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Eggs and Ashes Book - A Passover Meal for Thirteen
Eggs and Ashes Book - A Passover Meal for Thirteen
by R Burgess/C Polhill (Wild Goose Publ)
Reflection - Meditation A Passover meal for thirteen How come it’s always me that gets to lay the table and never the boys? A Passover meal for thirteen, mum says, in our upstairs room; ten courses, best dishes, two jars of wine, and they might need a waitress. Job for you, Naomi…
Eggs and Ashes Book - Palm Sunday Evening
Eggs and Ashes Book - Palm Sunday Evening
by R Burgess/C Polhill (Wild Goose Publ)
Prayer - Meditation - reflection Palm Sunday evening This time there will be no flight into Egypt. This donkey has too much to carry, too far. The shadows wait for me: around the table at Passover, among those in high places, in the condemned cell... By Josie Smith Taken from Egg…
Eggs and Ashes Book - God Has Made Laughter for Us
Eggs and Ashes Book - God Has Made Laughter for Us
by R Burgess/C Polhill (Wild Goose Publ)
Prayer - Acclamation God has made laughter for us Christ is risen; He is risen indeed. Alleluia! Risen in quiet and mysterious darkness before the chorus of the dawn. Alleluia, Christ is risen; HE IS RISEN INDEED. Risen with glory and grace in reserve, and authority beyond measur…
The picture of you in our mind
The picture of you in our mind
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Prayer of Confession The pictures of you in our mind Loving God, forgive us, how we have got you wrong! Lazily we have settled for pictures of you in our minds which tell a terrible tale. We have painted you stern and unbending, the eternal judge... By John Harvey Taken from Eggs…
Eggs and Ashes Book - Under Your Wings
Eggs and Ashes Book - Under Your Wings
by R Burgess/C Polhill (Wild Goose Publ)
Prayer of adoration and praise Under your wings How many times have I wanted to put my arms around all your people, just as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you would not let me. (Luke 13:34) Under your wings You would hide us MOTHERING GOD Under your wings You woul…
Eggs and Ashes Book - When We Cry