Necessary words from Dr Lloyd-Jones

From his book 'Born of God': Love is not incompatible with respect; indeed, they should go together. It is not love unless there is respect also. Take the sloppy sentimentality of the romantic film. That is not love, that is lust, some silly infatuation. Where there is love, there is respect: supremely, in love to God. Where you get the true father-child relationship, the child not only loves the father, but has respect for the father, looks up to the father and tends to think that the father is omniscient and all powerful and so on. Respect is inevitably a part of this whole relationship.

London Lyrics

 I've been rather busy recently but seeing Lyrics London on Gary Brady's 'Heavenly Worldliness' blog reminded me that I wondered if 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner' would feature in the Olympic finale. As I didn't watch much of it I'm not sure, but I don't think so. If my memory is correct it goes like this: Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner/ That I love London so/ Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner/ That I think of her wherever I go/ I get a funny feeling inside of me while walking up and down/ Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner/ That I love London town. It was written by Hubert Gregg (I think) early in 1944 and sung by Bud Flanagan. I remember some time towards the end of 1945 (I would be 8) walking near Westminster Bridge and suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the song and immensely proud that I was a Londoner - well, we'd lived in East Acton since the start of 1943. But that was because we had survived and won the war. That was better even than the Olympics!