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With My WholeHeart - Psalm 9:1
With My WholeHeart - Psalm 9:1
by SPCK - James Jones
Psalm 9.1 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will speak of all thy marvellous works. A truly grateful heart is rarely seen or heard. It goes against the grain of entitlement whereby people expect their rights to be delivered. It runs counter to the tenor…
With My WholeHeart - Psalm 4:4
With My WholeHeart - Psalm 4:4
by SPCK - James Jones
Psalm 4:4 Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart, and in your chamber, and be still. I would have thought that this invitation to communion would begin with a call to commune with God. But as we try to relate to God we need also to know ourselves, or at least to h…
Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony
Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony It’s not always easy to keep on believing in God. It may be possible to say that we believe, but in our heart of hearts to know that there is doubt and uncertainty. We are rational beings, or we arrogantly proclaim we are. And in that arrogance l…
Down to the Core
Down to the Core
by Jane Bingham
A meditation on the image of an apple core and a reflection on personal faith. Down to the core I am down to the core The very last remnant Chewed within an inch of all that I am The flesh seemingly spat out by those who do not value me I am down to the core Forced to draw on the…
Simple Ways - Towards The Sacred - The Hearth
Simple Ways - Towards The Sacred - The Hearth
by SPCK - Gunilla Norris
Not many homes have an actual hearth, a place for fire to burn freely. Most of us live in apartments or houses without fireplaces. Nevertheless, every dwelling has a subjective center for fire. It is the place where we gather, the place we are warmed. It is no accident that the w…
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Medidtation: I remember that time of desolation I remember that time of desolation. It seemed all colour had drained from the garden, bright flowers looked grey to me. I felt physically heavy. This was no 'Monday morning' feeling. The depression was real, no way could I…
Over mountains, through the valleys
Over mountains, through the valleys
by Andrew Pratt
Over mountains, through the valleys let the voice of God be heard, singing, crying in a language often vivid or absurd. God translate your message for us, so that we might understand all your heights of grace and glory, as we worship hand in hand. Verses 3-4 follow Tune: CROSS OF…
Body - Chapter 6 - The "me" that is "me (part 2)"