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Reflection: Royalty
Reflection: Royalty
by Marjorie Dobson
Psalm 99 Reflection: Royalty In our so-called civilised world, evil leaders rule with cruelty, violence and a total disregard for the welfare of their people. Other, manipulative people prefer to be the power behind their leader’s throne and use cunning, political scheming, bribe…
Poem: Choosing gifts with care
Poem: Choosing gifts with care
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Choosing gifts with care Choosing gifts with care for someone who is loved means taking into account character, abilities, interests and talents. Buying an exercise bike for a frail elderly aunt might not be a good idea. Treating a three-year-old child to a gourmet dinner a…
Poem: Speaking out
Poem: Speaking out
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Speaking out If a long-ago prophet could not keep silent about the virtues of a city, so righteous in his day, but torn by strife in our time; how is it that we, who know the extent of the love of God, as shown in the life and death of Jesus, Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/Poem: Job
Reflection/Poem: Job
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/Poem: Job It’s bad enough when so-called friends pose difficult-to-answer questions, but when God begins to ask them of us, what possible answer can we give? So Job, having faced the onslaught of his not-so-comforting comforters, now faces God, who has a whole string o…
Poem-On that day
Poem-On that day
by Marjorie Dobson
On that day, between death and the dawn of new hope, there was despair and dread from those who had heard his predictions, but discarded them as doom-laden prophecies not to be fulfilled in their time. On that day, between victory and defeat, there was triumph and rejoicing from …
Poem: This is my child
Poem: This is my child
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: This is my child This is my child – and yet he is not mine. He is a special boy and though I fathered him I will not claim him as my own for he belongs to God. The miracle that brought him here was a promise fulfilled, but not to me alone, or to my wife. We are his parents …
Poem: Dance of death
Poem: Dance of death
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Dance of death A swish of silken skirt and swaying body; bright unbound hair and darkened dazzling eyes; bejewelled dress revealing, then concealing; devices all designed to mesmerize. The music slowed, the dance grew yet more sensual, the guests were captivated by the sigh…
Meditation/Poem: It isn’t always easy
Meditation/Poem: It isn’t always easy
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation/Poem: It isn’t always easy It isn’t always easy to wait quietly and patiently for God to work and to bring hope back into our lives. We are impatient by nature. We want to get things done quickly and resolve problems as soon as possible. We say, let trouble take its co…
Poem/reflection: What happened to wisdom?
Poem/reflection: What happened to wisdom?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/reflection: What happened to wisdom? Whatever happened to the idea of the wisdom of age? Why is it that when I shop, or sit on a train, or walk through the town, I am treated as invisible by anyone under the age of thirty? Even in church I can be considered as irrelevant, si…
Poem: Regret
Poem: Regret
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Regret A child who becomes an enemy is still a child. And only the most hard-hearted of parents would not feel some measure of regret and sorrow when the death of that child is reported. The ties of love, even though shredded by conflict and anger, leave threads of emotion …
Poem: God speaks
Poem: God speaks
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: God speaks How wonderful to hear the call from God to give your all-in-all. To hear, within some sacred space, that God has given you a place that only you alone can fill, as long as you obey God’s will. You wait to answer, to agree, ‘Yes, I am ready, Lord. Send me.’ But th…
Reflection/poem: Crazy man
Reflection/poem: Crazy man
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/poem: Crazy man Couldn’t find time or space to eat, but he didn’t seem to care. People thought he was crazy, but that didn’t seem to bother him at all. Religious people said he was the devil incarnate, but he knew that wasn’t true. So what did Jesus do? What he did bes…
Poem: Significance
Poem: Significance
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Significance They were waiting: waiting for a sign: waiting for the One Who Would Come: waiting for the Messiah: waiting for John to declare himself. They were full of questions: full of suspense: full of anticipation: full of wondering: full of hope. Continues... ©Marjorie…
Poem/meditation: Offering sacrifice
Poem/meditation: Offering sacrifice
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/meditation: Offering sacrifice We do not offer sacrificial animals on a stone altar. We look on such things as being primitive and of historical interest only. We do not spill blood in order to appease our God, even though blood was spilt for our sakes as the cross of Jesus …
Poem: Reflection on Psalm 130