This post was spawned by my recollections of first encounters with the book of Romans as a young adult in college. I hope to recount more of my adventures in that book in subsequence posts.
My years in Portland at Multnomah University in 1968 remains a vivid and cherished memory. Living in Sutcliffe Hall, a building with a fascinating past as both a blind school and former mortuary, was an experience unlike any other. The old building groaned and creaked with a symphony of noises – banging pipes, wheezing radiators – a constant soundtrack to my college life. This "symphony of old building noises," was oddly comforting in its consistency. The unpredictable steam heating, while temperamental, proved surprisingly useful as a makeshift clothes dryer in Oregon's damp climate, a true lifesaver during those rainy months.
Sutcliffe Hall possessed a unique charm. I particularly loved the wide ramp leading to the second floor, with its dormer cozy alcove nooks, perfect for escaping into a good book. The dorm rooms themselves were a delightful mix of sizes – some surprisingly spacious, others quite compact , cell like-a testament to the university's budget constraints, I suppose! Dorm life, despite its occasional chaotic moments, fostered a strong sense of community amongst us. We formed lasting bonds, navigating the ups and downs of several years together.
Multnomah's deeply ingrained faith permeated every aspect of campus life. The university's slogans of the time – "If it's Bible you want! Then you want Multnomah!" and "Multnomah deals in life change, Don't settle for less!" – perfectly encapsulated the atmosphere. My faith deepened considerably during those years. Weekends, while relatively quiet, offered ample opportunities for personal reflection and exploration.
My academic experiences were equally transformative. Dr. John G. Mitchell's Romans lectures at "Fort Mitchell" (Central Bible Church – an imposing structure!) were legendary. His ability to instantly recall and quote scripture was truly awe-inspiring. While I struggled with his effortless memorization skills, his passionate teaching in Irish brogue style profoundly impacted me.
His anecdote about Dr. G. Campbell Morgan reading a Bible book 40-50 times before in-depth study resonated deeply, shaping my own approach to biblical study. My pastor, John MacArthur, echoed this emphasis on repeated readings for comprehensive understanding.
Personally, I found immense solace in Romans, chapter 5, particularly during a difficult breakup year. Its message provided comfort and strength during a challenging time.
Looking back, my time at Multnomah University in 1968 was a rich tapestry woven from challenges, profound learning experiences, and the forging of enduring friendships. Even the noisy pipes of Sutcliffe Hall became part of the soundtrack of my spiritual journey, a constant reminder of the effort and perseverance required for true understanding. It was, indeed, a year unlike any other.
Warmly
Becky
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