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“And now I know that none of you among whom I have gone about preaching the kingdom will ever see me again…. They all wept as they embraced him and kissed him. What grieved them most was his statement that they would never see his face again. Then they accompanied him to the ship.” Acts 20:25, 37–38 (NIV) In Acts 20, Paul meets with the Ephesian elders on a beach at Miletus. He reminds them of the years they have shared together—the tears, the trials, the ministry, the life t

I write poetry because I believe imagination matters. Not as an escape from reality, but as a way of returning to it. ……. Walter Brueggemann describes the prophetic task as seeking “to nurture, nourish and evoke a consciousness and perception alternative to the consciousness and perception of the dominant culture around us.” That has become something of a compass for me over the years. The older I get, the more I wonder if many of our deepest problems begin in the imagination

A Man Stopped Running - 12 years on, a true story framed poetically. Al carried guilt like a sack of coal. Not a regret.Not a mistake. A sack. The sort of weight that bends a person over even when there's nothing on their back. He thought he had a demon. And maybe the evil one had thrown a few spanners in the works, whispered lies into old wounds, turned shame into something that felt alive. But I never thought it was a demon. I thought it was a man who had crossed a line som