I still miss Glenn Owen. As many of you know, Glenn was a Highland elder and one of the anchors of Herald of Truth ministries for many years. When I first came to Highland, Glenn and I had a few disagreements in elders' meetings. I felt uncomfortable with the level of disagreements, but each time a meeting was over, Glenn embraced me and told me that we could disagree but walk out as best friends. I'll never forget that lesson. Glenn believed that it was healthy to honestly express your disagreements, that it was good to listen to each other, and that it was important to walk out as friends. Friends don't have to agree all the time. There are scores of Highland "kids" (now in the 20s) who would tell you that one of the most important parts of their faith formation was the group Glenn called his "Prayer Warriors." He would get Highland kids together and tell them that he was counting on them to support him with money and prayers during his mission trips. Little did they realize at the time that their funds hardly supported the trips. But Glenn knew that if they gave their meager resources they would feel invested in missions. He would show up every once in a while on Saturday mornings with a hundred or so Egg McMuffins to report to his prayer warriors about what God was doing through their prayers. Several times Glenn would give our high school grads a quarter each with a note telling them that if they ever get in trouble they could call him and he'd be there ASAP. (This was a few years back -- when calls were two bits!) And once, when one of our high school students ran away from home, Glenn searched night and day looking for him. He searched every hotel and followed every lead in West Texas. When I think of Glenn Owen, I think of the shepherd who searches for the lost sheep.