Cancer ward

I have to be careful how I write this post, but I want to share something.

Earlier this week I visited a  cancer ward. It was with apprehension. Whilst I was there I met two very special people, who were not the reason for my visit and neither of whom I had met previously.

One was a woman in her forties with cancer, the other was her mother. They had every reason to be absolutely miserable. Both however spoke very animatedly, and positively, about their church and the support they received from the Reverend Smith down in Cornwall.

They made it clear  that their faith in God was a major part in their lives and was especially important during their present trials. Their impact was considerable, especially on two people I love very much. They were able to witness from a point of suffering and anguish which gave an authenticity to the message which others just cannot give.

I'm not comfortable with a campaign currently being run by the Methodist Recorder called "proud to be a Methodist", but as I listened to this mother and daughter, and heard of their Methodist church, that's exactly how I felt: proud to be a Methodist.