Since speaking at a conference with him, I’ve always done my best to avoid Alistair. But today, a pertinacious commenter forced me to read what Begg said in his doubling down on telling a grandmother to go to her granddaughter’s lesbian wedding.
In his sermon, Begg says:
“I’ve lived here for forty years, and those who know me best know that when we talk theology, when we talk stuff, I’ve always said I am a little bit out of sync with the American evangelical world, for this reason: that I am the product of British evangelicalism, represented by John Stott, Martyn Lloyd-Jones, Eric Alexander, Sinclair Ferguson, Derek Prime. I am a product of that. I have never been a product of American fundamentalism. I come from a world in which it is possible for people to actually grasp the fact that there are nuances in things.”
My dear Alistair, speaking to my own I’m a product of and love, do allow me to bypass nuance for Yankee forthrightness; for fundamental truth.
Alistair’s just a snob doing what UKers never stop doing, which is biting the hand that feeds them.
Brits despise Americans, but the money is so very good. Thus they belly up to the American church and take their money, then loathe themselves even more.
But as they haul in their haul, every now and then their self-loathing peeks its ugly head out. They can’t help it.
Honestly, the above statement by Alistair is what people should note carefully.
Leave Alistair to himself. Let him feed his fat oxen. But you yourself, find a humble man to feed from. https://twitter.com/hashtag/goodshepherd?src=hashtag_click
Of men like Alistair, note Samuel Johnson’s warning: “It might as well be said, ‘Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.’” https://twitter.com/hashtag/goodshepherd?src=hashtag_click