He was an unusual character. Small, squat and very lively.
A group of bright-eyed, intelligent students were gathered around him, crowding out the large room in which we were meeting. There were books everywhere - wall-to-ceiling bookshelves with line upon line, double-shelved large volumes of theology and philosophy, science, and you name it.
He put me in the middle of the room behind a table, a table which had a rather tatty-looking large book on the corner of it. I was there to tell this group of Christians about the new campus Bible study that was being set up in their university and to ask for their support and involvement. To break the ice, I looked up around the room, and remarked: 'I like the books.' His response was swift: 'I used to as well, but then I became a Christian, and now I just love the Book', holding up what I now realised was a Bible from the table in front of me. 'I am a person of one book now.'
