I have a confession.
I was an angry young Calvinist.
At least I once use to be.
I’m no longer angry.
I’m questionably no longer young.
I am a maturing Calvinist.
Possibly related posts:
- Why I am a Calvinist
- confession of a nine year old exile
- Confession of a 12 year old thief
- Confession of mandatory chapels, dispensational charts, and meeting Jesus at 17
Caaaaaaaage phaaaaaaaase!