How do I begin to write about a man who I only saw in his coffin as I stood in line to pay my respects? I hugged his beloved Edith, wife of almost 50 years, and thanked her for their work that impacted my life in such a huge way. I had spent twenty four hours on a Greyhound bus only to arrive in Rochester Minnesota to find out he had passed early that morning. It was May 15, 1984. I had exchanged letters with the Schaeffers while they were in Switzerland. One day when I

(Fair warning: I write this story purely unable to do her justice. I will not be able to convey to you the fierce love I have for this woman who walked me through Old Testament, New Testament, Pauline epistles, Pneumatology, Greek, Hermeneutics and my life for four years in a way that simply defies words. But write, I must. Even though it will fall short.) Dr. Mattie E. Hart could have been a professor any where she wanted. She chose an obscure school in an historic town

Flagler College, established When Railroad Magnate, Henry Flagler, built his breathtaking Hotel Ponce de Leon in 1888, I am sure he had no idea that thousands of students would have their lives transformed as they lived and studied in these rooms. From Italian frescoed ceilings to authentic Tiffany stained Glass, from wood carved pillars and marble steps, from terracotta roofs and turrets to magnificently landscaped grounds, the details of the Hotel Ponce de Leon are an archi