I just discovered that an old teacher of mine, Arden Flom, died in July. God rest his soul. The article in the Herald (and the tributes in the comboxes beneath it) reflect the profound impact Arden had on the lives of a great many people, and I would like to add my voice to them, for what it’s worth.
Arden Flom saved my life. That’s not an overstatement. You know those statistics you read about teen suicide? I came this close to be being one of those statistics in the winter of 1977. I was an American suburban garage band pagan. Unbaptized, without a clue about the gospel, “without hope and with God in the world” as St. Paul puts it. The previous spring I had graduated from high...READ MORE