Looking at the slopes of local
Welsh* hills, I'm listening to what must be the best song about
stalking, nights on Broadway and singing 'them love songs' - and I'm
thinking a thought I thought way back in Poland after a period of
stalking a pretty girl: true love is always ready to resort
to stalking. Isn't the whole history of God's people, and our
individual spiritual story, one of God stalking us? Likewise, should
we give up on our stray brothers and sisters who tell us, and their Carer, to get lost - or doggedly stalk them till they are found again?
*for some strange reason I often catch myself believing the Gibb brothers and their parents were a Welsh mining family gone - quite rightly, if you ask me! - conservative. (More on the local Welsh Conservatives - soon)
