R. C. Sproul paced and roared when he preached. But by the end of his life he needed to sit on a stool. He relied on his portable oxygen, which went with him everywhere. He struggled with the effects of COPD. He had long ago sacrificed his knees to the athletic field. The years, but especially the miles, had caught up with him. At age seventy-eight, however, he still showed up for work. When he stepped into the pulpit, the athlete that he was burst forth. With passion his