I still remember the words that left my mouth. I said I wish I could go to a school of preaching. I was jealous of my good brother Mike who had just recently moved to attend the Bear Valley Bible Institute. This young man, his wife, and their new born son were headed off to a place I thought I couldn’t go. I had a wife, three older children and the responsibilities to match. My only hope was to attend night courses at the local satellite school. It wasn’t working.