Monday Rewrite

He’s taking the afternoon off. Going to do some gardening. He’s been so busy lately, needs a break. Time out. Things have changed so quickly he almost feels hunted some …

The shiny new constructs overshadow it now. Smart clean buildings, all steel and gleaming concrete. The sign of a prosperous new dawn. Business and enterprise. You can practically hear the …

She stirs the coffee in front of her until the froth has dissipated and it looks nothing special. She watches the trains going in and out, in and out. Trains …

‘And now for the weather forecast. Tonight there’ll be storms and rain, gusts of high winds, and some thunder and lightning. We advise not going out unless you really have …

Tom the TV Gardener addresses the audience with the following monologue, as if presenting his TV programme. He holds a packet of tiny seeds in his hand. ‘Hello again, Tom …

Steve used the closet first, as the most impetuous of the flatmates he was bound to really. He snuck into the spare room late one night and shoved his disappointment …

One night two men met as they wandered through heaven. ‘I used to dream a lot,’ one said. ‘So did I,’ said the other. ‘And I went to Egypt once,’ …

Doesn’t look very spiritual or seem very holy. There’s sweat and dust and grim, grunting and huffing. There are toes stubbed and fingers trapped. The older ones have to stop …

Merchant. Where is it? Woman. Where’s what? Merchant. You know, the party. Woman. What party? Merchant. The street party. Woman. Well, there’s bit of a fuss going on over there, …

Two men sit talking in a first century bar. – It’s your round I believe. – No! Yours surely! – I don’t think so. Anyway, you’re in the money. – …

Her head is spinning. The colours colliding in her brain. She gasps as she runs, keeps glancing back to see if she can still see him. Half an hour ago …

‘Right, listen up,’ says Peter to the assembled bunch of perfect, 1st century, post-Day of Pentecost disciples, ‘you know this perfect 1st Century, post-Day of Pentecost church we go to? …

‘A few things I did not see… Two figures as close as breathing in the dark of night. A whispered hopeful conversation on a threshing floor. Leftover food discarded at …

Drawing on Acts 5 vv 17-21 Andrew has a cruel bruise on his cheek, not the side with the blackened eye, the other side. One or two of Peter’s fingers …

We are here again Lord, With our memories and recollections of last week. Our mistakes, problems, fears and regrets, Hopes, victories, achievements and meanderings. It’s who we are, Frail, vulnerable, …

He stands and stares at the skyline. Nothing. Not even tumbleweed floating by. Just an inner nudge, an elbow digging into the ribs of his soul, urging him on. If …

A prayer based on Psalm 51:1-12 Dear Lord, Life ambushes us, It’s the nature of things. This broken world side-tracks and distracts us, It is full of traps, temptations and …

He stared at the rocks, long and hard, heard the growling rumble in his stomach. They were the precise shape and size, would perfectly satisfy his hunger. In an instant …