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Drama/Monologue: Philemon
Drama/Monologue: Philemon
by Marjorie Dobson
Drama/Monologue: Philemon I was puzzled when the letter arrived from Paul and astounded when I knew who had brought it. I wasn’t quite sure what to do first – read the letter, or throw the runaway slave in jail. In the end I decided I’d let myself calm down a bit by reading the l…
Poem: The cost of living
Poem: The cost of living
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The cost of living The cost of living for those with disposable income rises daily and involves minor adjustments to lifestyle and considerable adjustments to the location of the money that is intended for keeping. The cost of living for those with moderate income rises dai…
Drama: A cloud of witnesses
Drama: A cloud of witnesses
by Marjorie Dobson
Drama/Monologue: A cloud of witnesses Reading: Hebrews 11: 29 – 12:2 (Followed by the speaker chatting to the visible, or unseen, person who has just read the lesson and responding to unheard answers.) A cloud of witnesses? What’s all that about then? Surely you don’t still think…
Poem: Signs of the times
Poem: Signs of the times
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Signs of the times Couldn’t they see the signs? Why didn’t they understand the disruption that Jesus had brought, would bring? This good news was bound to set the world on fire; bound to cause division amongst families; bound to turn the world on its head. Continues... ©Mar…
Prayer: Disconcerting God
Prayer: Disconcerting God
by Marjorie Dobson
Prayer: Disconcerting God Disconcerting God, there are times when we do not understand what is happening to us, or where we should go next. We recognize that we often take a wrong turn on our path to you and sometimes wilfully go our own way. Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Letters by a MODERN MYSTIC - The letters 21 August 1930
Letters by a MODERN MYSTIC - The letters 21 August 1930
by SPCK - Frank C Laubach
The Letters 21 AUGUST 1930 I shall be forty-six in two weeks. I no longer have the sense that life is all before me, as I had a few years ago. Some of it is behind—and a miserable poor past it is, so far below what I had dreamed that I dare not even think of it. Nor dare I think …
Letters by a MODERN MYSTIC - The letters 2 September 1930