I attended a funeral today for a man I had never met. I have heard much about him, however, in the past weeks at St. Andrew’s, Ajax. He had been minister there years ago. Frank died last week, just one month short of ninety years of age. It was a lovely service. The main speaker had been his friend for seventy years. Much was celebrated by way of his years and excellence in ministry. But what was most telling, moving, and important, was that he was a devoted husband and father. And most important of all–a comment I took away to be a matter for some personal, honest reflection–“He lived what he preached.”