The eloquence of a quiet man

Some who read this will remember Roy John. He began his working life as a stone mason, graduated to working in the Christian Bookshop in Cardiff city centre and ended his working life as a hospital porter. A quiet man of no particular distinction, he read the puritans and studied reformed theology, loved classical music and enjoyed watching rugby and cricket. His wife Tessa died suddenly about 18 months ago. He handled it with great serenity. Soon afterwards he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He died as he had lived, with unquestioning trust in Christ and believing that whatever God ordains is right. We buried his mortal remains today. It was a good service and the gospel went forth just as he would have wished. The eloquence of his life as a disciple of the Lord Jesus makes so many sermons, my own included, seem like a mumbled whisper.