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We cannot judge another's way
We cannot judge another's way
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: We cannot judge another's way Proper 11 year A Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43 We cannot judge another's way, however clear our view might be, we do not have the eyes of God, we do not have the sight to see. We look at those who stand around, what brought them to this time and plac…
Hymn: He speaks of peace while all inside
Hymn: He speaks of peace while all inside
by Andrew Pratt
He speaks of peace while all inside disciples’ minds are churned about; their memories haunt their waking time, while day and night are fused by doubt. He speaks of peace while all the world will clamour at our open door, while shards of music sing and break with light in discord…
Hymn: The crumbs that spoke of broken bread
Hymn: The crumbs that spoke of broken bread
by Andrew Pratt
The crumbs that spoke of broken bread, remembered words that had been said, the scattered fragments of a meal had left them thinking, 'was this real'. His flesh was torn, yes crucified, it left them wond'ring, had he lied, yet in another upper room, he'd share again beyond that t…
Imagine now in your mind’s eye,
Imagine now in your mind’s eye,
by Andrew Pratt
Imagine now in your mind’s eye, a sky with clouds, light shining through, a river shimmers in the sun, a crowd is coming into view. A prophet stands within the surge, the waters rolling smoothly by, and one by one the people hear, and one by one they catch John’s eye. Verses 2-3 …
Hymn - What was the weather like that day
Hymn - What was the weather like that day
by Andrew Pratt
What was the weather like that day? Cold, wet and overcast with rain, or bright and warm with sun and clouds? What formed the back cloth to this pain? What motivated those who came, to watch this scene, to play this game? There is so much we do not know, save tortured death withi…
We read of cultures from the past
We read of cultures from the past
by Andrew Pratt
We read of cultures from the past where slaves were normal, commonplace. Today we look with different eyes, to keep a slave would bring disgrace. Yet people still are caught and sold, removed from family and friends, then bought, mistreated and abused. For them life’s horror neve…
What better way to spend the night
What better way to spend the night
by Andrew Pratt
What better way to spend the night than walking down a city street? Near shuttered shop fronts bodies sleep. Is Christ among the ones we greet? The stars are bright, the frost is sharp, and home will draw us from the cold. Outside the door, beyond the warmth, young people die bef…
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