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Poem: Zarephath
Poem: Zarephath
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Zarephath A few sticks for a fire, a handful of flour, a little oil in a jug and a strange man asking to be fed: not a very promising recipe for success. A widow woman with an ailing son, a suspicious promise from a stranger and a drought that showed no sign of ending: not …
Gazing on the Gospels Year B - Proper 13 Year B
Gazing on the Gospels Year B - Proper 13 Year B
by SPCK - Judith Dimond
Proper 13 John 6: 24-35 Gaze on Jesus by the campfire burning on the beach; or in the upper room; or on the shore with the five thousand. What is that in his hands? Almost always, it is bread. Bread broken and the crumbs at his feet which the birds will swoop for as he moves away…
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