Paul was my neighbor in our office hallway for 7 years. Every conversation we had blessed me. Each time I walked out of his office he'd make sure to get in a "Kenneth, you're a good man." Every time he said it, I was stunned. Why would this godly professor think I'm a good man? I suppose it was because he saw Christ in every Christian. Paul, you, sir, are a good man. Thanks for running the race without faltering, and thanks for finishing well.