This younger generation of sophisticated, terminally degreed Evangelicals running Gordon-Conwell and professing there (as well as running most Evangelical seminaries, reformed or otherwise) had never had the privilege of suffering shame as they pursued their degrees and hood.

It was my dad and father-in-law; it was their earlier generation who had suffered in the battle for the authority and inspiration of Scripture, the virgin birth, the penal substitutionary Atonement, regeneration, and a host of other truths sheep cling to and know are inseparable from faith in the Lord Jesus and His Word.

Then there arrived a generation of princes who knew not fundamentalists; a generation who shamed them for being needlessly confrontational, and ignorant to boot.