It’s really weird how things happen.

Yesterday I was talking about mentors and all that, being challenged to remain real, keeping sight of our original calling.

Today I heard of the sad death of Delwyn in Nailsea. Delwyn was a kind of long distance mentor of mine. While in Nailsea, rarely did we see eye to eye, but we had a great respect for each other which has lasted well over a decade. As I write I feel a certain emptiness knowing that no more will I hear his subtle encouragements, his spot on challenges; nor will I hear his abuse of the English rugby team. Strangely I smile to think that at least he was able to see a Welsh Grand Slam once again – some people would even say that was what he was waiting for.

I am pleased to have known Delwyn. I was pleased that at the age of 70 he took on my challenge to become a cell leader for a group of 14-18’s. I was pleased to see the young people in his group falling in love with him, but also to see the joy on his face at realising that at over 70 he still had something to offer young people.

I have popped in to see Delwyn on my visits to the west country and we have always had a great time. I will miss his beautiful letters of encouragement. There really is an emptiness that cannot be replaced.

My love and best wishes go to Marion, his wife, and the rest of his family – may God be your support. A prayer for them from the Northumbria Community prayer book:

This night and every night
seems infinite with questions
and sleep as elusive
as answers

Pain and longing are always present
dulled only a little
by the distractions of day
I am weary; I am angry
I m confused

Circle me Lord
Keep despair and disillusion without
bring a glimmer of hope within

Circle me Lord
keep nightmare without
Bring moments of rest within

Circle me Lord
keep bitterness without
Bring an occasional sense
of Your presence within

Rest in peace Delwyn