Farewell, My Friend

On Monday morning my friend George Dyson passed away in his sleep. George was a longstanding member of my small group, and the last time I saw him was at a group meeting in July, before we took a break for the summer. At that meeting we had discussed the future direction of the group, and my leadership of it. Sensing some doubt on my part, George took me to one side at the end of the evening and offered me words of real support and encouragement. It was typical of the man.

George was a fine man. A kind man. A hospitable man. He enjoyed bowls, he enjoyed travelling, and he lived a full life, but above all he loved Jesus. He had faith in God’s word and God’s promises. He himself described it as a “simple faith” but it was rock solid. And his faith shone brightly through all that he said and did – from overseas mission work before I knew him, through to his volunteer work for Christians Against Poverty in his later years. He will leave a big gap in many lives. Please pray for his wife, Sheila, and the rest of his family and friends.

It was a privilege to know George and to call him my friend. I will miss him deeply. It is some comfort to know that he died peacefully, and that he can now spend eternity with his Father.