Today, I'm driving to the Black Isle to speak at the funeral service for Grenville. I'll have some companions on the journey, as MRH and two of O's (Grenville's daughter) flatmates are coming too.
It's a privilege to be involved, especially as I only knew Grenville for the last month of his life. Ministry sometimes throws one these opportunities to share in the most intense moments of joy and pain. Grenville and his wife, Helen, came for prayer at the end of a October's 'Deeper' service, and wound up with me, but the connection was made, and I got to visit before his operation and sharing communion with the family after it. He was clearly a remarkable and lovely person. He exuded peace throughout those last few weeks (ministering to me in the process - how would I take such illness?).
Pray that the message of hope in the midst of sadness is heard clearly and pray that we travel safely, as we'll be racing back tonight.