Andrew Pratt
What peace is there for tarnished lives
What peace is there for tarnished lives
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: What peace is there for tarnished lives Second Sunday of Easter - John 20: 19 – 31 What peace is there for tarnished lives, when love is challenged, hate survives? Remember in that Upper Room, Christ came and offered peace. What peace for Peter who denied his friend who hun…
Once born as the Christ-child, and living among us
Once born as the Christ-child, and living among us
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: Once born as the Christ-child, and living among us Third Sunday of Easter 1 Peter 17 - 23 Once born as the Christ-child, and living among us, at one with humanity, sharing our pain. betrayed in self-giving, poured out for our living, in thought word and action, God making l…
O God you give us all we need
O God you give us all we need
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: O God you give us all we need Second Sunday of Easter Psalm 16; John 20: 19 – 31 O God you give us all we need, our future is within your grace, though death has spun our lives around you bring us hope, you show your face. You are our refuge, shelter, strength, the ground o…
His hands were remembered in breaking of bread
His hands were remembered in breaking of bread
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: His hands were remembered in breaking of bread Third Sunday of Easter Luke 24. 13-35 His hands were remembered in breaking of bread, in wine that they drank and in words that he said; their eyes were now opened, for this was their friend, the true resurrection of love witho…
A toast to God, I lift my cup
A toast to God, I lift my cup
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: A toast to God, I lift my cup ! Third Sunday of Easter Psalm 116: 1- 4; 12 – 19. A toast to God, I lift my cup! a God who senses, God who feels, who reached with care to rescue me when hell was hard upon my heels. When life was twisted all about, the world was spinning upsi…
Where bodies hang in bloody torment
Where bodies hang in bloody torment
by Andrew Pratt
Where bodies hang in bloody torment, as once prefigured by the cross, we see again in coarse oppression, such human hate and human loss. The nails once hammered through Christ’s body, are now replaced with guns or wire, sophisticated ways of torture, yet no less sharp the fear th…
What waste of Godly grace and love
What waste of Godly grace and love
by Andrew Pratt
'What waste of Godly grace and love, this perfume cast away, what waste of money, see the poor before us everyday'. But Judas, driven by his greed, was filling up his purse; and through inherent selfishness perhaps our ways are worse. Verses 3-4 follow TUNE: ST BERNARD Andrew P…
The table's set, the room prepared
The table's set, the room prepared
by Andrew Pratt
The table's set, the room prepared, come close and gather round, for Jesus bids, 'remember me' and here God's grace is found. If Philip who would count the cost, when thousands sat for bread, could find a supper place with Christ, then we, too, can be fed. Verses 3-6 follow TUNE:…
The buried grain, the hidden seed
The buried grain, the hidden seed
by Andrew Pratt
The buried grain, the hidden seed, that's deep within the earth, though dead to sight, and out of mind, will spring again to birth. And we will stand to lose our lives, the wine skins will be torn: to be a Christian has a cost, through death we are re-born. Verses 3-4 follow TUNE…
Such blasphemous extravagance
Such blasphemous extravagance
by Andrew Pratt
Such blasphemous extravagance as limb is torn from limb; expense is unaccountable, is this the final sin? There is no god, yet pain is god, and God is very real, amid the carnage and the fear, the hatred that we feel And did God look through human eyes and touch with human hand…
Shattered people round a table