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 received a...

One of the sweetest voices in my life will be introduced later on, my Aunt Joan, gave the book, "My Utmost For His Highest," to me upon my graduation from high school. This daily devotional, by Oswald Chambers, was compiled from the shorthand notes taken by his wife at the many lectures and talks that he gave in his short life. His wife, Gertrude Hobbs, (he called her "Biddy," short for "Beloved Disciple,") bequeathed us an amazing gift when she did this. Oswald Chambers was born in...

(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 that would draw...