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Shine Like Stars

10/6/2026

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Shine like Stars!
Paul’s letter to the Philippians
A monologue

I was much younger then, probably only nine or ten years old. I remember the excitement we all felt as we crowded into my uncle’s house. I could see that almost all of our church was there, including my two baby sisters and my many cousins.
A letter had come from Paul…. My father was a deacon and he had run to call everyone together. Everyone would want to hear what Paul had written to us all. A letter like this was a huge event.
The lamps on the table flickered as the hot evening wind blew through the window. My friend Samuel sat next to me on the floor. He whispered, ‘That letter’s come all the way from Rome! Remember the gifts we gave Epaphroditus? He took them to Paul in jail and now Paul’s sent us a letter.’
Uncle Zadok called everyone to attention. The excited chatter quickly stopped. Uncle Zadok prayed, then he held up the scroll and read aloud in his clear deep voice.
Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
He then read that Paul thanked God for us EVERY time he thought of us! He said that he often prayed for us. He even wrote: I have you my heart….I have you in my heart. My two aunties sighed in quiet agreement and joy. They’d met Paul when he first came to Philippi to teach about Jesus - he was their friend.
I thought that Paul must love us a lot! He was in prison because he kept telling people about Jesus, but he still thought about God’s family in Philippi – he loved us and was concerned about us – he even had us in his heart!
I can’t exactly remember what Paul said next, but I do remember this.
He was very clear that everything in his life was all about Jesus. He said: For me to live is Christ and to die is even better.
Later my father explained it like this, “Paul’s letter is all about JOY.” ‘Jesus Christ first, others second and then yourself. That’s how we find true joy. Jesus; others; yourself. There can be no joy in the life of a Christian who puts himself above Jesus and other people.’
I remember some other things Paul said:
Whatever happens, live in such a way that you are a credit to the Message of Christ. Stand united
Don’t be frightened by your enemies


I knew there had been problems in our church – I’d heard the grown ups talking, but I didn’t really understand everything that was happening. I know some other people in Philippi were making it hard for Christians to get work and to talk about Jesus. Paul must have heard how difficult it was. We all knew friends who had left our church because they found it all too hard.
It was getting dark. Zadok moved over to the window to get more light and kept reading.
Paul told us we needed to agree with each other, to love and serve each other, to think of other people as better than ourselves, to forget ourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.
When we got home our family talked about that bit of the letter and asked God to forgive us for the times we hadn’t helped other people. We told God we wanted to serve other people like Jesus did.
By now my legs were really getting stiff and sore – I’d been sitting still for so long. Most people had beads of sweat running down their faces, but you could have heard a pin drop as the next few lines were read. I’ll never forget what Paul wrote. It was the best bit of the letter!
He’d included a special hymn which we all knew. As my uncle read, everyone joined in, loudly praising God.
Though he was God…Christ the servant was born as a human being…he was obedient to death – even death on a cross.
Therefore God exalted him to the place of highest honour and gave him a name above all other names. At the name of Jesus every knee should bow - in heaven and on earth and under the earth - and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
My life changed that night. Paul’s letter made me want to follow Jesus, whatever that meant and wherever I had to go.
I remember looking across the sea of familiar faces - rapt and clinging to every word read to us. Some people were crying – tears were running down their cheeks and glistening in the fading light.
I knew that Jesus was with us that night as we listened to Paul’s loving letter. I’m sure my mother sensed it too. Joy radiated from her beautiful face. She smiled at me and cuddled my sisters close.
Paul wrote, Shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life – so that I might boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labour for nothing.
Well Paul, I hope and pray that your joy was complete, because that light - the light of Jesus - has not been put out. It’s still shining, even in the darkness. In my heart it’s still as bright as ever.
The grace and peace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen. Amen. Amen.
(c) Don Stott Eliab.com

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A Little Seed Song

10/6/2026

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Psalm 23 for Children

10/6/2026

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Jesus Heals Jairus's Daughter

9/7/2026

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Listen to this original monologue story - https://www.eliab.com/fathers-day-for-jairus.html
Lyrics to the tune "Miss Polly Had a Dolly"  https://www.eliab.com/jairus-song.html
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When The Traveller Knocks

5/20/2026

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This is the sung version of my new song. See below for the monologue/ spoken version with musical backing produced at Suno.com
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When The Traveller Knocks

5/20/2026

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These original lyrics were written for the following monologue with musical backing. The musical production was made at Suno.com

WHEN THE TRAVELLER KNOCKS
There are days, Lord, when I feel my will harden--
a will like steel, forged in self protection,
reinforced by determination and a kind of self love
that circles around temptation like it’s something sweet.
I catch the scent of things that promise much
but deliver nothing,
and still I linger.
My heart, once soft to Your whisper,
can turn to stone before I even notice.
A sentinel guarding itself
against the very Love
that has waited so patiently to warm it back to life.
A mirage of affection pulls me forward,
but it vanishes the moment I reach for it.
And all the while, You--
the One who said You would give me a new heart--
stands quietly nearby.

There have been seasons
when my will has slipped from Your hands
and become a tool for lesser things.
Instead of being shaped by the Craftsman,
I’ve let it be gouged, scraped,
left neglected and weather worn.
And I wonder why I feel splintered.
But You don’t leave me there.
Your Spirit stirs like holy dynamite in the deep places:
breaking open the stubbornness,
exposing the deceit,
not to shame me--
but to free me.
So I dive again into Your cool waters,
swimming upstream with everything in me,
because my life—my real life—depends on it.
I throw back the warm covers of complacency
and run toward the sound of Your call,
heart pounding, lungs burning,
yet somehow more alive than before.
And then--
I see You.
The Traveller at the door.
The One who has walked with me through deserts and storms,
who has carried memories baked hard by service
and glazed with forgiveness.
The One who has never stopped knocking.
I open the door,
and it feels like welcoming home
a long loved friend.
We sit together, sharing stories of the road--
the missteps, the mercies,
the grace I had forgotten to remember.
And in that space,
joy rises.
Not the thin joy of circumstance,
but the deep, steady joy of being found again.
Safe again.
Home again.
For the God who breaks stone hearts
also binds them.
The God who calls us upstream
also swims beside us.
The God who confronts our stubborn will
also sings over us with delight.
So here I stand--
will surrendered, heart open,
ready to walk again with the Traveller -
who was never far from my door.
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The Basin & Towel

3/12/2026

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An Easter Monologue  based on Jesus washing the disciples feet. (John 13:1-13)
We were gathered in the lamplight--
just a band of dusty men
waiting for the Passover,
while the night pressed in around us.
Then Jesus stood.
Quietly.
Deliberately.
And He tied a towel around His waist.
A servant’s towel.
The kind of thing no rabbi, no master,
no Messiah should ever wear.
I whispered, “Lord… this isn’t right.”
But His eyes--
they were full of fire and mercy.
He knelt before me.
Before me.
His hands, rough from years of carpentry,
were gentle as the morning light
as He washed the dust from my feet--
dust from roads I chose,
roads I wandered,
roads I shouldn’t have walked.
And He said,
“Peter, let Me wash you.
This is how My love is shown.”
In that moment,
my stubborn heart cracked open.
The truth cut deep--
that belonging to Him
meant surrender,
meant letting Him cleanse
what I could never fix myself.
So I said,
“Lord… not just my feet.
All of me.
Please, All of me!
Then He looked at us all and said,
“Do for one another
what I’ve done for you.”
A kingdom built on serving,
on bending low,
on lifting others up.
And now,
when I walk the dusty roads,
I think of that basin
Because the One who washed my feet
has taught me how to stand.

A towel.
A basin.
A lesson in the night.
The greatest in the kingdom
is the one who kneels
in the light of His love.
And I will follow
where His humble footsteps lead.

©Don Stott 2026 , Eliab.com

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'Our Burning Hearts' -Cleopas's Song

3/4/2026

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An original song based on the Bible passage from Luke 24:13-35 (The Road to Emmaus)
Don Stott 2026

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Go Tell it on The Mountain

7/15/2025

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This is the traditional music of Go Tell it on the Mountain with new words in the verses. The music is public domain. 
The music in the verses is repeated with the last note in the second line of each verse staying on the same note instead of going up.
The words are based on the Bible passage from Acts 14 with the call to share the Good News about Jesus.


(Chorus)
Go tell it on the mountain,
over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is Lord!


From Antioch they journeyed with fasting, prayer, and grace,
The Spirit sent them forward to every tribe and place.
With courage born of heaven, their mission clear and true-
They told of Christ the Saviour , and we are called there too!


Chorus- Go tell it on the mountain...

They preached the word with boldness, though some refused to hear,
Still many hearts were opened, and joy replaced their fear.
They carried hope unshaken, God's word like flame unfurled-
And now we bear the calling, to share it through the world.


Chorus-

This mission stands before us, together bold we stand-
To spread His love and mercy and follow His command.
So let us speak with purpose, and live the truth we sing,
Proclaiming hope and mercy, found only in our King.


Chorus-

© words Don Stott, Eliab.com
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At the King's Table - David & Mephibosheth

6/27/2025

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 At the King’s Table
(A monologue from the perspective of Mephibosheth, reflecting on his journey from obscurity to the royal table.)

(Mephibosheth sits on the floor of the palace, gazing at the grand banquet table before him. His voice is quiet, filled with awe and gratitude.)

I never imagined I would see the inside of this palace, let alone sit at the king’s table.For years, I lived in Lo-debar—a place whose name itself means “no pasture,” a land of barrenness, forgotten by the world. I was the son of Jonathan, grandson of Saul, but that meant nothing now. When my father fell in battle, and my grandfather’s reign came to an end, I was only five years old. Fear gripped my nurse as she fled with me, and in that desperate escape, I fell—crippling both my feet forever.
A crippled boy. A remnant of a fallen dynasty. What hope could I have?
I learned to survive in obscurity, never expecting kindness, only waiting for the inevitable: a summons to my destruction. After all, was it not common for kings to eliminate any descendants of their predecessors? Did David not have every reason to wipe out Saul’s line?
And then, one day, the summons came.
David—King David—had sent for me.
I was carried to Jerusalem, trembling with every step. Would I die today? Would my name be blotted out as a final stroke of justice for the house of Saul?
I was brought before the throne. My body was low, my heart lower still. But then—his voice.
"Mephibosheth," he said. My name, spoken without threat.
I dared to answer. “Behold, I am your servant.”
The silence stretched, but not with wrath—no, something else lingered in the air. Mercy.
"Do not fear," he said. And in that moment, I breathed for the first time in years.
"I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan."
Jonathan. My father. A man who had loved David, defended him, covenanted with him in loyalty and friendship. A promise had been made long before my birth, and now, even with Jonathan gone, David remained faithful.
I braced myself for what would follow. Perhaps a token of mercy, a small provision. I never expected the words that came next.
"You shall eat at my table always."
Always? Surely, he did not mean—surely, he did not intend to--
Yet here I sit. At the table of the king.
Not as a crippled outcast. Not as a remnant of a broken house. But as a son.
The shame of my brokenness is covered here; no one looks at my feet. They see only the seat reserved for me.
What king does this? What ruler spares an enemy’s grandson, not merely to live, but to belong?
This is not the justice of men—this is the kindness of God.
(Mephibosheth looks up, his voice softening.)

Mercy found me in Lo-debar. Mercy lifted me to the throne room. Mercy placed me at the king’s table.
I have done nothing to deserve this, yet here I am.
Grace. This is grace.
(He pauses, then slowly reaches for the bread before him, as the lights fade.)

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