Yesterday was something of a circus maximus. For those of you following all this (and there are quite a few), I have been trying to arrange a meeting with Terry Morin for over two years now. When he recently decided to post his affidavits on his web site, I decided that it was finally time …
At Least I Now Know How to Spell “Affidavit”
One of the common assumptions made by some of my adversaries is that I have been very reluctant to talk about certain incidents/controversies in the past (as I certainly have been). But they then go on to assume that the reason for this reluctance is that I am interested in covering stuff up, for I …
A Quick Follow Up
This last weekend I wrote a detailed account of the disruption in our church that happened after I came to paedobaptist convictions. When I wrote this, I did not have certain documents with me, thus preventing me from quoting from those documents verbatim. That deficiency has been remedied, and so I would like to follow …
A Proposal Only
A few weeks ago, I told the story of how I became a paedobaptist. I need to develop one portion of that story just a little further for several reasons. The first reason is that it is just plain interesting. The second reason is that certain details from that story have gotten swept up into …
Boethius Counting His Toes
It appears that I should tell a story. Whenever I refer to the salient facts in this story, one of the things my adversaries like to do is accuse me of “whining,” so let me begin there, with a high-minded denial. I embark as narrator of this fascinating story, not as one who whines, but …
Unasked For Provision
I finished my master’s work at the UI in 1979, and so Nancy and I decided to spend the summer in Vancouver, B.C. where I took a few classes at Regent College. John Stott was teaching through the book of Acts, and I decided to take three other classes as well. Leon Morris taught a …
The Kindness of God
Our family moved from Tacoma Park, Maryland to Annapolis in 1958. I have some fragmentary memories of kindergarten in Tacoma Park, and more solid recollections of first grade in Annapolis, up to and including the name of my first grade teacher, a very pleasant woman named Miss Robinson. I grew up in Annapolis, and have …
Becoming Paedo
After I became a Calvinist (around 1988), a series of events conspired to bring me to paedobaptist convictions as well. It happened on this wise. I had come to an understanding of the doctrines of grace while preaching through the book of Romans; when I started the series through that book I did not hold …
Secret Tunnels
Someday I hope to write a full account of the last two years’ worth of controversy. Such an account would have to cover the waterfront — young fatheads, illegal gambling, slavery, Intoleristas, the bearded lady incident, postmodern encroachments into the conservative Reformed world, Auburn Avenue theology, N.T. Wright, and the Shroud Indignation Support Group. One …
Milk and Bread
My father was a graduate of the Naval Academy, class of 1950. After doing his stint in the Korean War, he eventually resigned his commission to go into Christian literature work with Officers’ Christian Union (now Officers’ Christian Fellowship). After he left the Navy, we wound up in Tacoma Park, Maryland for a short time …