Please consider yourself warmly welcome to the Lady Chapel of Liverpool Cathedral this Sunday, 27 July, at 6.30pm, for a reflective service on the occasion of Liverpool Pride. I’m delighted to have been invited as guest preacher, and I will be speaking on the theme ‘Coming Home.’ The service is jointly organised by the cathedral […]
In 2019, my mother died, and I chose two contrasting but complementary readings of poetry for her funeral (read by my now-also-departed friend Fr Jeff Engel). The first was Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost: Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides
Monks, friars and nuns are not seen so much on the streets these days, and you may be among those who have seen me wandering Prescot, Whiston, Speke and now, in my new post, central Liverpool and Toxteth. Elegant as my habit is, it is not first and foremost a fashion choice. It is a
Sermon preached at St Margaret of Antioch, Toxteth, 29 June 2025 The one-time incumbent of my sending parish of Prescot used to say that you could preach all the heresy you liked as long as you kept it under eight minutes. I’m advised the limit of your tolerance here is ten minutes, so I am
