The old couple’s grandparenting ministry became the most important thing they ever did for the Lord, for it produced England’s greatest preacher. One Sunday morning, Grandmother Spurgeon told her husband she did not feel well. She would stay home, read her Bible, and pray while he preached. When the old man returned to the manse at noon, there she was, sitting in her old armchair by the fire, her Bible on her lap, her head quietly bowed. She was with the Lord. Her finger, cold and stilled in death,