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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
Sometimes our grasp of life is frail
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: Sometimes our grasp of life is frail Fourth Sunday after Pentecost Psalm 119: 105-112 Sometimes our grasp of life is frail, yet through it all love will prevail. We feel that every step is cursed, believing things can not get worse. In spite of all, we keep our faith, hel…
Sometimes all justice seems a joke
Sometimes all justice seems a joke
by Andrew Pratt
1 Sometimes all justice seems a joke, we see love sink and drown, as anarchy and violence rule, the poor are trodden down. 2 And all is lost, audacious grace, seems vain, a hopeless thought; until we bring to mind again what Jesus lived and taught: 3 T…
The room is ready, all prepared
The room is ready, all prepared
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: 'The room is ready, all prepared Fifth Sunday of Easter Year A John 14: 1 - 14 'The room is ready, all prepared, you have a place to go' said Jesus to his gathered friends! 'I thought that you would know'. 'We've walked together, shared and talked, we've prayed, you've seen…
Mustard seed
Mustard seed
by Sue Brown
Mustard Seed Sometimes the world looks bleak: much hatred and injustice, violence and poverty. Love is stifled; faith is quenched; hope is crushed. What use is one small act of love in such world? Faith may move mountains, but does it lift the burdens of the poor? If hope is dash…
Advent prayer
Advent prayer
by Marjorie Dobson
A prayer linking John the Baptist's message with the birth of Jesus. There is excitement in the air. This is the season of anticipation. For many, it is in the fairytale magic of Father Christmas. For us, it is because we are waiting to celebrate a birth. Continues... (First publ…
Candle Silver