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Schools4Schools - Relaxed
Schools4Schools - Relaxed
by Linda Ransome
Image of Gambian children - Emotion of being relaxed Taken by Gambian Partnership Support / Schools 4 Schools and used with permission www.gambianps.org.uk Follow on Facebook TIP- PowerPoint Slide Size- The ideal way to insert into PowerPoint is:- • Reduce the image size to 1024x
Schools4Schools - Listening
Schools4Schools - Listening
by Linda Ransome
Image of children - Emotion of listening Taken by Gambian Partnership Support / Schools 4 Schools and used with permission www.gambianps.org.uk Follow on Facebook TIP- PowerPoint Slide Size- The ideal way to insert into PowerPoint is:- • Reduce the image size to 1024x768 pixels u
Schools4Schools - Engagement
Schools4Schools - Engagement
by Linda Ransome
Image of Gambian children - Emotion of engagement Taken by Gambian Partnership Support / Schools 4 Schools and used with permission www.gambianps.org.uk Follow on Facebook TIP- PowerPoint Slide Size- The ideal way to insert into PowerPoint is:- • Reduce the image size to 1024x768
Meditation - 4th Sunday of Easter Time Year A
Meditation - 4th Sunday of Easter Time Year A
by David Middleton
Meditation- 4th Sunday of Easter Time Year B What’s in it for him? John 10: 1-13 I’ve been listening to Jesus quite a bit recently; whenever I can get away from work I have gone to find him, I’m quite intrigued by what he has to say, but there has always been this nagging doubt,
Drama/dialogue: Not listening
Drama/dialogue: Not listening
by Marjorie Dobson
Drama/dialogue: Not listening Parent: You never learn, do you? Child: Learn what? Parent: And you never listen either, do you? Child: Sorry! What was that you were saying? I was just looking at my phone. Parent: That’s your trouble. You’re always doing something else. You never l
Poem: Lost
Poem: Lost
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Lost Lost – one God. Can’t find him anywhere. One direction or another, it doesn’t matter – no God. Is he hiding from me? Has he turned away and has his back to me? Am I lost, or is he? I don’t know. I want to find him. I want to talk to him. I know he will listen carefully
Monologue: The Listener
Monologue: The Listener
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue: The Listener They think I’m a nobody. Only a servant girl. Always in the background, waiting on them, but never really noticed. Just like a piece of furniture. But they don’t realize how much I see and know and, as long as I keep quiet and do my job, they don’t really
Poppies and Snowdrops - Prayer/blessing: When weariness cries out
Poppies and Snowdrops - Prayer/blessing: When weariness cries out
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer/blessing: When weariness cries out When weariness cries out for an end to suffering, God is listening to you. When fear is like a smothering blanket, God will wrap his care around you. When life is slipping away, God is walking each step of the journey with you. When the d
Monologue: Hannah reflects
Monologue: Hannah reflects
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue: Hannah reflects When all you long for is a child of your own, then you see them everywhere. Other women seem to have no problem conceiving and bringing a child into the world. All around are families – some happy, some argumentative, some with no control at all – but f
Prayer: God who listens
Prayer: God who listens
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: God who listens God, who listens, even when we think you’re not around to do so, we come to you because we know we can trust you. Even when we are unsure of ourselves and feel far away from you, you are always there, waiting for us to recognize your voice and to ask for y
Prayer: God, who spoke
Prayer: God, who spoke
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: God, who spoke God, who spoke to us through the ancient prophets, teach us to recognize the prophets of our own time. Some of them have loud voices and say things that upset and disturb us. Some of them may not appear to have anything to say that concerns you, or your wor
Meditation/ prayer: Samuel
Meditation/ prayer: Samuel
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation/ prayer: Samuel I’m sorry, God. I didn’t hear you the first time, or the second, or even the third. I didn’t recognise your voice. I suppose I didn’t expect to hear you when it was just an ordinary night – no different from any of the others. And I don’t remember you s
Hymn: Like feathers on the wind
Hymn: Like feathers on the wind
by Andrew Pratt
Like feathers on the wind our words can lose their way, a loosened tongue, as much as arms, is in the devil's pay. We need a listening ear, a slowness when we act, before we judge, the time to sift the rumour from the fact. Verses 3-4 follow Tune: GARELOCHSIDE; POTSDAM Metre: SM
Gazing on the Gospels Year A - The Fourth Sunday of Easter Year A