In loving memory

One of the harder realities of a sabbatical is that some things happen while you're gone. When we were in Scotland, my good friend Paul Dobson died.

Paul has been the clerk of session during all my years in Clarks Summit. We sat next to one another during hundreds of hours of church meetings, about which he always kept his sense of humor. An expert grandfather, he had a quick twinkle in his eye and a ready joke.

After he retired, he became a daily regular around the church office, weeding our flower beds and drinking gallons of our coffee. We could count on him to remember the previous night's Top Ten List.

I miss him terribly, and commend him to the care of the God he loved. And I share deeply in the grief of his wife, family, and many friends.

Thanks, Paul, for your life, your love, and your gentle smile.