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Poem: Local lad
Poem: Local lad
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Local lad (This poem could be split into several voices and almost read as a conversation – or a gossiping session!) Local lad made good, he was. Or so they thought when he first came back to them. Their carpenter’s son with a reputation for being clever, ever since childho…
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue/drama: My Troubled Son If you’ve got a few minutes to spare, I’d like to tell you about my son. Oh, yes! I’ve got a son! He doesn’t live round here any more, of course! Hasn’t done for years. No, my daughters look after me – and my sons-in-law - and it’s lovely to have …
Poem: We were ashamed
Poem: We were ashamed
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: We were ashamed We were ashamed. We’d been caught out. We thought he hadn’t heard us. We wouldn’t have been talking about it if we’d known. We were ashamed. Boasting about our own achievements. Scoring points over each other. Even though we knew none of us could better him.…
Prayer: Challenging God
Prayer: Challenging God
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Challenging God Challenging God, when we commit ourselves to following your way, and to the pattern that Jesus set us for daily living, we often feel out of step with the people in the world around us. It’s not because we want to cut ourselves off from them. It’s not beca…
Prayer: Confession
Prayer: Confession
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Confession It seems so unrealistic to talk of not knowing about sin and never committing sin – and if we do, then we cannot know, or see, Jesus. How can that be possible, when we’re only human and we are told that Jesus is the only one without sin? Some contradiction ther…
Poem: Strange witnesses
Poem: Strange witnesses
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Strange witnesses Strange witnesses to chose – who had been speaking of unbelievable stories, now imagining ghostly happenings, not believing their own eyes, Strange words Jesus chose – ‘Peace be with you,’ offered to frightened minds scared by his presence and looking for …
Poem: Palm Sunday
Poem: Palm Sunday
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Palm Sunday Don’t know much about horses. Don’t know much about donkeys for that matter. Do know that colts can be nervous and jumpy. Know they need to be trained for a rider. Know they have to get used to noises. Know they shy away from sudden movements. Know they need car…
Poem: What the Devil …?
Poem: What the Devil …?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: What the Devil …? The Devil tempting Jesus in the desert didn’t wear a red body stocking and a cloak, or carry a pitchfork, or have a black beard and fierce eyes, and there was certainly no tail to be seen. That would have given the game away far too easily. No, The Devil t…
Heaviness may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning