I hadn’t known Michael Rusk long when he invited me to visit his home, providing me with lemon cake and a lovely pot of tea, and in his unnervingly subtle way asked me to write a book with him. How could I refuse? He has the gift of celebrating and bringing out the gifts of others, much of the time sitting back and allowing them the limelight. Oftentimes his own gifts of wisdom and gentle strength can go unnoticed, but not by me. He has an ability to filter all the memories, myriad notes and bits of information jumbling around in my brain, into a cohesive account told with deep sensitivity. How is it possible to express appropriate gratitude for the friendship of someone who has enabled you to feel you have a positive contribution to share with the world? Thank you, Michael.
My daughters, Zahra and Elva, walk alongside me in this journey of life. It has not always been easy for them, but they continue to encourage me to write and forbear their mother’s eccentricities with patient grace.
Two people who gave me a place in the Church, who took a chance on me and encouraged my ministry in interfaith dialogue are the Rt. Revd. Michael Ipgrave, Bishop of Woolwich, and the Rt. Revd. John Hind, retired Bishop of Chichester. I hope their trust has been rewarded. ← XI | XII →
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