Dan Allendar Tribute to Jack Miller
My encounter with Jack Miller came when Tremper Longman and I walked into a faculty and student gathering. We saw about 15 students standing around Jack and we sidled up to the periphery to hear what was so compelling. After a few minutes I turned to Tremper and said, “I’m getting out of here.” We walked over to get some punch and he asked, “What’s wrong?” As a barely believing young believer I had no categories to factor what I heard, not do I remember what he was saying, but I said to Tremper, “I don’t know why I am so spooked, but I think that man could get me to go to Africa.” He spoke with a quiet, humble, burning-ember passion and the haunting, winsome fragrance of the gospel swirled around and through him . . . I have never lost the desire to carry the fragrance of gospel passion I imbibed from him.