Think back and remember the people who taught you how to view the world. That taught you what was important, not just spiritually, but in all areas of life. How to look at issues the way Christ would look at them. Their impact might be subtle and hard to notice at first. But when you think about it, it is wide-spread in your life.

For me, I think about two men in particular who taught me worldview. One was a teacher in high school, and he was taught by the other man: Dr. Wynn Kenyon.

Dr. Kenyon served at Belhaven University for nearly 30 years. He taught philosophy, but for every freshman, he taught Christian Perspective. He taught us what it meant to look at the world through the eyes of Christ. Any issue, any belief system, could be seen for what it was through those lenses. We weren’t brainwashed into some cult like many people think happen at Christian universities. No, we were taught how to look at things, ALL things, the way our Creator God looks at them. At least, in what extent our feeble minds could do so.

As my co-worker Beth worded it, “There are 30 years of Belhaven students who learned how to think from that man.”

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A little under a year ago, my then-roommate Stanton Martin and I decided for some reason it would be a good idea to blog.

After a few months of preparation and planning, and after he had moved out and I had learned how to read and write, we started writing. Neither of us really expected the amount of stuff that would happen between then and now, but it’s pretty cool knowing just how much blogging, social media, and the internet in general has impacted our lives.

For example, for a long time, I was Stanton’s “co-worker”, serving as the only sane person he had to communicate with while working at what seemed to be the worst office in the world. Through the power of the internet, we were able to chat throughout the workdays, helping each other survive.

Stanton was let go/fired/something just after a year of working there. Typically, his company would give a little paperweight to employees who had been there a year to commemorate this. Stanton just took one when he left. He then gave it to me, as a “thank you” for being sane.

It’s honestly one of the best things anyone had ever given me:

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