RIP Ron.

Yesterday, I attended the funeral of a charming, octogenerian gentleman - a true man of faith. I was delighted to hear how, in mid life, The Lord had spoken to him for the first time as he looked in awe at The Grand Canyon: the second time was on Fargate in the middle of Sheffield whereupon he went to church to find out what was happening to him. His encounter with the Living Saviour lifted him mightily for the remainder of his life.