Iíve always felt sorry for Martha,

She thought she was doing her best;

She knew that her guests would be weary,

In need of a meal and a rest.


In Proverbs weíre told, "A good woman

Is busy from morning till night

Providing for all in her household,"

So Martha had got that bit right!


I wonder if Mary had always

Been inkling her duties to shirk?

Was her choice really due to devotion,

Or a natural aversion to work?


If so, I can understand Martha,

Frustrated and bothered and hot,

Really needing some help from her sister,

If only to stir up the pot.


If Mary had helped just a little

They both might have sat at Christís feet,

Or they could have invented the sandwich

By serving up bread and cold meat.


I suppose what Christís trying to teach us,

Is to learn that we rightly should choose,

Sometimes dutyís best left till tomorrow,

Lest a wonderful blessing we lose.


But I still think itís rather hard judgement

As for others she busied herself,

And I still feel quite sorry for Martha,

For Iím a bit of a Martha myself!


Sue Harrison

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I dare to pray: Lord let the world be changed,

For I long to see the end of poverty;

I dare to pray: Lord let the rules be changed,

For I long to see trade bring justice to the poor;

I dare to pray: Lord let my life be changed,

For I long to bring hope where good news is needed.

In the strength of your Spirit

And inspired by your compassion,

I make this promise to work for change

And wait confidently for the day

When you make all things new.

Peter Graystone

(Christian Aid)

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Success is speaking words of praise,
In cheering other people's ways.
In doing just the best you can,
With every task and every plan.

It's silence when your speech would hurt,
Politeness when your neighbour's curt.
It's deafness when the scandal flows,
And sympathy with others' woes.

It's loyalty when duty calls,
It's courage when disaster falls.
It's patience when the hours are long,
It's found in laughter and in song.

It's in the silent time of prayer,
In happiness and in despair.
In all of life and nothing less,
We find the thing we call success.




Billy Bligh
Lost an eye,
(Sadly missed)
To a fist.

Nose awry,
With a twist.
Same as eye,
Same fist.

Moral's clear
All I can hear,
So I say,
Run away.

If you do
It may ensue,
Just for fun
He'll outrun.

Brian Sumner


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Sometime when youíre feeling important,

Sometime when your egoís in bloom;

Sometime when you take it for granted

Youíre the best-qualified in the room;

Sometime when you feel that your going

Would leave an unfillable hole,

Just follow this simple instruction Ė

And see how it humbles your soul.


Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it up to the wrist;

Take it out Ė and the hole thatís remaining

Is a measure of how youíll be missed!

You can splash all you please as you enter,

You can stir up the water galore.

But stop! And youíll find in a minute

That it looks just the same as before.


Thereís a moral in this quaint example:

Just do the best that you can.

Be proud of yourself Ė but remember:


Saxon White Kessinger


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"We trained hard.......but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up in teams, we would be re-organised. I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by re-organising Ė and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency and demoralisation."

Extract from the writings of the Roman, Petronius Arbitor, Governor of Bythia, who committed suicide in A.D.65, having fallen foul of Tigellinus, favourite of Nero

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When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows, like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,

"It is well, it is well with my soul".

Verse from a hymn (Horatio Spafford)