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Simple Ways - Towards The Sacred - To Hear
Simple Ways - Towards The Sacred - To Hear
by SPCK - Gunilla Norris
We can close our eyes, but we cannot close our ears. Without ear-lids we are in a sense always open to the world, to its noise and joy, its confusion and its deep cries. Our eardrums cannot but resonate with what is around us. We thrum, whether we like it or not. Sometimes we dro…
Earthquake, wind and fire
Earthquake, wind and fire
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Earthquake, wind and fire Proper 14 year A 1 Kings 19: 9-18 Into the hurricane of life – the rush, the chaos, the bewilderment, the anxiety, uncertainty, the fear of loss, the birth of pain, the failures and fractures of life – God of the still, small voice, whisper your …
Breakfast for a hover fly
Breakfast for a hover fly
by Andrew Pratt
Andrew Pratt (born 1948) © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church and school use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
Hymn: Flint-faced against all fears and all disasters
Hymn: Flint-faced against all fears and all disasters
by Andrew Pratt
Flint-faced against all fears and all disasters, while squaring up to those who wish us harm, we trust in God for now, and what comes after, and hope for grace to mend, to soothe and calm. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: INTERCESSOR Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 17/2/2012 Stainer & …
Monologue/drama: Zack
Monologue/drama: Zack
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/drama: Zack I suppose you think I'm short? Thoughts like that can hurt, you know. If I was any shorter my feet wouldn't touch the ground. Which, come to think of it, is a bit academic, me stuck up in this tree like this. Yes, stuck up a tree. Why? All right, because I'm…
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock, the summit of human fear, pursued to the end of his life's reserves, the hunters were drawing near. God was remote, Elijah quaked, protection was hard to find, the One he had heard and sought…
Treasures abounding, wonders confounding
Treasures abounding, wonders confounding
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: Treasures abounding, wonders confounding Proper 12 year A Matthew 13: 31 – 33, 44 – 52 Treasures abounding, wonders confounding limits and concepts humanly held; pearls of great treasure, love beyond measure, graciously given, never compelled. Yeast for our baking, loaves w…
Poem - Worry (Going to the toilet)