Br. Andrew-Thomas
@bratmgosb.bsky.social
Scottish Gael. Anglican Benedictine. Sacramental and liturgical theologian. Autistic voice. Writing the holy in the hard and the hopeful.
And now I’ve been given Andrew — the first-called, the quiet companion, and the male counterpart to Margaret, who still lives on in the spirit of faithfulness and grace within me.
This name feels like home. Deo gratias.
This name feels like home. Deo gratias.
July 18, 2025 at 3:59 PM
And now I’ve been given Andrew — the first-called, the quiet companion, and the male counterpart to Margaret, who still lives on in the spirit of faithfulness and grace within me.
This name feels like home. Deo gratias.
This name feels like home. Deo gratias.
He built a church out of contradiction: warrior and monk, exile and saint. Holiness is rarely tidy.
The Holy Spirit blows wild on the western wind. Columba didn’t tame it — he let it carry him to the edge of the world. Today, we don’t just remember a founder. We remember a fire.
The Holy Spirit blows wild on the western wind. Columba didn’t tame it — he let it carry him to the edge of the world. Today, we don’t just remember a founder. We remember a fire.
June 9, 2025 at 12:11 PM
He built a church out of contradiction: warrior and monk, exile and saint. Holiness is rarely tidy.
The Holy Spirit blows wild on the western wind. Columba didn’t tame it — he let it carry him to the edge of the world. Today, we don’t just remember a founder. We remember a fire.
The Holy Spirit blows wild on the western wind. Columba didn’t tame it — he let it carry him to the edge of the world. Today, we don’t just remember a founder. We remember a fire.
A reminder: all of us are made in the image of God — even us queer peeps, no matter what we’ve been told.
We can bring our whole selves to the table — and Christ meets us there, every time.
Happy Pride, beloveds.
We can bring our whole selves to the table — and Christ meets us there, every time.
Happy Pride, beloveds.
June 1, 2025 at 1:12 PM
A reminder: all of us are made in the image of God — even us queer peeps, no matter what we’ve been told.
We can bring our whole selves to the table — and Christ meets us there, every time.
Happy Pride, beloveds.
We can bring our whole selves to the table — and Christ meets us there, every time.
Happy Pride, beloveds.
Please say a prayer for my Granny Ross who died this morning.
May 27, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Please say a prayer for my Granny Ross who died this morning.
Too excited for words.
May 22, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Too excited for words.
A year ago today, I stood in the aisle of the church that nurtured me and then hurt me, holding my dissertation—Between Tradition and Progress—a project that cost me more than I knew I had to give.
I wrote it with shaking hands and a heart full of questions.
I wrote it with shaking hands and a heart full of questions.
May 10, 2025 at 2:34 PM
A year ago today, I stood in the aisle of the church that nurtured me and then hurt me, holding my dissertation—Between Tradition and Progress—a project that cost me more than I knew I had to give.
I wrote it with shaking hands and a heart full of questions.
I wrote it with shaking hands and a heart full of questions.
Highly recommend already. Best consumed in the London sun, with iced coffee, and a touch of defiance.
May 10, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Highly recommend already. Best consumed in the London sun, with iced coffee, and a touch of defiance.
And, in celebration of the new Holy Father. The hat. The homeland. The moral authority. It was always going to be Paddington.
May 10, 2025 at 2:33 PM
And, in celebration of the new Holy Father. The hat. The homeland. The moral authority. It was always going to be Paddington.
Day off Waterstones finds.
May 10, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Day off Waterstones finds.
Meet Footy. They’re not here to score goals—they’re here to heal hearts and judge the FA with quiet, plushy disdain.
May 2, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Meet Footy. They’re not here to score goals—they’re here to heal hearts and judge the FA with quiet, plushy disdain.
Secured the goods in the FIRST shop I tried. Not much of a hunt.
May 2, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Secured the goods in the FIRST shop I tried. Not much of a hunt.
See, I have engraved you on my hand.
The walls you are rebuilding are never out of my sight.
Isaiah 49:16
The walls you are rebuilding are never out of my sight.
Isaiah 49:16
May 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM
See, I have engraved you on my hand.
The walls you are rebuilding are never out of my sight.
Isaiah 49:16
The walls you are rebuilding are never out of my sight.
Isaiah 49:16
Sunny day off sponsored by a fresh trim and a side of bigotry yelled at me in the street✂️
April 28, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Sunny day off sponsored by a fresh trim and a side of bigotry yelled at me in the street✂️
The donkeys in London are funny looking.
April 13, 2025 at 2:48 PM
The donkeys in London are funny looking.
And so Holy Week begins.
April 12, 2025 at 6:10 PM
And so Holy Week begins.
Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, and I’m here to see it.
I get to walk into Holy Week. Last year, I didn’t know if I’d live. This year, I get to live the story.
I tell this story for one reason, to say: PLEASE — get vaccinated. The body is terrifyingly fragile. And unbelievably holy.
I get to walk into Holy Week. Last year, I didn’t know if I’d live. This year, I get to live the story.
I tell this story for one reason, to say: PLEASE — get vaccinated. The body is terrifyingly fragile. And unbelievably holy.
April 12, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, and I’m here to see it.
I get to walk into Holy Week. Last year, I didn’t know if I’d live. This year, I get to live the story.
I tell this story for one reason, to say: PLEASE — get vaccinated. The body is terrifyingly fragile. And unbelievably holy.
I get to walk into Holy Week. Last year, I didn’t know if I’d live. This year, I get to live the story.
I tell this story for one reason, to say: PLEASE — get vaccinated. The body is terrifyingly fragile. And unbelievably holy.
Last Palm Sunday I was in a hospital bed with measles and meningitis. No palms, no procession.
I missed Lent and Holy Week entirely. I got out on Easter Sunday, but I was a shell — disoriented, in pain, scared out of my mind. I barely knew who I was, let alone what day it was.
I missed Lent and Holy Week entirely. I got out on Easter Sunday, but I was a shell — disoriented, in pain, scared out of my mind. I barely knew who I was, let alone what day it was.
April 12, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Last Palm Sunday I was in a hospital bed with measles and meningitis. No palms, no procession.
I missed Lent and Holy Week entirely. I got out on Easter Sunday, but I was a shell — disoriented, in pain, scared out of my mind. I barely knew who I was, let alone what day it was.
I missed Lent and Holy Week entirely. I got out on Easter Sunday, but I was a shell — disoriented, in pain, scared out of my mind. I barely knew who I was, let alone what day it was.
A fun morning making palm leaf crosses ahead of tomorrow.
April 12, 2025 at 5:21 PM
A fun morning making palm leaf crosses ahead of tomorrow.
I’m very pleased to share that I’ll be spending the rest of the year serving as a Pastoral Assistant in St. Mary with St. Alban, Teddington.
I’ve stepped away from the Diocese of London’s MES, and I’m grateful to be able to stay in the parish community where I’ve been serving.
I’ve stepped away from the Diocese of London’s MES, and I’m grateful to be able to stay in the parish community where I’ve been serving.
April 10, 2025 at 6:07 PM
I’m very pleased to share that I’ll be spending the rest of the year serving as a Pastoral Assistant in St. Mary with St. Alban, Teddington.
I’ve stepped away from the Diocese of London’s MES, and I’m grateful to be able to stay in the parish community where I’ve been serving.
I’ve stepped away from the Diocese of London’s MES, and I’m grateful to be able to stay in the parish community where I’ve been serving.
Passion Sunday highlight: my long awaited tiny toast with cheese and jam.
April 6, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Passion Sunday highlight: my long awaited tiny toast with cheese and jam.
Brb, leaving everything behind to become a full-time cinnamon swirl artisan. This is my soft launch.
April 5, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Brb, leaving everything behind to become a full-time cinnamon swirl artisan. This is my soft launch.
The sun is out. Good for the heart, soul, and mind.
April 4, 2025 at 3:52 PM
The sun is out. Good for the heart, soul, and mind.
My favourite type of delivery.
April 2, 2025 at 12:32 PM
My favourite type of delivery.
My wee Substack community is quietly growing.
If you’d like to come along, there’s space for all—free, monthly, annual, or founding subscriptions, all with regular reflections.
sromgosb.substack.com
If you’d like to come along, there’s space for all—free, monthly, annual, or founding subscriptions, all with regular reflections.
sromgosb.substack.com
April 1, 2025 at 4:37 PM
My wee Substack community is quietly growing.
If you’d like to come along, there’s space for all—free, monthly, annual, or founding subscriptions, all with regular reflections.
sromgosb.substack.com
If you’d like to come along, there’s space for all—free, monthly, annual, or founding subscriptions, all with regular reflections.
sromgosb.substack.com
On this #TransDayOfVisibility, I’m praying for every trans person who’s ever felt unseen, or like they have to hide—that they may know they are fearfully and wonderfully made, and beloved.
March 31, 2025 at 1:45 PM
On this #TransDayOfVisibility, I’m praying for every trans person who’s ever felt unseen, or like they have to hide—that they may know they are fearfully and wonderfully made, and beloved.