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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Monday, March 06, 2006
    Without prejudice
     
    I got home from the funeral of Peter Firth, ex-policeman, local councillor, dedicated churchman, tireless campaigner and top-class fundraiser, father of two people I once had some responsibility for as their youth leader, sometime leader of the opposition across the room from me at PCCs. A man I disagreed with quite often, laughed and engaged with regularly, and always respected deeply.

    Probably five or six hundred people squashed inside St Luke's to celebrate this man's life today. I left invigorated by one of the best sets of tributes I've ever heard, in that mood which comes from wanting to take the good aspects of one who has influenced me in the past, and continue those things in my own life.

    On the doorstep on my arrival, an envelope carrying a letter concerning Christian Aid's East Africa emergency appeal. The sort of thing I usually jettison to the bin impatiently thinking, "I already give to them..." Today, straight online to make a donation. For Peter. Because of Peter.