I've had several older men in my life through the years who have helped shape me into the way of Jesus. (To be honest, I still do: Clois, Wally, Grady, Landon, etc.) But there is one I'll never forget. There's just something about those college years that are so important. Jerry Jones was the chairman of the Bible Department when I was a student at Harding. He was also my homiletics instructor. I learned a lot of head stuff from him. But his place in my life went way beyond the classroom. We became friends. We ran together in the evening--five miles of sweat talking about dating, scripture, marriage, preaching, sports. We played ping-pong together. I was better. Way better. But for some reason, he won. A lot. He had no offense. He just stood ten feet behind the table calmly returning slam after slam until I was worn out. A couple times he took me with him as he drove out to preach in revivals at small churches. Actually, I owe him even more. He preached in a gospel meeting in NE Ohio and there met Diane when she'd been out of high school a year or two. He convinced her that she should attend Harding, promising her that they'd find a way to make it work financially. My life is richer, deeper, and more gospel-formed because this older man shared his life with me.