Jealous hatred fired his brothers
Jealous hatred fired his brothers
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Jealous hatred fired his brothers Proper 14 year A Genesis 37: 1 – 4, 12 - 28 Jealous hatred fired his brothers, Joseph, Jacob's favourite son, cooking up a plot to kill him, thought the plan would soon be done. In the distance they had seen him, saw the dreamer, saw his co…
Let earth and heaven combine - A Christmas/New Year Meditation
Let earth and heaven combine - A Christmas/New Year Meditation
by Andrew Pratt
Let earth and heaven combine - A Christmas/New Year Meditation - Use these words to introduce the hymn or as part of a time of contemplation as Christmas becomes 'Christmas past' and we try to make sense of it as the year turns. Extract: Let earth and heaven combine - A Christmas…
LENT MEDITATION 4 - Come on, my partners in distress
LENT MEDITATION 4 - Come on, my partners in distress
by Andrew Pratt
LENT HYMN MEDITATION 4 - Based on the Hymn 'Come on, my partners in distress' by Charles Wesley. From the book 'Inextinguishable Blaze' also by Andrew Pratt - Click Here Extract: Sometimes life is boring. We just feel as though we are going on and on with no purpose. Day follows …
Meditation/Monologue: The New Jerusalem
Meditation/Monologue: The New Jerusalem
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation/Monologue: The New Jerusalem Was it on a wire, like some great Peter Pan on a west end stage? Or did they use computer graphics? Perhaps it was a dream or some ancient painting? It just seems surreal! 'I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven f…
Meditation: Majestic God - Psalm 97
Meditation: Majestic God - Psalm 97
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: Majestic God - Psalm 97 (97:1) The LORD is king! Let the earth rejoice; let the many coastlands be glad! (97:2) Clouds and thick darkness are all around him; righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne. (97:3) Fire goes before him, and consumes his adve…
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation I remember that time of desolation. It seemed all colour had drained from the garden, bright flowers looked grey to me. I felt physically heavy. This was no 'Monday morning' feeling. The depression was real, no way could I…
Meditation: God! We're brought up short!
Meditation: God! We're brought up short!
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: God! We're brought up short! God! We're brought up short! So many heroes we might follow: footballers, X-Factor winners, Mahatma Ghandi or Nelson Mandela; a scientist or a politician. Who should we emulate? And is it worth it anyhow? Then we hear Elisha's story: This …
Monologue/drama: Zack
Monologue/drama: Zack
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/drama: Zack I suppose you think I'm short? Thoughts like that can hurt, you know. If I was any shorter my feet wouldn't touch the ground. Which, come to think of it, is a bit academic, me stuck up in this tree like this. Yes, stuck up a tree. Why? All right, because I'm…
Meditation: God, we're stunned!
Meditation: God, we're stunned!
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: God, we're stunned! God, we're stunned! Your nature is beyond our imagination, let alone our understanding. You feed and protect us, sustain and provide for us in every situation. Continues... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 11/1/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, E…
Meditation: In a court some people's testimony is stronger than others
Meditation: In a court some people's testimony is stronger than others
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: In a court some people's testimony is stronger than others. In a court some people's testimony is stronger than others. Not that one is more true than another. It's all to do with authority. God has that in spades! What God says goes. So if we can get down to God's te…
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we?
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we?
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we? Whose bone and flesh are we? Who reigns above our lives? For forty years or four a human monarch has limited tenure, meagre power. And then what? Then who or what is God? What is our greatest concern? Only you, only I, can answer that? A…
Meditation/poem: Suffering was anathema
Meditation/poem: Suffering was anathema
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation/Poem: Suffering was anathema Suffering was anathema, no Messiah died. To grasp what is mystical requires a letting go. A letting go of all things. For the mysterious, the magical, the mystical, that we label God, is so utterly other that the disciples flew from it, bet…
Monologue: All in white shall stand around
Monologue: All in white shall stand around
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: All in white shall stand around All in white shall stand around? That's how the old carol has it, doesn't it? Sounds like a decorators' convention at best, at worst boring! Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to be irreverent, but it just doesn't make sense? I mean are …
Monologue: It's all so familiar
Monologue: It's all so familiar
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue on 1 Corinthians 13 (I use the name Andrew. It is best if the reader inserts their own name here). It's all so familiar: 'Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity', they translate that as 'love' now - makes more sense, charity has the w…
Monologue: Jesus and Herod
Monologue: Jesus and Herod
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Jesus and Herod I love me. No, don't get me wrong. I know you can see me! And I see myself in the mirror...each morning. Seeing me waking up is not a pretty sight! I'm not always proud of what I say or do. I have my regrets, oh yes. But...you knew there'd be a but, but…
Monologue: Martha and Mary
Monologue: Martha and Mary
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Martha and Mary. Ah, a woman's work. Well the place for a woman is in the kitchen isn't it? Who sweeps a room as for The Lord makes that and the action fine. Bring back the drawing room I say, where after eating our fill, thank you ladies, we might withdraw, take port,…
Monologue: Memories
Monologue: Memories
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Memories Sometimes my memory is really clear but as I get older it sometimes slips a bit. Nothing unusual there, they tell me. But when I think about it sometimes I doubt the memories themselves. Do I really remember being pushed by mum and dad in my push-chair by the …
Monologue: Jesus and the temple