Think again If the extent of our sacrificial content is to give up chocolate for Lent, what kind of a sacrifice is that? If the inclination of our celebration is for a self-centred commemoration for the current congregation, what good is that to God, or anyone else? If a Holy Day becomes a holiday with the holiness left out, where has the significance gone? God sighs for the real sacrifice of working to eliminate poverty and injustice. God craves for the genuine celebrations of people set free and of changed lives. God holds out hope for those who make holiness their aim, however far they still have to travel. God asks us to think again. © Marjorie Dobson Empty words Empty words from those who live in luxury and despise the poor. Empty words from those who enquire after the sick, but never visit them. Empty words from those who offer hollow sympathy, but never weep with those in sorrow. Empty words from those who are severely critical of local and national governments, but refuse to vote, or to become involved in politics. Empty words from those who proclaim themselves to be Christians, but only take care of themselves and their own kind. Empty words from those who preach of suffering and sacrifice, but have never challenged themselves to experience either. Empty words from those … … Empty words … … Empty … … And God, who knows our hearts, looks on and asks us to look again at the sacrificial love of Jesus and to fill our empty words with love and action. Marjorie Dobson Words © 2019 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, email@example.com Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
Spirited dancer Spirited dancer, a pantomime figure, comic, distorted, misused and abused; never expedient, yet working with rigour, seemingly foolish yet never confused. Crying the wilderness down on your shoulders, offering pedants the cool time of day; I would dance with you, by paths or rough boulders, willing to enter the fun or the fray. Now in my cowardice, fear, apprehension, sharing the life that you've given to me; help me to put away pride and pretension, learn in your footsteps the way to be free. Andrew E. Pratt (born 1948) Words © 2003, 2006 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England firstname.lastname@example.org. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. METRE: 11 10 11 10 Tune: WAS LEBET, WAS SCHWEBET; QUEDLINBURG