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Monologue: Ruth and Obed
Monologue: Ruth and Obed
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Ruth and Obed I remember the apprehension. Wondering rather more than I ever had done before. Naomi knew that I was alone, even in the midst of her family. She also nurtured that old belief, we shared it, that life, eternal life, goes on in our children. I know you tal…
Times and Seasons - Full Service - Palm Sunday - Year A
Times and Seasons - Full Service - Palm Sunday - Year A
by Andrew Pratt and Marjorie Dobson
Palm Sunday - Year A Order of Service contains: Opening Hymn: Christ triumphant, ever reigning or ‘Jerusalem awaits me’, Prayer: Responsive prayer based on Matthew 21:1-11, Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29 Psalm 118:1–2; 19–29 Reading: Matthew 21: 1 – 11 Hymn: Ride on, ride on in majesty or …
Monologue/meditation: Lament
Monologue/meditation: Lament
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/meditation: Lament Share all or part of the reading from Lamentations. The speaker, a modern day Jeremiah, is sitting on a stool, thinking. Raising his or her head, begins to speak... The rooftops were wet, shining in light that glinted between clouds. The damp mist of …
Monologue/Meditation: Faith is the assurance of things hoped for…
Monologue/Meditation: Faith is the assurance of things hoped for…
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Meditation: Faith is the assurance of things hoped for… Time and time again they take-off, tons of metal soaring sky-ward. Statistics say they're safe. Driving a car is more dangerous. I love flight, taking off and landing? But part of that is the exhilaration, the sens…
Monologue/Meditation: Crawling round at the bottom of the barrel
Monologue/Meditation: Crawling round at the bottom of the barrel
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Meditation: Crawling round at the bottom of the barrel Crawling round at the bottom of the barrel. Hungry. And the barrel was empty. And now I have splinters in my knees. Who was it who said that from the gutter the only is up? 'Above us only sky'? My sky is clouded. Ho…
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation Tempting when we want something. What the temptation is depends, I suppose, on what we’d like to get our hands on. For Ahab a vineyard was enough to make him happy, sufficient to accept the spoils of murder. Naboth dead, Jeze…
Monologue/reflection: Who do people say that I am?’
Monologue/reflection: Who do people say that I am?’
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Reflection: Who do people say that I am?’ If I wanted to make an impact I'd get an agent, a publicity agent - big campaign, peak time adverts on the TV, sponsorship, all that money could muster. So what was Jesus about, 'Don't tell 'em, Pike!' like that character on '…
Monologue/Meditation : ‘I’m good’
Monologue/Meditation : ‘I’m good’
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Meditation : ‘I’m good’ 'How are you?' 'I'm good'. It's a common greeting these days, but call me old-fashioned, every time I hear that, I'm brought up short. We used to say, 'I'm fine' or I'm well'. But 'I'm good'? No, that doesn't work for me. Let me run that by you a…
Monologue: Tower of Babel
Monologue: Tower of Babel
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Tower of Babel It was only when I met the barrel of bricks coming down and that hod carrier shouted at me and I didn't understand him that it all began to fall out of place... But wait a minute. None of that will make sense to you. Anyway, it took place some fifty year…
The Accused
The Accused
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation/monologue/drama: The Accused Fourth Sunday after Pentecost Romans 8: 1-11 'The accused'! It felt strange standing there and hearing those words. They were talking about me. Fair enough I suppose, but we never like to hear the truth about ourselves do we? 'The accused'!…
There we were, off up a mountain again
There we were, off up a mountain again
by Andrew Pratt
Dramatic monologue: There we were, off up a mountain again Ascension Acts 1: 1-11 There we were, off up a mountain again. My legs were aching. Not as young as I used to be. Near the summit, thank goodness, but I expect he could hear me moaning. He turned and faced us. Was it imag…
Sarah: A Mother's Lament