I am an Ass, part II: The Sign of the Cross

[I know what you’re thinking: “Where’s part I? I’ve got to know!” Well, it’s HERE. Consider all your problems solved.] 


There’s an old saying that once someone becomes a Calvinist, he needs to be locked in a box for the next year or two. I certainly once fit that stereotype, and as a Presbyterian PK, it unfortunately coincided with my childhood. I remember bits and snippets of my days at an Lutheran elementary school in Lincoln, Nebraska, and far too many of them involve picking fights with teachers over theology. How dare they deny the sovereignty of God by saying that baptism saves. How could they ask me to commit idolatry by bowing toward the altar.

Yeah, I was an ass as a kid.

(And I pray to someday be less of an ass.) Continue reading