This entry has nothing to do with hockey.

Hello my loyal reader(s). I am sorry, but I don't have the time to process hockey related thoughts this weekend and I am unavailable during the weeks as I am working at a camp. Part of the reason for my thoughts is the fact that a very dear teacher of mine passed away suddenly last Sunday. I had the privilege of studying under Dr. Colin Smith for a few semesters. Colin, as he insisted we all call him, was one of the top Bible scholars that I will probably ever meet. He knew many different languages, including Hebrew, which I took from him for 2 semesters, and Egyptian Hieroglyphics. He is also probably the only person who ever preached his own memorial service. (A message he preached in 1996 was played. At the beginning of it he even said "This is the message I want preached at my funeral.") Colin never took himself too seriously, and he often told us, "If at my funeral someone gets up and talks about how great I was don't believe them. You know me too well." Although he was a brilliant Bible scholar he could talk to you about anything on your level. If you didn't understand he felt it was his fault. Although I'm sad at his death I can rejoice that he is at home and at rest in the presence of his Savior.