So I spent my morning responding to another crazy north westerner named Justin so there will be no new posts (apart from this one) until I get back this afternoon from another shoot. He’s not the Pullman Wa, baby, wah wah Justin from long ago.
He’s a new Justin, with the same old take on Van Til … no one understands Van Til unless you’re a Christian … which basically means Christians admit how much of a failure Van Til is. If no one understands him except a believer, what’s the point?
I clearly showed how astute I am not in my review. Clearly. I would love you to point out my failures, too. It’s fun.
How people, like new Justin, spend so much time arguing about a book that they clearly haven’t read, I don’t know. He ripped out of the gate clearly showing he hasn’t read Van Til’s “Why I believe in god,” and then demonstrates over and over ad nauseam that he hasn’t picked up the 16 pages of complete nonsense.
Van Til clearly establishes that he suffered from aural hallucinations and lived in a fantasy land.
I have to run out the door with camera in tow. If it’s snowing by you, go play outside. It’s like nature is dressing the world in a wedding dress and it’s your job to rip it up and pour mud all over it.