A request, and forgive me for forgetting.
Five days ago was the two-year anniversay of the death of one of the dearest and most important friends of my life, John Muggeridge.
Those who know me well, will know what I mean when I say that John did the miraculous task of giving me back three missing years of my life. Living in his house for nearly three years was like fixing a clay pot that had been thrown off kilter and re-centering it. That's what sanctity does.
Those who knew John, or even met him only once, will understand. We have never known anyone like him and we still miss him terribly.
Those religiously inclined, would you kindly remember to say a prayer for the repose of his soul?
Requiescat in pace.
Farewell John Muggeridge - Dear Friend to Many, Constant Defender of Life, Faith, Truth
John Muggeridge remembered
as a man of ‘national significance’
The words of John Muggeridge
JOHN MUGGERIDGE, TEACHER AND WRITER: 1933-2005