He died at 3:30 a.m.

My mentor died, fittingly, at 3:30 a.m. on Monday at age 92. I feel no sadness, only a deep sense of admiration and thankfulness, for Seth taught me, more than anything else, a passion to search the Scriptures in a relentless quest to know the Living Christ. He has marked me so deeply that as long as I have breath to teach, his words will live on and his passion for global evangelism will spread. I feel no sadness, but a significant obligation. My first book was dedicated to Seth with these simple words: "There are still giants in the land." He has now gone to the Lord he served so well, leaving me with the question, "Are there still giants in the land?" Will I ever rise to his superlative humility in service? Will I ever care as much about knowing the Bible? Will I ever sacrifice myself in such single-minded devotion? I feel no sadness, but his death haunts me deeply.