A few days ago Bob Willoughby died (don’t have the exact date).
My recollections are of the Willoughby’s in Moose Jaw. This was in my first decade of life, as I remember it. Funny how you remember going across a gravelled school yard to end up at their house. They had kids our age (we had a family of six at that time so the age spread was quite wide!).
Bob was the pastor of our local church. Later he served as a professor at a school I attended. His scholarly abilities were apparent. But I suppose what really impressed me was his pastoral heart which was more than sufficient to take in the deep concerns of his parishioners.
Bob’s stature may not have been that of an NBA player, but in my books he could rung rings around them and stood miles above them.