MAKING STEWARDSHIP PERSONAL
When I arrived at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky, on a cold night in January 1968, I was ready for a beginning and an ending. Anxious to begin my theological education, I was also ready to put an end to a painful period of my life. My best friend had gotten married. We had grown up together, played ball together, and hitchhiked across the south together. Now it was all different. One month later my girlfriend told me our own marriage plans were off. And six weeks after that my father died of cancer. All of this happened while I was living alone for the first time in my life. When I arrived at Southern Seminary, I was despondent, alone, and convinced that no one really cared about me except the Lord (and I wasn’t terribly sure about him). Though I had less than $50 to my name, the seminary had assured me that there would be ample aid.…
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