On Mrs. Jongke's Porch
The Basis of the Fellowship in Real Time by S. M. Hutchens
I am pleased to return after many years to Trinity, from which I took degrees in the early eighties, and served as Harold O. J. Brown's assistant. Assisting Dr. Brown meant doing things like fetching his lecture notes from a dusty pile on his office floor while he waited for them in front of a class. He had assured me they were right on top of his desk. When I finally found them and carried them in to him, he could not believe that this otherwise upright young man would deliberately lie about their whereabouts, since they were, in point of fact . . .