Marjorie Dobson
Poem: From Heaven …?
Poem: From Heaven …?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: From Heaven …? Typical dispute. Focussed on the specific. Missing the main point altogether. The debate was not about the symbolism of living bread – spiritual food for ever – but on the claim that Jesus came down from heaven. Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: God, who understands us
Prayer: God, who understands us
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: God, who understands us God, who understands us as we are, please forgive the foolishness of our behaviour and the wilfulness of our ways. We excuse ourselves by saying we are only human – and we are – but just as our children learn many of their behaviour patterns from u…
Poem: Reflection on Psalm 130
Poem: Reflection on Psalm 130
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Reflection on Psalm 130 When there’s nowhere else to go: when I’ve run out of options; when the darkness closes in; when despair grips my soul; when I fear that I’ve gone wrong and the consequences must be faced; when wisdom has flown out of the window and foolishness has r…
Poem: Regret
Poem: Regret
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Regret A child who becomes an enemy is still a child. And only the most hard-hearted of parents would not feel some measure of regret and sorrow when the death of that child is reported. The ties of love, even though shredded by conflict and anger, leave threads of emotion …
Poem: Bread
Poem: Bread
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Bread They’d eaten bread in the desert, just like their ancestors. It had provided food for them in their need, as it had done so many years before. So is that all they wanted? Not entirely. No. History repeated itself. Bread and fishes were not enough to satisfy them., jus…
Reflection: One body
Reflection: One body
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection: One body Don’t know much about cars – not being a driver. Don’t know much about engines – not being a mechanic. Don’t know how to fill up a petrol tank - not owning a vehicle. Don’t know about tyre treads, or changing wheels – never having dealt with them. Only know a…
Poem/Reflection: Righteous anger
Poem/Reflection: Righteous anger
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/Reflection: Righteous anger It’s easy to explode with indignant anger when it appears that someone else is in the wrong. How could they possibly do that? It’s totally evil. They ought to be locked up. It’s disgraceful! I wish I could get my hands on them. I’d soon show them …
Reflection/meditation: Two miracles
Reflection/meditation: Two miracles
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/meditation: Two miracles Is this a contradiction to the temptations? Or is it a confirmation of power for the sake of his disciples? Why would Jesus, having rejected the miraculous turning of stones into bread, now prove just what he could do by feeding five thousand p…
Meditation: Blame culture
Meditation: Blame culture
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation: Blame culture Was she the one who planned it? Beautiful Bathsheba, bathing in knowing nakedness within full sight of prying palace eyes, placing herself where she would catch the curiosity of the king? Did she bind her hair with jewels, pour perfumed oil on new-wash…
Prayer: Respite
Prayer: Respite
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Respite Wherever Jesus went the crowds followed him. Even when he tried to escape for peace and rest, they were there waiting for him, needing him, looking for comfort and healing. So we pray today for all those who are caught in that same trap. We pray for those who are …
Poem/reflection: Still learning?
Poem/reflection: Still learning?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/reflection: Still learning? During his lifetime and throughout his ministry, Jesus met and spoke to and helped and healed people of different nationalities, beliefs and practices. He greeted Samaritans, Greeks, Romans, rebels, Jews and all Gentiles and dealt with them withou…
Poem: David’s line
Poem: David’s line
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: David’s line When David tried to make a house for God – a permanent fixture – a settled resting place – God turned the tables on him, promised him a home and land, safe from his enemies for future generations. For God had always wandered with the people; followed and led th…
Monologue: Not your job, mate!
Monologue: Not your job, mate!
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue: Not your job, mate! It hurts to feel rejected, especially when you’re only trying to do your best. You have a good idea. It seems to be the right thing to do. It’s certainly possible to do it and you feel you’re the right one for the job. And then – crash! You’re told,…
Poem: Dance of death
Poem: Dance of death
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Dance of death A swish of silken skirt and swaying body; bright unbound hair and darkened dazzling eyes; bejewelled dress revealing, then concealing; devices all designed to mesmerize. The music slowed, the dance grew yet more sensual, the guests were captivated by the sigh…
In Christ we have an inheritance
In Christ we have an inheritance
by Marjorie Dobson
All-age, children’s section: In Christ we have an inheritance Beg, borrow, or use a Russian doll – those rounded wooden shaped ones that look like one doll, but have several decreasing sizes of similar dolls inside. The one I used had five, the smallest being about 1½/2 inches hi…
Poem: Older and wiser