I met Gordon MacDonald in 1965 when he moved to Texas. Actually, I met his son, John in high school band first. John and I became good friends, and it wasn't long before I met his parents. From John's behavior, it was clear that his parents had a strict moral code. So when I met John's dad, I expected a sterned faced curmudgeon. But the man I met was friendly and caring, strict only in his moral code. For some reason, my friends and I gave our parents nicknames. I don't remember who coined it, but we gave John's dad the name, "Papa G.G." Of course, we never called him that, but the name stuck. I heard him preach once, and what I remember was his sincerity. You knew that he was passionate to spread God's word to everyone. And yet, he was not a high-pressure evangelist–just a sincere one who wanted you to hear the Truth. I moved to Maryland in 1970 and rarely saw him after that, but one occasion wad memorable. I was on a college search trip with my son, Vitaly, on the way to Baylor. I wanted Vitaly to meet John, and he was gracious and offered for us to stay with him. Vitaly took an instant liking to John, and Vitaly got to meet Rev. MacDonald for Sunday dinner. Over 90 by then (2011), he connected with Vitaly. We went back to his house, and he got out his saw and played some hymns. He gave Vitaly a CD he had made of "saw songs." When I told Vitaly yesterday that Papa G.G. had died, we were in the car with another student in Vitaly's conservatory. He told her about the saw songs, and he clearly remembered John's dad quite fondly. On that same visit, it became clear he hadn't lost any of his mental abilities or zeal for God. John and I got to talking about high school teachers, and I mentioned that one of them was the only person I had not been able to forgive. John's dad replied, "We'll, it's probably hurting you more than it is her." I realized he was right, but I never realized to what degree. Years later, a pastor made what I realized was an even more extreme reality: "refusing to forgive is like swallowing poison and hoping the other person dies." We have lost a true saint in Gordon Gardner MacDonald, and I am glad to have had this opportunity to honor him. Fred Mayes