Yesterday on Things Unseen, I mentioned room C-37, my study bedroom in the University Hall of

Residence I lived in during my second year at university.

It's one of the sacred places in my memory. And we've been

thinking this week about places that God has sanctified to us because of what happened there.

And I've been mentioning some of them in my own life because I hope it will encourage you to

count your blessings as well.

Actually, room C-37 has a part to play in this next memory.

I was sitting in it with a group of fellow students from our interversity group or chapter,

and we were discussing the teaching syllabus for the next academic year.

And our president said, Professor John Murray is retiring from Westminster Seminary,

and we can ask him to speak next session.

I still recall my reaction.

Who on earth is Professor John Murray, and where on earth is Westminster Theological Seminary?

Fast forward another 15 years, and I found myself standing exactly where Professor Murray

had stood, lecturing on the same subjects he had taught, and belonging

to a theological faculty half of whose members had studied with him.

I found it one of the most difficult decisions of my life to accept an invitation to join

the faculty because it was in the United States and not in Scotland, and it meant

leaving the place and the people I called home. And it had taken about a year and a half

from the President's first approach to me for us eventually to arrive in Philadelphia.

And that wasn't the end of God's strange providences in our lives.

But earlier when I was a student and had had Professor Murray, I remember thinking it would

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