Not many fathers…

A slightly expanded version of my tribute at Brian’s Thanksgiving service on 20th October ‘Thank heavens ‘, thought I, ‘that I don’t have THAT guy for a home group leader!’ It was the mid-eighties, and my workmate was telling me how he’d discussed a complex situation with his small group leader at church in Dewsbury.Continue reading “Not many fathers…”

A Special Event

It’s always sad to say goodbye to an old friend. I find it therapeutic to remember all the times we’ve shared.
But when someone dies in faith, looking forward to meeting Jesus Christ, death loses its sting (as St Paul says) and, through our tears, we can rejoice with them.