Marjorie Dobson
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son If you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’d like to tell you about my son. Oh, yes! I’ve got a son! He doesn’t live round here any more, of course! Hasn’t done for years. No, my daughters look after me – and my sons-in-law - and it’s lovely to have
Poem: Taste and see
Poem: Taste and see
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Taste and see. Whatever your taste – whether it’s for a bacon sandwich, or a cream scone, or fish and chips, or rare roast beef, or a fine wine, or a strong dark coffee, or an extra-strong peppermint – the thought of the taste and the imagination of the sensation of eating,
Poem: Confusion
Poem: Confusion
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Confusion Overwhelmed by things we cannot explain and questions for which we have no answers, we struggle to make sense of anything we thought we understood. Along the way, we lose sight of truths that once formed the bedrock of our faith. Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Meditation: … but to serve
Meditation: … but to serve
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation: … but to serve In a world where service to others is either taken for granted, or considered to be reserved for those who cannot make a success of their lives, how do we reverse this attitude, as Jesus said we should? In a world where wealth brings power and celebrity
Poem: Morning light
Poem: Morning light
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Morning light Below, swirled a bank of pure white cloud. Above, the sun spilled brilliance of golden light. The balcony suspended in space, rooted to earth by the walls of the building was the only reality. The world had disappeared and the glory of the heavens shone around
Poem: Wealthy, or wise?
Poem: Wealthy, or wise?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Wealthy, or wise? A wealthy man who wanted more than all the goods he had in store: a wealthy man whose healthy food could only make his life so good: a wealthy man, obeying laws, and yet his life-style gave him cause to seek an answer, most profound, on how eternal life is
Drama: What do we learn from the Psalms?
Drama: What do we learn from the Psalms?
by Marjorie Dobson
Drama: What do we learn from the Psalms? Two people are ready to read the Bible – one at a lectern or desk, one in the pulpit, if possible. The text is written for A being a woman and B being the preacher, but could easily be adapted. However, the last line does indicate that B w
Poem: Lost
Poem: Lost
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Lost Lost – one God. Can’t find him anywhere. One direction or another, it doesn’t matter – no God. Is he hiding from me? Has he turned away and has his back to me? Am I lost, or is he? I don’t know. I want to find him. I want to talk to him. I know he will listen carefully
Poem: One continuous line of speech
Poem: One continuous line of speech
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: One continuous line of speech One continuous line of speech. First the creative Spirit bringing order from chaos. Next the prophets, thundering, condemning, or calling people to repentance. After them, the Son, embodying the image of God, challenging, changing, daring and s
Prayer: Perceptive God
Prayer: Perceptive God
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Perceptive God Perceptive God, you know our thoughts and our behaviour. You know when we are sincere and when we are deceiving ourselves. We try to do what is right. We try to live blameless lives. We believe and have confidence in you. We worship and praise you. So we tr
Poem: That shouldn’t happen to you!
Poem: That shouldn’t happen to you!
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: That shouldn’t happen to you! When the person who is supposed to love you most is the one who seems to understand your faith in God the least, do you reject the God who has held you for so long, or ignore the one who says your God doesn’t seem to care? Continues... ©Marjori
Poem: Stumbling blocks
Poem: Stumbling blocks
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Stumbling blocks Who would ever dream of tripping up a child deliberately? Unless it was another child, for mischief’s sake. Or bullying. But grown-ups know better than to do that, recognising danger and fearing injury, or harm. Unless, of course, the child becomes an inc
Reflection on Psalm 124
Reflection on Psalm 124
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection on Psalm 124 One small boy – nine years old, perhaps – stood proudly to say the psalm he’d learned by heart and proclaimed those words, ‘If it had not been the Lord who was on our side when our enemies attacked us, then we would have been swallowed alive …’ And all tho
All-age story/monologue: Esther
All-age story/monologue: Esther
by Marjorie Dobson
All-age story/monologue: Esther Esther had just had the scariest day of her life. Esther lived a long time ago and she was a queen and she was the king’s favourite. But Esther had a secret that the king didn’t know and that secret could have got her into a lot of trouble. Althoug
Poem: We were ashamed