Complimenting Common Worship: sparking spiritual conversations

‘Show me an image of the invisible God.’*

Living Promise

Living Promise

“For as in Adam… so in Christ…”

'punishment that brought our peace'

‘punishment that brought our peace’

'punishment that brought our peace'

'Via Dolorosa' (Melbourne)

‘Via Dolorosa’ (Melbourne)



Seasons Turn

Seasons Turn

Seasons Turn (detail)Seasons Turn

Resurrection Stories

Resurrection Stories


Silent Contentment


Contentment lies not Nor lies silenced  Crushed in compact circumstance— Rough refuse round But feathering her prickly nest In broody mood Lays Silent Emptying  To birth a fulsome joy
Silent Contentment
Contentment lies not
Nor lies silenced
Crushed in compact circumstance—
Rough refuse round
But feathering her prickly nest
In broody mood
To birth a fulsome joy

Truth be not linear

See the apostle John, attentive and confused, leaning into Jesus as they share a final meal. Watch him, overcome and apprehensive, eavesdropping on Jesus’ final claim, ‘I am a king—born to give testimony to Truth.’ Inspired to serve this King and spread the Truth, he pens his account of Good News, ‘… [so] that you may believe.’ …but he ‘tells it slant’:


Truth be not linear. Systems be disturbed. Word be becoming; But ‘becoming’ be not the Word.

Infinite be finite. Father equal son. Follower be founder. The found be lost in one.

Voice bear witness. Blatant draw a blank. Darkness masquerade as light. Truth-professed breed hate.

Pious be repugnant. Prince become waif. Healthy be the needy. Needy be the safe.

Signage be bewildering. Faith be bestowed. ‘They willed…but they couldn’t.’ Light be blinding and behold.

Sustenance be not food; Obedience be soul. Thirsty spill water. Outcasts be in the fold.

Fringe be en-framed; Fragile become famed. Down-sized be up-turned. Long-expected be strange.

Magnetic be repellent. Clairvoyant be misconstrued. Monarch straddle meekness. Mastery be servitude.

Minus one equal infinity. Father surrender son. Beloved be abandoned. Abandoned be three-in-one.

Masonry be blood and bone. Lamb be deity. Honour be other-worldly. Faith be surety.

Believing become seeing. Inanimate re-generate. Death be lithe and life. Oblique be testament.

*Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise  As Lightning to the Children eased  With explanation kind  The Truth must dazzle gradually  Or every man be blind —Emily Dickenson

I am a king—born to give testimony to Truth.’ John 18:37  ‘This is written that you may believe…’  John 20:31


(Oils on mirrors)

Mercury pools of flickering reflections mercury pools; flickering reflections
like oil spills on narrow pavementnavigating shifty shallows
huddle in puddles heaven-sent

ornate obstacles; mysterious mirrors
like tricksters capture runaway displays
of puddle-jumpers on THE WAY

carefree youth playful stoppuddle-jumpers
to float their sticks and paper boats
in sapphire lakes and palace moats

then hopping, skipping, stretching, risking
they grow to navigate the shifty shallows
the WHAT, the WHERE, their shades and shadows

it’s time the jumpers meet their match
when blinding glare the truth belies
a hint there’s more than meets the eye

ripple pool

now skidding, tripping, slipping, stopping
rainbow raindrop ripple pool
draws them in to face the WHO

mercifully the honest mirror
framed in ruts and muddy muddles
bares Christ in the trenches; Christ in the puddles

so jumpers dare to land in spaces
daunting places, where willing-he
pioneered path of grief to glory

peering faces (detail)peering facesmercury pools; flickering reflections
like oil spills on narrow pavement
huddle in puddles heaven-sent

where peering faces in dancing traces
of silver slip and glory spliced
display the blurry image of Jesus Christ


Self portraiture


Ground and mechanism merge to tell mirrored self-stories…though truthfully, ‘Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand…your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it’s all giving you away.’ Chuck PalahniukThe Thinker

Living Promise

Living Promise

Living Promise

your land
your seed
your future
favour fully-grace
for you are mine

favoured families
flawed from bud to flower
picked for pleasure
and savored for faith
I am yours
seek my face

generations do
they don’t
they will
they won’t…won’t…won’t

flawless one and full of grace
the favourite one
my favoured son
the promised one
drinks death
…to life

re-generates those grace-fully crafted
to be grafted
into the promise
of forever-blessed

Living Promise (Detail)