian terms, concepts and Scriptures as a spiritual sticking plaster on a very big wound. There are times when we over-simplify complicated issues, slap a verse on it from a topical index in our minds, and think we have solved the […]
Healing in the Evening
At even when the sun was set The sick, O Lord, around thee lay; O in what divers pains they met! O with what joy they went away! Once more ’tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; What if thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that thou art here. […]
Jesus of the Scars
This is a poem by Edward Shillito (1872-1948) which, as a recovering self-injurer, has special meaning to me: Jesus of the Scars If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow; We must have Thee, O Jesus […]

