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Failure–Reflection on John 1:29-42
Failure–Reflection on John 1:29-42
by Marjorie Dobson
Failure – Reflection on John 1:29-42 If John had decided not to take on the role of Baptist, there would have been no noisy wilderness prophet to gaze at in amazement and to challenge supposedly God-fearing folk about lifestyle and commitment. Who would have baptised Jesus then a
Reflection/poem: Psalm 29
Reflection/poem: Psalm 29
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/poem: Psalm 29 Never did like thunder. Someone told me that thunderbolts could get in through open windows, so our windows were shut tight during storms. Someone else fed me horror stories about lightning setting houses on fire and the noise of thunder causing heart at
Poem: By the river
Poem: By the river
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: By the river There is something about rivers, something reflective, something that can bring tears and sorrow, something that tempts the suicidal and depressed, something immensely powerful, even in the smallest rushing stream, that provokes thoughtfulness and introspection
Poem: New things
Poem: New things
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: New things When there are far more days behind us than there can possibly be in front of us, there is a tendency to want to look back to the safety of the known and to leave the unknown future as a mystery. God’s pilgrim people have often faltered as they faced the challeng
Poem: Nothing else matters
Poem: Nothing else matters
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Nothing else matters Nothing else matters now. Who cares if you’re poor, or wealthy? Who cares if you’re a banker, or unemployed? Who cares if you own a stately mansion, or you’re homeless,? Who cares what colour you are, or what your background is? Who cares how many degre
Poem: Turning back
Poem: Turning back
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Turning back If repentance comes too late to be able to say, ‘sorry,’ then the guilt lies heavy and forgiveness appears impossible. So when realisation points to the lesson that the wrong choice was made and acted upon, it would be wise to reverse the process, turn around a
Poem/Reflection: Consolation
Poem/Reflection: Consolation
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/Reflection: Consolation We, who never met Jesus as a man; never sat at his feet to listen to his teaching; never had the chance to ask him a question; never felt his personal touch of healing; never heard one of his stories from his own lips; never witnessed his attacks on t
Poem: Even today
Poem: Even today
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Even today Even today, when so many people believe in nothing, or so they claim and others believe in crystals, ley lines and sun worship, which doesn’t seem to improve the weather one bit and others declare this life is all we’ve got, so who cares about anything except hav
Poem/Prayer: God’s children
Poem/Prayer: God’s children
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/Prayer: God’s children We are God’s children, led by the Spirit, knowing that we can come to a loving parent with total confidence that we are offered love and care. We are not slaves, held in chains by a cruel owner, but allowed to fly free, guided only by the principles an
Poem: Heavenly vision
Poem: Heavenly vision
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Heavenly vision A city of gold wrapped in a vision of light, where there is no night, nor a temple in sight, but with a river pure and crystal bright flowing between twelve trees of life planted to heal the nations’ strife. Such is one vision of heaven. Continues... ©Marjor
Poem: Signs of the times
Poem: Signs of the times
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Signs of the times Couldn’t they see the signs? Why didn’t they understand the disruption that Jesus had brought, would bring? This good news was bound to set the world on fire; bound to cause division amongst families; bound to turn the world on its head. Continues... ©Mar
Poem: Too busy?
Poem: Too busy?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Too busy? Busy-ness denotes duty and duty demands dedication and dedication inspires devotion: but busy-ness can also hide emptiness, mask loneliness, produce resentment, lead to self-imposed martyrdom and miss those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities to listen and learn. Con
Poem: Troubled times