Virtual Methodist

It's been a while... Lots happening including the Annual Methodist Conference in the real world (on which there was little to comment, unless I was going to comment on the lack of things to comment on - and the consequent time wastage), so not much time to devote to being a Virtual Methodist, but I was asked this morning at church a) Why I hadn't posted anything for a while, to which I answered along the lines above, and b) Whether I had posted on the blog a song I had played as part of the service? I came home and checked, and strangely, couldn't find it... until I checked the archive of the old blog site... and there it was... But for anyone interested, here it is again... Can you see things through my eyes? The childless woman cries. The years of trying, probing, prying... While across the street a girl is crying With three little children by three different men And not a penny from any of them Can you see things through my eyes? Can you see things through my eyes? The j...

I suppose I was looking for love, but I got more than I bargained for. Everyone talks about love... But there’s precious little of it about. When I was a kid, my Mum and my Dad both called me “Love...” “Love, would you give me a hand to set the table...” “Would you run down to the market for me, Love...” “Look love, would you clear off and give my head peace...” It’s an easy word to say... its not so easy to find. And let me tell you I’ve looked. I’m not blaming anyone else... I made my bed, and I lay in it... The only trouble was I lay in it with someone else’s husband. He told me he loved me... he promised he would divorce his wife, but of course that never happened, and when the God squad broke down the door, and dragged me out of bed, he just sat there... Said nothing. And why they just picked on me I don’t know... There were two of us in that bed... The law says we’re both guilty... But its one law for men, and another for women in the eyes of the Pharisees. They dragged me out in...