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My father, Jacob
My father, Jacob
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem - My father, Jacob Proper 13 year A Genesis 32: 22 – 31 My father didn’t have a limp before. He said he’d wrestled with a man all night and, though he claimed he’d never given in, his injury had proved his need to fight. We’d left him at the far side of the stream. He often …
The Same Spirit - poem/meditation
The Same Spirit - poem/meditation
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/meditation -The same spirit Sixth Sunday of Easter John 14: 15-21 A counsellor. A comforter. An advocate. That’s what we need – all three of them. The counsellor will listen and ask questions and help us to understand ourselves, then give us wise advice, but only if we ask f…
Poem: If God could...
Poem: If God could...
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: If God could … (this would probably work best with two readers taking alternative lines, although it could be used as a solo piece with pauses between the lines.) If God could make a promise to a couple in their nineties – even given that time may have been counted differen…
Poem: The Maker
Poem: The Maker
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Maker Whether we make a painting, a pot, or a poem; a cake, a candle or a Christmas card; a song, a sketch, or a sandwich, we look at it through our own eyes – the eyes of the maker. Sometimes we are satisfied. Sometimes disappointed. Sometimes rather proud of ourselves…
A house of prayer
A house of prayer
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: A house of prayer Proper 15 year A Isaiah 56: 1, 6-8 A house of prayer, where all may come; a house of prayer to be a home; a house to welcome every one: this is the house that God builds. A house for sinner and for saint; a house for those whose faith is faint and for the …
Weeds?
Weeds?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Weeds? Proper 11 year A Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43 In my father’s garden it was a case of ‘NO WEEDS ALLOWED’. Dandelions were dispatched at speed. Thistles were torn out. Buttercups banished, and any unidentified shoots were sentenced to the compost heap... 17 July 2011, Fifth…
Insurance is invalid
Insurance is invalid
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Insurance is invalid Proper 18 Year A Ezekiel 33: 7 – 11 Insurance is invalid when we are fully warned, if knowing coming danger, that word is simply scorned. For those who know what's coming, yet raise up no alarm, in consequence will suffer and share the self-same harm...…
Jealous hatred fired his brothers
Jealous hatred fired his brothers
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Jealous hatred fired his brothers Proper 14 year A Genesis 37: 1 – 4, 12 - 28 Jealous hatred fired his brothers, Joseph, Jacob's favourite son, cooking up a plot to kill him, thought the plan would soon be done. In the distance they had seen him, saw the dreamer, saw his co…
Monologue: Not me!
Monologue: Not me!
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: Not me! What's that you say? You saw me just the other night? You can't be right! And Freda saw me too? She was with you? Oh no... you are mistaken. I turned to walk away, but something, nagging, made we want to stay. A wasp was buzzing in my head and later, resting in…
High on a mountain path
High on a mountain path
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation on Psalm 31: High on a mountain path Fifth Sunday of Easter Year A Psalm 31 High on a mountain path, the weather closing in, the air wet, as though we're in a cloud. It's hard to see ahead, can't see the way we've come; need to find some shelter and some rest. Silence …
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