The science is clear. We are living in a warming world due to fossil fuel emissions. The world’s most vulnerable are already suffering...

Inde ventūrus est iūdicāre vivos et mortuos (From there he will come to judge the living and the dead) It is well past midnight. The house sleeps; I do not. The story I heard earlier still clings to me— a quiet cruelty carried out by cruel hands. I don’t repeat the details, but they sit heavy in the room, like a shadow that refuses to lift. I make tea I do not want, pace the kitchen floor, open the window to cold air— but nothing settles. The night feels bruised. I sit in the

He leaves the mission hall at Byker at 6pm. Tough one tonight. Found out Jamie had died. Only six months ago he was baptised, got clean, got saved, relapsed— tragic. Geordie wind slicing sideways— sharp as truth. He tells himself he’ll be home soon: Metro, short walk, ready meal, half a bottle of red, Netflix, bed. A simple plan. Aye, well. Newcastle has other ideas. He is knackered— happens every year— still weeks to go. He used to love Advent— moody hope, no hopium, no Disn

Across the UK, 14 million people struggle to make ends meet. In Hull, almost half of all children grow up in poverty. East of Eden: Advent in Hull He stands at the front of the church, East of Eden, paint peeling in tired curls, damp spreading like a wound no one can afford to fix. The brass eagle under dust looks out over the flock. The churchwarden nods— baptised here, married here, and one day carried out through that same door. Humber wind barges in, raw with iron, salt,