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My father, Jacob
My father, Jacob
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem - My father, Jacob Proper 13 year A Genesis 32: 22 – 31 My father didn’t have a limp before. He said he’d wrestled with a man all night and, though he claimed he’d never given in, his injury had proved his need to fight. We’d left him at the far side of the stream. He often …
Poem: The Maker
Poem: The Maker
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Maker Whether we make a painting, a pot, or a poem; a cake, a candle or a Christmas card; a song, a sketch, or a sandwich, we look at it through our own eyes – the eyes of the maker. Sometimes we are satisfied. Sometimes disappointed. Sometimes rather proud of ourselves…
A Moment Between a Father and a Son
A Moment Between a Father and a Son
by Andy Mackay
I've been looking a lot over the the biblical account of Christmas recently, and one thing that struck me was; "In the beginning was the word" Now I know this wasn't a literal word, but what if there was a word at the beginning which summed up God,his creation, and his want for a…
Jonah Monologue
Jonah Monologue
by Mark Milliken
An account of the events in the book of Jonah told by the man himself, this was originally written for a service to highlight knowing what God wants you to do but choosing not to do it. Jonah Monologue So one day God spoke to me. So far so good. He said; “Jonah, go to the city of…
Open with God Book - Holidays
Open with God Book - Holidays
by Christine Odell
Holidays From the book ‘Open with God’ by Christine Odell. Click here to buy the Book Opening prayer suitable for meetings or worship Exodus 23:10–12 God of the Sabbath, we thank you for the freedoms of holiday time: freedom from work and routine; freedom to travel and have new…
God, who breathed life
God, who breathed life
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: God, who breathed life God, who breathed life into creation, we come to thank you for its beauty. God, who breathed life into Jesus, we come to thank you for his life and ministry. God, who breathed new life into grieving followers, we come to thank you that you did not l…
Feathers fly, the snare is breaking