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Hymn: Beginning with blessing
Hymn: Beginning with blessing
by Andrew Pratt
Beginning with blessing and bounded with praise where earth touches heaven, the birth of new days. A waiting would follow, the Spirit would come, and those who still followed were acting as one. Verse 2 follows Tune: PADERBORN Metre: 11.11.11.11 Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words ©
LWPT Meditations - Twenty-seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time - Year B
LWPT Meditations - Twenty-seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time - Year B
by Susan Thorne
Meditation- 27thSunday in Ordinary Time Yr B Job 1: 1, 2: 1-10 Psalm 26 Hebrews 1: 1-4, 2: 5-12 Mark 10: 2-16 Let us not waste time wondering if Job ever existed, and - if so – when? The story of Job, whether history or fable, is in our Bible to teach us an important lesson: th
This day we remember the passage to freedom
This day we remember the passage to freedom
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: This day we remember the passage to freedom Proper 18 Year A Exodus 12: 1 – 14 This day we remember the passage to freedom, the Exodus journey, redemption at hand the Passover meal we recall at this season, the sign of God's faithfulness brought to the land. This day we rem
The Minister as Entrepreneur - 11 “A visionary who, in partnership with… others”
The Minister as Entrepreneur - 11 “A visionary who, in partnership with… others”
by SPCK - Michael Volland
“A visionary who, in partnership with… others” A visionary is someone who thinks about the future with imagination and wisdom. Visionaries have original ideas about what the future could be like; they are able to conceive of an alternative reality in which things are better for m
Mark The People's Commentary - Food in the wilderness
Mark The People's Commentary - Food in the wilderness
by BRF - Dick France
An Abortive “Retreat” This is the only time in Mark’s Gospel that the Twelve are called ‘apostles’. The word means ‘those sent out’, and it describes well the experience they have just shared as Jesus’ emissaries. But having been ‘sent out’, they now return and report back to the
Nothing Too Religious - Prayer:Time flies
Nothing Too Religious - Prayer:Time flies
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Time flies. Time flies. The years slip away. Spring soon turns to winter and the days become shorter in the passing. Never-ageing God, when we begin to count the years it seems impossible that so many have passed. How did they slip by so quickly? Is the birth certificate
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
God of the past
God of the past
by John Birch
A payer of confession: God of the past, accept the people we have been and the baggage we drag behind us... Image suitable for use in a PowerPoint slide (see below) PowerPoint Slide Size- This image is full size which is 2000 x 1500 pixels and 531KB The ideal way to insert into P
Prayers: Reasons
Prayers: Reasons
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayers: Reasons (The passage from Joel speaks of dreams and visions. In 2005 the church I attend, (Westborough Methodist in Scarborough) held a Stewardship campaign and in our publicity we used the title of A CHURCH FOR ALL REASONS.. One of our publications was a prayer-card for
Meditation - 1st Sunday of Advent Year A
Meditation - 1st Sunday of Advent Year A
by David Middleton
Meditation – 1st Sunday of Advent Year A Not “if”: “When?” Matthew 24: 36-44 Sometimes he must have wondered if he’d got it wrong! It seemed that no one shared his view of the future. Villagers would walk by and stop and point. They sniggered at him under their breath and then as
Poem: The Journey
Poem: The Journey
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Journey The past is a safe place. No matter what happened there – how many mistakes were made; how many tragic events occurred; how many fears were anticipated; how many new situations were faced; how many decisions were necessary; how many tears were shed, either of jo
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: Reflection on Psalm 130