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Date: 10 July 2006 01:03:33
Alternative worship this evening wasn't about this, and Alice has a much more reflective account of what the purpose of the service actually was. I'm aware that this is somewhat self-indulgent (but I'm allowed to be here), but the theme of the service tonight was of being rejected by those we bring the gospel to, which was highlighted in the feelings of being picked last for the team in the school playground. As it happened, this couldn't have been a more effective way of getting the message across, to me at least. This is a funny song with a semi-serious thought to it, and a much more happy ending than in real life. As usual someone elses words always work better than my own.
Monday morning when the papers came,
The ad jumped out on the personal page,
Were you in the class of '78, if so lets make a date,
Make a date for a class reunion, all replies please send to Susan,
It all came back like the worst of dreams,
Susan was the captain of the netball team.
It all came back in a cloak of hurt,
standing in line in my netball skirt,
The names were called out one by one,
Mine wasn't picked it was forced upon,
Susan Collins and her glorious team, but I was the weak link in between,
I can't throw and I can't catch,
Enough to say we lost the match.
Na na na na na na...........
She was the idol of us then,
Stood like an Amazon five feet, ten
Girls and boys alike adored her,
My very presence bored her,
So I found myself alone, on the bus to school and the bus back home,
On the outside of the ring,
Adolescent pain is a deep deep thing,
Na na na na na na...
Well God knows how I found the nerve,
But I pulled my car up to the kerb,
The kerb outside the entrance hall,
The school hadn't changed that much at all,
Fifteen years of hurt lay buried, a moment like this can't be hurried,
I sat frozen in my seat
When a car pulled up across the street
She looked up and caught my eye,
Caught her breath in her surprise,
And when She finally turned her gaze,
I saw shame upon her face,
Seems I'm not the only one, haunted by the things She's done,
I never went to the class reunion,
I got drunk that night with Susan.
Julie Matthews