He knows what we know

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, 

Matt 27:45-46

Of all the astonishing words that Jesus of Nazareth shared with with us, this short, final utterance touches me more profoundly than any other. The man who had to be “emptied out” is heard. In this moment, he declares what he feels: alone and abandoned.  Jesus recalls us to the truth of his humanity with the anguish of this plea. He reassures us that the arising of fear and doubt is a legitimate part of this earthly trial of (apparent) separation.

He knows what we know. It is hard it is to be here.

*Now go and read Psalm 22 for further consolation.

Craigie Aitchison, Crucifixion II



14 FEB 1963 – 20 FEB 2023

In recognition of Dr Mike I wanted to share what I wrote to him earlier this month – a brief expression of my deep appreciation for his life and his ministry. I am a student of his theology school and the school administration kindly passed on these words to be read to him by his family shortly before his graduation ‘to the unseen realm’. Dr Mike was a tenacious bible scholar and an excellent teacher, one of a tiny number of individuals whose influence on my walk with God has been profound.

Dr Mike,

I can think of no other biblical scholar who has managed, as you have, to reach into the hearts and minds of fringe dwellers and perennial questioners like myself – those who really want to know the truth but have found themselves dislocated from mainstream Christianity. You helped me to see the full technicolour glory of the scriptural picture, and to grasp the astonishing reality of what it means to be an ‘imager’. Your wisdom and insight are an inspiration.

God bless you.

With gratitude,


If you’d like to know more about the theology school that Dr Mike founded, please see this website:


Or you can browse his own website for a vast array of listening and reading introductions:


There is a digital memorial for him here:


And for an enjoyable introduction to Dr Mike’s insight into the supernatural view as presented throughout scripture, watch this documentary:

The Messenger

An agent of God in unusual form,
he came with intent and sailed into the storm.
He adorned those he chose with ineffable traits, 
true kindness and patience, from good into great. 

Slow movements could not veil the bright fire inside
as he gifted humility, freedom from pride. 
While his wings were concealed from most human eyes,
for those who drew near we saw through the disguise. 
- With eternal gratitude to N & love for his family

A New Year’s prayer

May God make your year a happy one! 
Not by shielding you from all sorrow and pain,
But by strengthening you to bear it as it comes;
Not by making your path easy,
But by making you sturdy to travel any path;
Not by taking hardships from you,
But by taking fear from your heart;
Not by granting you unbroken sunshine,
But by keeping your face bright, even in the shadows;
Not by making your life always pleasant,
But by showing you when people and their causes need you most,
and by making you anxious to be there to help.
God's love, peace, hope and joy to you for the year ahead.

- From the Sisters of Charity of Paul the Apostle, Birmingham, England. 

Aid and attend us

With every power for good to stay and guide me,
comforted and inspired beyond all fear,
I’ll live these days with you in thought beside me,
and pass, with you, into the coming year.

While all the powers of Good aid and attend us,
boldly we’ll face the future, be it what may.
At even, and at morn, God will befriend us,
and oh, most surely on each new year’s day

The old year still torments our hearts, unhastening:
the long days of our sorrow still endure.
Father, grant to the soul thou hast been chastening
that Thou hast promised—the healing and the cure.

Should it be ours to drain the cup of grieving
even to the dregs of pain, at thy command,
we will not falter, thankfully receiving
all that is given by thy loving hand.

But, should it be thy will once more to release us
to life’s enjoyment and its good sunshine,
that we’ve learned from sorrow shall increase us
and all our life be dedicate as thine.

To-day, let candles shed their radiant greeting:
lo, on our darkness are they not thy light,
leading us haply to our longed-for meeting?
Thou canst illumine e’en our darkest night.

When now the silence deepens for our harkening,
grant we may hear thy children’s voices raise
from all the unseen world around us darkening
their universal paean, in thy praise.

While all the powers of Good aid and attend us,
boldly we’ll face the future, be it what way.
At even, and at morn, God will befriend us,
And oh, most surely on each new year’s day!

- Dietrich Bonhoeffer, his final poem, written for new year 1945