Reflections from and for those who, literally or metaphorically, find themselves on the last pew — for those who sense that it’s at the edges and margins where the stir of something sacred often calls our name.

Here, I reflect from that in-between space – where old forms are fading, and new life is quietly unfolding in the most unexpected ways and sometimes (if not most of the time) amongst the most unlikely.

Because in the upside-down rhythm of the gospel, where the last are first and the unseen are blessed, the last pew is often where grace begins.