Human launches 1 February.

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“In this, his first, book Matthew explores with startling freshness and provocative metaphors the inner landscape of our deepest longings”
Trevor Hudson

“Human awakens the soul to the notion that we are as alive in the valley as we are on the mountaintop, and everywhere else in between”

Langa Mbonambi

“In this book, Matthew offers courageous authenticity and vulnerability. With wonder and curiosity he opens the living letter of his heart and invites us to find ourselves in his story”.

Jill Weber

“Matthews’ writing is raw, real and charming. His poetic style explores the deeper questions of life in a way that provokes the imagination and captures your attention”

Madz Deyzel

What does it mean to be Human?

It’s an essential question that we seldom stop to consider in our fast-paced age of life hacks and filters. If headlines are anything to go by we seem to be suffering from a kind of species-wide amnesia as to the reason for our being.

We’re restless.

Reaching for superficial satisfaction to plug the leaking holes in our existential buckets. It’s a strategy that’s bound to fail. The ache we’re trying to soothe, that burning in our bones, is crying out for substance, not selfies.

It is the symptom of our deepest longings for the eternity from which we were made. Longings for Goodness, Beauty and Truth that, if we give them our attention, can lead us home.

In this, his first book, Matthew helps us do just that. Through poems, short stories, devotional reflections and imagery provided by the talented Tenille Douglas, Human invites us to attend to our deepest longings and there to meet with Jesus.

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“I can only answer the question ‘What am I to do?’ if I can answer the prior question
‘Of what story or stories do I find myself a part?’”
Alasdair MacIntyre

“Whoever tells the best story shapes the culture.”
Erwin McManus

Hi, I’m Matthew

For as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated by stories. From scaling mountainous peaks on the green grass of my back garden to orchestrating rescue missions with my action figures before dinner, my childhood was stock-piled with stories that woke the wonder in me.

And then I grew up.

The passing years didn’t steal the stories of my youth as much as they replaced them. Loss by loss and failure by failure, time slowly wore me down until I settled into a story with ceilings as low as the expectations I had for my living. You might know the kind I mean. Those stories that suffocate faith by calling it naive and roll their jaded eyes at the mention of a dream. Perhaps you’re wading through one as you read this.

That’s why I’m grateful for Jesus.

He found me in my searching and pulled me from the deep. As I sat there, overwhelmed by the bright light of new dawn, He leaned low to whisper.

“Let me tell you a story”.

He spoke. I listened. Nothing stayed the same. At first, His words were gentle, like a calm breeze beckoning chaos waters to order. Then, as each phrase fell into my soul, His Truth began the unravelling. The old house of my being began shaking in the newness of hope. Eruptions rattled the rafters with each unleashed promise until the roof caved in to unveil the heavens it had been trying to hide. I stood there in silence trying to capture every grain of gleaming glory in the star-filled sky. That’s when I heard Him again. This time He was singing, and all creation with Him.

“Remember, remember, remember”.

I did remember. I remembered the ground of my first forming, the breath that called me to life and the God-man of The Garden who baptized my imagination in revelation’s waves to wake me from the grave. Just as they did in the beginning, His words built new worlds in me (They’re still doing that today) and it is my great joy to share that gift by every means imaginable with anyone who is willing to listen. It’s a small seed in an age of great exploits but a wise man assured me that such is the stuff of His kingdom.

I’m here to tell The story.