I first met Don (and his wife, Audrey) in September 1998. I was an 18-year-old kid just out of high school, coming to Scripture Memory Mountain Mission (SMMM) for what I thought was going to be an 8 to 12 month stint of short term mission service. Camp was starting construction on their gymnasium and I was there to be a longer term version of the volunteer labor helping with the building process. Since Don was the maintenance supervisor at SMMM at the time, I would be working with him on almost everything for the duration of my time there. I arrived at camp Friday evening and Saturday afternoon a diminutive, older gentleman wearing those trademark bifocals came over to where my parents and I were staying and formally introduced himself. The only recollection I have of that visit was that he informed me that I was going to church with his family Sunday morning. But that was how he operated, and, quite frankly, I would come to learn over time that was what SMMM needed in its maintenance department during his tenure at camp. And I was completely fine with that. I was an ignorant post high school kid who was used to someone laying out what needed to be done and saying "I want that done like this." The Don Jordon I knew didn't ever seem to shy away from a challenge. Whether it was tearing apart and rebuilding the rear end on a Kubota B6200 tractor, fabricating a bracket for something out of an old piece of pipe and angle iron, or overseeing and facilitating the successful completion of the largest construction projects (swimming pool, gym, bridge) and building renovations (chapel roof, picnic pavilion) camp had undertaken. Sometimes his fervor to get something done would actually impede his haste to finish a task. I will never forget the time we were digging a trench for a new water line right above an existing one. Not five minutes after Don had finished repairing a small leak I had caused while digging, and extolling the merits of digging carefully around active lines, he hit the same pipe five feet from where I was working causing a hole (and subsequent leak) ten times bigger than the #2 pencil lead sized hole I had created. You can imagine hearing that timeless plumbing battle cry of "SHUT IT OFF!! SHUT IT OFF!!!" over the sound of water spraying everywhere. I wasn't surprised when I learned he had become involved with Forgotten Man Ministries after "retiring" back to Michigan. In the three short years I had the privilege of serving under/with him, the one overt theme in every aspect of Don's life was his faith in God and his desire to share the knowledge of salvation through Jesus Christ with those he crossed paths with as he went through life. His service in numerous capacities in Kenya, Kentucky, and finally in Michigan is the earthly fruit of Don's faithful service to the eternal, living God he proclaimed and loved.