One of the fondest memories I have of my time in the seminary were the encounters with Vernon Grounds. He regularly strolled about the campus talking to everyone. In the midst of wrestling with Greek, I remember walking with my head down to class when I felt a hand slip into mine. I turned to find Dr. Grounds alongside me. The conversation that followed inspired me for the years to come. As I was searching my files today, I found this column by Philip Yancey who was also seen on the campus visiting with Vernon. Be inspired.
