{"id":293,"date":"2007-09-02T22:36:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-03T02:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/example.org\/jonathan-starts"},"modified":"2017-01-05T16:44:34","modified_gmt":"2017-01-05T16:44:34","slug":"jonathan-starts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.garycombs.org\/blog\/2007\/09\/jonathan-starts.html","title":{"rendered":"Jonathan starts at Southeastern"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2007\/09\/100_2781.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-full alignleft\" style=\"margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; width: 313px; height: 223px; border: 0px;\" title=\"100_2781\" alt=\"100_2781\" src=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2007\/09\/100_2781.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> It&#8217;s hard to believe, but my son, Jonathan has started his first semester at Southeastern, the seminary I graduated from only 13 years ago.<\/p>\n<p>This past week I drove over to Wake Forest to attend chapel with Jonathan. He had let me know that a former classmate of mine, Dr. Stephen Rummage, was the guest speaker. So, I went. It was good to see Stephen again, but I was there for Jonathan. As we sat together in Binkley Chapel on the beautiful campus of Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary I reflected on how amazing it was to be there with my son.<\/p>\n<p>Only a few years ago I was a student at SEBTS, dreaming about and preparing for planting a church. Jonathan was only seven years old at the time. I never thought I&#8217;d be sitting there beside him, with him as the student and me just his dad.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2007\/09\/sebts.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-full alignright\" style=\"margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px; width: 310px; border: 0px;\" title=\"Sebts\" alt=\"Sebts\" src=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2007\/09\/sebts.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> We walked around the campus after chapel and I told him story after story of how my experience there had shaped my life. Before we left I saw my old preaching professor, Dr. Wayne McDill, walking by. So, I stopped him and introduced him to Jonathan. Stephen Rummage was standing there with us.<\/p>\n<p>I said, &#8220;Dr. McDill, don&#8217;t you think Stephen did a great job in chapel this morning?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Dr. McDill replied with a raised eyebrow, &#8220;He did okay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Stephen offered a nervous laugh.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. McDill continued, &#8220;Of course, since he&#8217;s one of mine I have very high expectations.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As Jonathan and I walked away, it was a rare moment&#8230; both father and son intimidated by an older man&#8217;s opinion. I told Jonathan that it would be wonderful if he could take preaching from Dr. McDill. It&#8217;s good for a man to be sharpened by an older man who doesn&#8217;t mind being a sharpener.<\/p>\n<p>I said, &#8220;Dr. McDill is tough, but I&#8217;d love for you to be trained by one of the best exegetical expositors and teachers I ever had.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Besides,&#8221; I continued, &#8220;You&#8217;re one of mine and I have very high expectations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s hard to believe, but my son, Jonathan has started his first semester at Southeastern, the seminary I graduated from only 13 years ago. This past week I drove over to Wake Forest to attend chapel with Jonathan. 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