Humility

Dave Hunt and my father, C. Ernest Tatham, were great friends for many years. My step mother told me about one incidence when he was staying in their home while spending a few days in our area speaking at Palm Bible Chapel in North Palm Beach. She heard a little noise in the middle of the night so crept down the stairs in the darkness to take a peak. There was Dave Hunt standing in the dim light of the kitchen, washing the dishes left over from dinner.