Br. Andrew-Thomas

Offering Compline this night for those who opened a window just to feel the air change.

May God breathe newness into you, and grant you rest.

You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted

Offering Compline this night for those who kept one small boundary today and are still trembling from it.

May God guard that courage, and give you rest.

Blessed Feast of St. Valentine, friends.

Martyr, and patron of people with epilepsy. For those of us whose bodies seize, shake, and exhaust us, faithfulness is not abstract. It is learning to live honestly in a body that does not always cooperate.

St. Valentine, pray for us.

Reading Letters to Malcolm this afternoon.

Lewis is at his sharpest when he refuses sentimentality about prayer — honest about distraction, liturgy, habit, and doubt. It’s theology done in correspondence: precise, practical, unspectacular, and deeply serious.

Offering Compline this night for those who are realising they outgrew something they once prayed for.

May God bless what was, and guide what comes next, and grant you rest.

My heart aches for the Church that felt like a safe shore when I left Rome — and aches that, for many of us, it hasn’t been as different as we hoped.

Grateful for brave voices. Thank you, Fr. Charlie.

A few people have asked for my thoughts on General Synod and LLF.

I’ve sat with it, prayed about it, tried to find something clear to say. I don’t have much to offer. I’m just… sad.

Offering Compline this night for those who are staring at the ceiling, bargaining with sleep.

May God turn the bargaining into surrender, and give you rest.

I’m loving the range of audiobooks on Spotify. No idea if they’re new or if I’ve just been late to the party — either way, I’m very happy about it.

Offering Compline this night for those who are listening to the hum of the house and feeling everything at once.

May God steady what rises, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are ending the day without closure.

May God hold the open edges, and give you rest.

You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted.

Offering Compline this night for those who are hoping sleep will do some of the healing.

May God bless the waiting, and grant you rest.

Reading the Spiritual Writings of St. Charles de Foucauld this weekend.

It’s not about doing more for God, but remaining with God where no one is watching, and staying long enough for love to take flesh.

Offering Compline this night for those who are carrying tomorrow in their chest already.

May God ease the weight, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are setting their alarm with reluctance.

May God grant you rest that doesn’t feel borrowed.

Kind of you.

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Offering Compline this night for those who feel slightly undone by the day’s end.

May God gather what feels loose, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are running on resolve rather than energy.

May God meet you where resolve ends, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who feel emotionally wrung out, with nothing left to give.

May God receive what remains, and grant you rest.

Prayers assured.

Offering Compline this night for the new Archbishop: wisdom, humility, and courage.
For survivors: safety and justice.
For queer Christians: belonging without fear.
For women in ministry: truth not tokenism.
And for the Church: repentance, healing, and grace.

Today is the Confirmation of Election of the new Archbishop of Canterbury.

It’s hard—for survivors, for queer Christians, for those whose trust in the Church is fragile. And it’s good—the significance of a woman in this role, and what that represents.

Pray for the ABC, we must.

Offering Compline this night for those who are laying their worries down, even if only for a moment.

May God keep watch while you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who made it through the day by sheer persistence.

May God honour that effort, and give you rest.

Happy Burns Night to all who celebrate.

May your haggis be bold, your poetry dramatic, your whisky generous, and may nobody actually understand the Scots you’re quoting—and love it anyway.

Offering Compline this night for those who feel the world pressing in from every side.

May God make a little space for you to breathe, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those sheltering from conflict—in homes, hospitals, and borderlands.

May God be a wall of safety around you, and grant you rest.