Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.Where there is hatred, let me bring love.Where there is offence, let me bring pardon.Where there is discord, let me bring union.Where there is error, let me bring truth.Where there is doubt, let me bring faith.Where there is despair, let me bring hope.Where there is darkness, let me bring your light.Where there is sadness, let me bring joy.O Lord, grant that I may not so much seekto be consoled as to console,to be understood as to understand,to be loved as to love,for it is in giving that one receives,it is in self-forgetting that one finds,it is in forgiving that one is forgiven,it is in dying that one awakens to eternal life.

Whenever I find my self struggling, I always return to the beautiful words Paul wrote to the Church in Rome.

I do not have the source of this blessing, but I hope it provides you comfort and hope:

There is something deeply moving about midnight prayer: it connects the timeless with temporal, the divine with the ending of a old day and the beginning of a new one.

I had the opportunity recently, spending many hours in a local hospital emergency room, surrounded by other patients struggling with a multitude of issues - some obvious, but most not.

This is the text of a sermon I preached in July 2018 at Cliftonville Moravian Church, Belfast:

This is a short evening prayer I wrote some time ago:

This is a short reflection published in the May 2017 issue of the Cliftonville Moravian Church Newsletter:

This is the text of a sermon delivered at Cliftonville Moravian Church, North Belfast, in 2018:

I have been reflecting on Psalm 139: 13-14 lately:

The Text Of A Sermon From 2017

This is the text of a sermon I delivered in a Belfast Church in 2015. It is a bit longer than I would normally want to post, but here it is anyway!