Strange Way – Martyn Joseph

I like the thought of death of Jesus. But I am aware that I only view this event from the perspective of knowing on the friday what happens on the saturday. Jesus told people that he would die and come back again. I am aware of this but on tuesday I am doign teh Scripture Union club on Tuesday on this subject.

I am finding it quite hard to do the subject sensitively. The SU the kick back relaxing break option for these young people. The Pathos of the Death cannot be done well within 45 minutes.

Or can it.
I am spendign tomorrow thinking about it anyway. any ideas/concepts welcome as usual to the appropriate e-mail address please.

one of the ideas i do hvae revolves wround the song detailed below.
On of Martyn Joseph’s songs based on a Stewart Henderson Poem.
(I couldn’t find the text of the poem on the net so you will have to make do with the lyrics of the song instead.)
Strange Way

Strange way to start a revolution
Strange way to get a better tan
Strange way to hold a power breakfast
Strange way show your business plan
Strange way to see if wood would splinter
Strange way to do performance art
Strange way to say “I’ll see you later”
Strange way to leave behind your heart

Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
Strange way

Strange way to hang around for hours
Strange way to imitate a kite
Strange way to get a view of Auschwitz
Strange way to represent the light
Strange way to watch for stormy weather
Strange way to disprove gravity
Strange way to go about fund-raising
Strange way to sing I’m liberty

Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
Strange way

Strange way to test for haemophillia
Strange way to spend a happy hour
Strange way to down a bitter cocktail
Strange way to merchandise your power
Strange way to reassure your mother
Strange way to finish your world tour
Strange way to pose for countless paintings
Strange way to gather in the poor

Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
The world is too much with us
Could we not now just elope?
Strange way to hold us closer
Strange way to give us hope
Strange way