Effing with the Ineffable: Why we shouldn’t teach the Bible to our Children

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I see you Mumma.

Laden with bags - groceries, parcels, school bags and the ever overflowing bag you carry filled with everything the kids might need, someday.

I see the never ending thoughts, the planning: what's for lunch? What's for dinner? What time...

The sun rose.
I have a gift for you, a perfume I prepared.
I know – it’s pointless, really. But I just want to give You something for all You are, or were to me.
I came to see You. But You were gone.
They had stolen You, even now.
I laid were your bo...

And we sit in the tension:
Between despair and hope
Bondage and liberation
Death and life.


The here, but not yet.
The place where you're almost sure it's finished, but you're willing to give just one more shot.
Holding out hope that maybe, maybe thi...

I cannot imagine what you endured. I cannot.
But I know darkness – darkness so thick, like a fog you cannot see through.
I know pain – debilitating, heart wrenching, gut turning, tears burning pain.
I know betrayal – to believe and trust, for that pe...

December 23, 2019

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
But it doesn't feel wonderful to me.
It feels heavy.
The expectations of distant family, where there's so much unspoken history and awkwardness.
We don't have words to fill the silence.
It hangs thick in the...