The Grand Poobah of Reformed Theology

You’d never know it from my posting, but I’m actually on my honeymoon. Robyn and I are hanging ou in Punta Gorda, Florida for two weeks. Today we drove to Orlando so we could stand in line for hours at Disney and Sea World in 97F heat. But before all that started we drove to Samford to see R.C. Sproul speak at St. Andrew’s Chapel.

Incredible.

Sproul talked for 45 minutes on 2 Peter 3 with no notes. He’s one of the best lecturers I’ve ever heard (I’m not sure how good of a preacher he is – Robyn and I only saw him in a bible study format).

The only regrettable part of our time at St. Andrew’s Chapel was the middle aged douche behind us who cackled like Dwight from The Office every time Sproul diffused non-Calvinist objections to 2 Peter 3:9.

Sometimes I regret leaving conservative Presbyterian churches for the theological twilight zone of western Anglicanism. What I don’t regret is leaving behind guys who refuse to talk about nothing but TULIP. Yawn.