This Sunday (March 6) marks the 32nd Anniversary of my Ordination. I had been a full time pastor out of grad school for only two and a half years, but the church that called me had a constitutional requirement that their pastor be an "ordained Baptist". Of course, this was just to be sure they didn't get some off-the-wall type in there, but it was brought up when I accepted the call in Oct 1972 that I must stand for ordination within six months. I look at my certificate hanging on the study wall and see the names of some men I dearly loved or came to love. Pastors, seminary profs, college presidents who came to nowhereville in Wisconsin to sit and question me for 4+ hours and then lay hands on me . . Sweet time, sweet memories. God has been good since that day, better than I deserve for certain sure! Anyone have stories, memories of that special day in your life?