Back in the early 1980s I was one of the countless students of London University who worshipped at All Souls, Langham Place (I went there in the evenings; in the morning I went to Westbourne Park Baptist Church when it was small and traditional). There I would often listen, rapt, to the measured tones of John Stott, one of the greatest expositors of our time. I recall little of what he said (it was 30 years ago give or take) but I do remember there was one sermon about the God who has come, who is coming and who will come, which I found fascintating and my friends found bewildering... maybe I should have read the signs even then?! Like many people of my age, my bookcase has a few John Stott works on it and, even though maybe I don't always agree with him, his writing is that of a thoughtful and spiritual man.
News has come through today that he has died. That he now knows the fulfilment of the promises he preached so faithfully, I am sure. That he will be missed, I am certain.
As it happens, a book I am scheduled to begin reading includes a chapter by this gentle giant, so there will be a little poignancy in the reading thereof (even if, I suspect, I will take issue with some of what he wrote).
He lived a long and fulfilling life, and I am sure blessed countless people along the way. Now may he rest in peace.
All Souls announcement and tribute can be found here