The Lord receive my soul, and have mercy on me, and bless this kingdom with peace and charity, that there may not be this effusion of Christian blood amongst them. (Bishop Laud’s dying words) Some battles are fought on abstract grounds, Brother armed against a brother, Defending the periphery. And sometimes hearts within us burnContinue reading “Kin (For William Laud, Archbishop of Canterbury and Martyr)”
Author Archives: Matthew Pullar
I am a new creation
I am a new creation, born of blood and tears and pain, born upon a hill of bones and nurtured on a tree. I am a child of the king, born a cripple, made a prince: the beggar picking children’s crumbs and made an heir with them. I am the shining of His face forContinue reading “I am a new creation”
Look Away
There are fires that burn where you cannot see them; There are screams that sound where you cannot hear; There are hearts that shout too far from earshot; There are guns that fire into the night. There are souls that drift and drift from eyesight; There are flags which burn and hands which fight; ThereContinue reading “Look Away”
Meditation
Firm still when I least feel you Wise still when I least know you Unchanged when I am changing Constant when I am fickle The light inside my shadow The rain in my cracked soil Fulfillment of all promises My Yes and my Amen My tower when I am underground My fortress when I amContinue reading “Meditation”
Epiphany
Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. (Isaiah 60:3) We do not have a star to guide us; Our best wisdom takes us through The desert and across vast plains But may not lead us here. Persia’s camels have forgotten the way; The calculations of Magi, The machinationsContinue reading “Epiphany”
Cluden (For Eliza Marsden Hassall, Missionary)
The world has many great houses and many great families and names. There are many whose legacies spread through the world, whose wealth and repute linger after them. But Miss Hassall once bought a house near a church in Old Sydney Town where she sowed many seeds into small hearts and those seeds grew andContinue reading “Cluden (For Eliza Marsden Hassall, Missionary)”
Foolish (For Gregory of Nanzianzus and Basil of Caesarea, Bishops and Teachers)
I had wasted much time on follies and spent nearly all of my youth in vain labours, and devotion to the teachings of a wisdom that God had made foolish. Suddenly, I awoke as out of a deep sleep. I beheld the wonderful light of the Gospel truth, and I recognised the nothingness of theContinue reading “Foolish (For Gregory of Nanzianzus and Basil of Caesarea, Bishops and Teachers)”
Above All Names (The Naming and Circumcision of Jesus)
Who is this child whom angels name, whose birth they sound with trumpets loud, who lies a baby, helpless in his parents’ hands and yet is praised by elders and the heavens’ choir? His name is Jesus, and He saves His people from their sins. Who are they, His people, that they should deserve suchContinue reading “Above All Names (The Naming and Circumcision of Jesus)”
The Vocabulary of Grace: Why Literature Needs God Now More Than Ever
The lady who runs my local second-hand bookstore is always up for a chat. A few weeks ago I popped into the shop with my friend Nat when I saw that Marilynne Robinson’s first novel, Housekeeping, was available for $2. Nat has read more of Robinson’s work than I have, so when the lady inContinue reading “The Vocabulary of Grace: Why Literature Needs God Now More Than Ever”
Happy New Year from The Consolations of Writing
Thanks to all of you who have joined me along the way to share my writing this year. At the start of 2012 this site did not exist. Thanks to all of your support, since then I have been able to write some 300+ posts, poems, essays and stories, and have greatly enjoyed the journeyContinue reading “Happy New Year from The Consolations of Writing”