It's with tremendous sadness I've been told that an old friend and mentor, Peter Fenwick, passed away last night. Peter was the founder, driver and motivator behind Sheffield House Churches. His influence went much, much further than that. He built and taught at many churches across the world.
My Bear, in her mid-forties, has known him since she was three years old. I've known him for at least 28 years. He married us 26 years ago, and took my little brothers ( he was 40) funeral free of charge 6 years ago, and my dads funeral a few years earlier. He married my litttle brother at his first wedding too.
Over the years, he quietly moved us between churches, and discipled and mentored us on the quiet. He rescued us when when the the Christian Free Churches went through a few ups and downs, and never lost faith in us. He used to say "Well, some people are too heavenly bound to be any earthly use!". The other thing he used to say often that made me chuckle was "The only consistent thing about life and churches was change". Massive, massive, influence.
He worked quietly, often under cover and with determination. Heck, I'm going to miss him :(
Anyway, I won't be wearing black at his funeral. Non of this maudlin nonsense. I'm going to celebrate the life of a wonderful, wonderful man.
His family requests that no-one contacts them for a few days, and if someone should, it should be through the Eldership.
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Sunday, 1 May 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Ouch.
Oh. Dear. Me.
The Bear went to yet another wedding party last night. The Bear has a sore head.
Being the kindly chap I am, knowing how much she loves her her grub, I offered to cook her a full English Breakfast, as I'm told that a good meal helps in such circumstances.
To wet her appetite, I explained enthusiastically in glorious detail what I would cook for her, and how.
D'you know, I don't think I've seen someone move so fast. Making some very odd gurgling noises.
Some time later, she returned to explain, in somewhat graphic detail, why she considered I have not, nor ever had, parentage in any way, shape, or form.
How very ungrateful. Well, I had wondered why she's never got on with my mother, hmm......
Insert Wicked Grin Here :)
Never had a hang under myself. Nor, would it seem, would I want one......
Oh, very witty. She's just returned from the supermarket and dumped five 500 ml cans of Carlsberg Special Brew on my desk. 9% proof. And flounced off into the garden. That's the equivalent of 4.5 pints.
Do I detect a gauntlet being thrown down? Sorry Dearest. I'm on a diet. Remember? ;)
The Bear went to yet another wedding party last night. The Bear has a sore head.
Being the kindly chap I am, knowing how much she loves her her grub, I offered to cook her a full English Breakfast, as I'm told that a good meal helps in such circumstances.
To wet her appetite, I explained enthusiastically in glorious detail what I would cook for her, and how.
D'you know, I don't think I've seen someone move so fast. Making some very odd gurgling noises.
Some time later, she returned to explain, in somewhat graphic detail, why she considered I have not, nor ever had, parentage in any way, shape, or form.
How very ungrateful. Well, I had wondered why she's never got on with my mother, hmm......
Insert Wicked Grin Here :)
Never had a hang under myself. Nor, would it seem, would I want one......
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Oh, very witty. She's just returned from the supermarket and dumped five 500 ml cans of Carlsberg Special Brew on my desk. 9% proof. And flounced off into the garden. That's the equivalent of 4.5 pints.
Do I detect a gauntlet being thrown down? Sorry Dearest. I'm on a diet. Remember? ;)
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