The time between the 30th of September and today have got me thinking a lot about my Grandpa. Today would have been his 86th Birthday, and while the immediate emotions of his loss have faded, there's a deeper sense of loss as I get used to a world without him. When I was with him I always had this feeling of being with a kindred spirit, someone who felt so close in heart that the distance of age seemed to melt. There is something very precious about being around someone who, in spite of years of pastoral work, still burns with a tangible sense of passion for his Lord.