Easy to get out of balance and think you guy's have done very well in expressing that. Hope you will allow a little indulgence.Like Eli, I too was blessed to met Art Katz and even if there are some things I can only characterize as "I don't know", frankly, because I can't but wonder if everybody isn't off somewhere on how things will ultimately end, short of that Jesus is already at the Fathers right hand and the creation still groans, as far as his thoughts toward eschatology go, but the man himself is genuine.I came back from this encounter touched more by who he was in his being, his father like treatment toward me, that sense of 'knowing' in your spirit more than any words that were spoken, though nothing was lost in the translation there of.At the same time there others without 'name' so to speak that have touched me deeply in the same way. Frank, for instance. The dear brother who just got baptized in the park a couple of weeks ago. Even prior to that glorious moment, to look into his eye's and shake his hand. That peculiar paradoxical sense that it's not really peculiar at all.... it's just...brethren, family.Same with so many here. Would take far too long to name them all, but like finally meeting up with Greg in the flesh after all this time, it wasn't "nice to met you", but "good to see you", we met a long time ago on the spiritual plane of things.To go just one step further, those I would like to 'meet'?Would have loved to been able to weep with Ravenhill and prayed on my face with Tozer, followed Oswald Chambers all over the world, sat enthralled under T. Austin Sparks or trailed in the shadow of Hudson Taylor or Amy Carmichael.It's not being enamored so much with them as persons, but the God who lives in them.Fortunately, thanks to this place, we still get to 'know' them and people just like them, with that family resemblance.And one day 'face to face'What a day it will be!