Twenty Years Ago...

On February 9th, 1998, my Dad died, quite suddenly, of a heart attack. His life, and his strong faith had a profound influence on me - I am not sure a day goes by when I don't think of him. I was looking through a box of photos recently - and came across the report of his death from the local paper.

 I just love the fact that the article isn't headed 'local minister dies suddenly' or 'death of well known Baptist' - it just says "Passionate Preacher Stanley dies"
That was my Dad - who had been known since his teens for being passionate about preaching the Good News of Jesus, and who spent much of his life working as a caring, committed pastor.
Even now, I meet people who remember him, and speak of him with such affection.
Last week, Bob was preaching - and quoted something he recalled Dad saying in a sermon. The Study Bible I use when I'm preparing sermons is one he gave me on my birthday in 1991. 
I am grateful that Dad lived long enough to see his three grand-daughters, of whom he was so proud. 

On his 70th birthday, we all had a family lunch together in Norwich. I cannot now remember what prompted this characteristic gesture, and warm smile - but I am glad somebody took a photo.
At his Thanksgiving Service [for which he left comprehensive instructions, including a request for Bob to be the preacher] the church was packed, downstairs, and up in the gallery - people had come from all over the country to be there. 
Dad lived his life to the full, to the very last minute. He was utterly devoted to Mum, since they met in church when they were 15 - and in the seven years after her death he missed her so much. He loved his family, his Church fellowship, his life in Norfolk  - and most of all he loved his Saviour - as Bob said in that service "Whenever he said 'Jesus' his whole face lit up"...what a great epitaph!