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Though a friend has already beaten me to the punch on this one, there is no way I can let such a significant moment pass by without at least a quick reference here. Make sure you drop by his family's blog for a more detailed and better written recollection.

As Dr. Moore began our preaching class this morning, he advised that yesterday's sermon by David Platt had him "openly weeping" in the front row of the chapel. Since the sermon, I've found myself wishing that everyone I know could have been present to listen to Platt's exposition of Hebrews 13. His message was simple, but passionate and penetrating, as he pleaded a room full of seminary students whose career goals ranged anywhere from youth ministry to teaching, to pursue Christ to the ends of the earth, risking it all for the sake of the Gospel.

The impact for me spilled over into the library, where three of us sat discussing our own fears and concerns. We agreed the question of foreign missions must be answered by each of us, yes or no. As Christians, there is no mere dismissing of the question as irrelevant simply because our own ambitions are centered elsewhere. This is most definitely one I am going to have to labor over for a while. In the mean time... I'm looking forward to hashing these things out around an old table, underneath the florescent lights of Boyce Library where perhaps the same conversation has been had a countless number of times throughout the history of the seminary.

Listen to the sermon here.

And consider... “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose” (Jim Elliot).

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