Monday, February 04, 2013

The making of a Presbyterian

At long last we know what makes Carl Trueman tick. Like most important things in life, it comes down to the fairer sex:

That was the pivotal event in his theological formation. It’s autobiographical revelations like this that key you in to the man behind the mask.

For instance, we could already surmise why Trueman didn’t go the Anglican route. His proud, working-class roots rebelled against lisping, high-pitched, Eton-tutored clerics whose only raison d’etre is to officiate at royal baptisms, weddings, and funerals.

But now we know why he became a cantankerous Presbyterian churchman who wears suede penny loafers, a cardigan sweater, drives a Volvo, and sings the metrical version of Robert’s Rules of Order–rather than giddy, free-spirited charismatic who takes dictation for the Virgin Mary.

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