Like termites need wood, so also unbelief needs the structures of faith that a living faith once built. They can’t get at the wood when it is still alive and growing, but once the living truth has gone through the sawmill of accreditation and become a standardized two by four of truth — watch out. A brief review will make the point — just imagine Fuller sitting in on a few classes at Fuller Seminary, Carl Henry dropping in at CT after reading the three most recent issues, or Thomas Cranmer trying to make it through the homily of the most theologically-minded dyke in the diocese. The word ‘scene’ comes to mind.
Douglas Wilson
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Blah blah blah blah “dyke,” Oh wow, how very shocking. Yawn.
It is just unbelievable to me that certain well-known Reformed pastors continue to publicly associate themselves with a fellow pastor who uses these kinds of words over and over and over again.
Perhaps they’re like Wilson’s followers and justify Wilson’s use of language. (Seriously, it would be laughable — if it wasn’t so disturbingly bizarre — to see the brazen support and self-justification that goes on in that comment section whenever Wilson publishes a post defending his use of slurs.)
Or perhaps they’re afraid of confronting Wilson lest they, too, become objects of his giddy derision.
Whatever their reasons, I believe they will have a lot to answer for if Wilson leads his followers into that dark place from which there is no return. Perhaps they’re already there.
They’re already there. All of Wilson’s followers are demented, gibbering psychotics.
Wilson’s Pavlovian trained acolytes. A confederacy of dunces.