A hymn by Marjorie Dobson - A woman in a crowd touches Jesus robe- The touch was so light that it passed by unnoticed …
The touch was so light that it passed by unnoticed.
The crowd was so dense, who could possibly tell
that there in the crush was a desperate woman,
a woman entombed by her personal hell.
The touch was so light and yet someone had noticed –
the man at the centre; the man in demand;
the healer whose presence was urgently sought for
a child who was needing the power from his hand.
The touch turned his head as he wondered who’d done it.
The poor guilty woman was bowed by her shame.
But power had gone from him, he knew he was needed.
With fear she admitted that she was to blame.
The touch of his robe had already proved healing.
The sound of his voice was a blessing at last.
‘My daughter, take courage, your suffering is over.
Your pain and disgrace are a part of your past.’
One touch in a crowd had seemed pointless to others
and many felt agony at the delay.
But one outcast woman could be well for ever
and others would know that same touch on that day.
Marjorie Dobson (born 1940) based on Mark 5 vs 24-34 and Luke 8 vs 42-48
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Metre: 12 11 12 11
Tunes: ERISKAY; STREETS OF LAREDO
Published in Hymns of Hope and Healing, Stainer & Bell Ltd
Tag: power
A towel and a basin? – Marjorie Dobson’s hymn for Maundy Thursday
1 A towel and a basin?
This caused them great unease.
Their Master, now a servant?
The Christ upon his knees?
In washing feet made dirty
out on the city street,
he showed the power of action
where love and duty meet.
2 Yet Peter made his protest
and missed the point again,
till Jesus told him gently
that he must share his pain.
They hardly understood him,
although his words were clear
and soon his wise example
would be wiped out by fear.
3 But later they remembered
and took his words to heart:
in sacrifice and service
they gave the church its start,
and we who follow after
take up the task today,
to show, in love and service,
we also walk Christ's way.
Marjorie Dobson (born 1940)
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Metre: 7 6 7 6 D
Tune: PASSION CHORALE
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God loves a scandal…a hymn for our times…
1 God loves a scandal, look at Christ,
his crying indignation
will turn our tables round again,
infect our generation.
2 And those of us who hold some power,
our influence diluted,
will sense the end of all we love,
our treasured schemes uprooted.
3 What will we do? What can we say?
Bow down in adoration?
Or rage with words, then crucify
the ground of our creation?
4 The crisis looms, the choice remains:
the cross or selfish grasping;
the denigration of the poor
or love that can be lasting?
5 God give us strength that we might take
the risk of Christ-like living,
this gracious way of selfless love,
of sacrificial giving.
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 7 8 7
Tune: DOMINUS REGIT ME
A REFLECTION AS ADVENT BEGINS
Some churches, on the Sunday before Advent, celebrate the Feast of Christ the King. It offers a high spot before we descend into the darkness as we prepare for the coming of the Light of the World at Christmas. The more I think about this, the more strange it seems.
Once the Kingship of Christ made sense. I loved to sing ‘Majesty, worship His majesty’. Now it seems a bit out of kilter with what we read about Jesus. Let me reflect for a moment.
We read that 2000 or so years ago bureaucracy uprooted people. Foreign troops occupied a country. Native politicians and religious leaders juggled their own privileges and prejudices with advancement and preferment. And common people became pawns to be taxed, manipulated according their economic value to the ruling class. People counted, and needed to be counted.
Times don’t change it seems.
If we take the story literally Mary and Joseph were subjects of a census.
Set aside for a moment the Magi and shepherds, the angels and the star. ‘Long way from your home’, a baby was born. Within a short time, days? More likely a year or two, that baby was threatened as babies have been, and have been killed, in our own time, in our so called civilised world. Politics demand that difficult decisions have to be made.
Difficult decisions: so often a euphemism for oppression, diminution or judicial killing.
Majesty? A child threatened with death in the arms of his parents seeking asylum in another country. Not Majesty as we would recognise it, not a life-style choice.
If we believe that this child was God born among us, this is no majestic king, victorious, but a vulnerable baby trusted to parents fleeing persecution and death. And it challenges me to see Christ this Christmas, not in the palaces of the powerful but, more likely in the vulnerable and persecuted.
Remember that this baby grew up to be a man. Entrusted to those young vulnerable parents he was later to say ‘the son of man has nowhere to lay his head’. He understood poverty and homelessness. Then when he says, ‘whatever you did for the least of these, you do it for me’, he knew what it was like to be least in society. No wonder, in the title of an Anglican report some years ago he had a ‘Bias to the Poor’; not to ‘Lord’ it over one another.
Our God trusted human parents to care for him, and lived out an example for humanity to follow his example of trust, reliance and care in relationship to each other. ‘Love one another’.
So as we move toward Christmas let us hold onto something of the reality of the Biblical story, a story that is is awe-inspiring. This is much more than a time for children dressing up and playing games. More a wake-up call for us all, to realise that whenever we visit the prisoner, welcome the stranger, feed the hungry, provide water for the thirsty we again meet Christ, see God in those we greet… It is a wake-up call, a reminder that we find God-head, not in the powerful or majestic, not in the robes and honours of politics or religion, not in places of domination or repression, but in vulnerability and love. Truly within us and among us.
May God in Christ bless us all.
Andrew Pratt (originally written for the Mid-Cheshire Circuit of the Methodist Church 27/11/2023)

Kyries for Holy Innocents – Herod’s high and mighty stand
1 Herod's high and mighty stand Showed the power at his command, Slaughtered children in the land: Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy on us. 2 Mary wept, she understood, Wept as every mother should, Ramah's echo, death to good: Chorus 3 Surely force has had its day, Brutish whim and power's display; Yet our actions hurt betray: Chorus 4 Seen on every paper's page, Words of hate and fists of rage, Signs of greed in every age: Chorus 5 Anger still inflicts the pain, Each excuse is seen as lame, Yet again we bear the shame: Chorus 6 Till through this and every time People cease from heinous crime, Till with peace their actions rhyme: Chorus VERSION IN SONGS FOR A NEW MILLENIUM (7 7 7 D and refrain) 1 Herod's high and mighty stand Showed the power at his command, Slaughtered children in the land: Mary wept, she understood, Wept as every mother should, Ramah's echo, death to good: Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy on us. 2 Surely force has had its day, Brutish whim and power's display; Yet our actions truth betray: Seen on every paper's page, Words of hate and fists of rage, Signs of greed in every age: Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy on us. 3 Anger still inflicts the pain, Each excuse is seen as lame, Yet again we bear the shame: Till through this and every time People cease from heinous crime, Till with peace their actions rhyme: Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy, Kyrie, Lord have mercy on us. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) From: Whatever name creed, No.28 (1999) & Songs for the new millennium. Words © 1999, Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . 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. Tune: HOLY INNOCENTS (Ian Sharp) Whatever name creed, No.28