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It’s that man again, isn’t it
It’s that man again, isn’t it
by Marjorie Dobson
Dramatic monologue: It’s that man again, isn’t it. Second Sunday of Easter Acts 2: 14a, 22 – 32 It’s that man again, isn’t it. The one who used to be just Simon, but now seems to be called Simon Peter. I don’t know how he dared to stand in front of all of us and say the things h…
Thomas
Thomas
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/Dramatic Monologue: Thomas Second Sunday of Easter - John 20: 19 – 31 It must have felt like walking into a nightmare. All those sensible, down-to-earth friends of yours, ranting and raving; telling you the most bizarre stories; jumping up and down with excitement, flinging …
The Same Spirit - poem/meditation
The Same Spirit - poem/meditation
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/meditation -The same spirit Sixth Sunday of Easter John 14: 15-21 A counsellor. A comforter. An advocate. That’s what we need – all three of them. The counsellor will listen and ask questions and help us to understand ourselves, then give us wise advice, but only if we ask f…
Jacob’s wrestling
Jacob’s wrestling
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: Jacob’s wrestling Proper 13 year A Genesis 32: 22 – 31 I'd looked out on that scene before. Knew it like the back of my hand. Funny the sayings we have, I don't know the back of my hand very well, never studied it. But I knew that scene, the placing of trees, leafy in…
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…
Where are you God, when darkness shrouds each day
Where are you God, when darkness shrouds each day
by Andrew Pratt
Where are you God, when darkness shrouds each day Fifth Sunday in Lent Psalm 130; John 11: 1 – 45 Where are you God, when darkness shrouds each day, when mists obscure my path, I see no way? Where are you God amidst this urban sprawl when roaring traffic leaves a smoky pall? Wher…
Sometimes our grasp of life is frail