Baptist origins: questions, yet two realities

A portion of K. Scott Culpepper’s new book, Francis Johnson and the English Separatist Influence (Mercer University Press, 2011) got me thinking about Baptist origins again and the debate that is still raging about this area of Baptist history. Were the earliest Baptists in organic continuity with the New Testament, or were they indebted to the Anabaptists as well as the Puritan/Separatists have been the ruling questions in much of this discussion. It has never been solely a matter of historical research, as the resignation of Southern President W.H. Whitsitt in the early part of the last century reveals. But politics aside, surely the two realities are these:

1) When all is said and done, whatever connection the earliest Baptists had with the Anabaptists, it was minimal. If Anabaptist writings were being read, they were definitely not being read heavily (indubitable proof of this is the paucity of quotes from their works in the seventeenth-century Baptists). What was being read by the earliest Baptists were the books of their Puritan contemporaries. This is a given. This means that the overwhelming major influence on early Baptist thought and piety and praxis was Puritan thought and spirituality.

2) The General Baptists were a minor force in seventeenth-century Baptist life and future influence was provided mostly by the Particular Baptists. Like it or not, this is also a given. If I want to know then something about classical Baptist witness, I need to read the Particulars and become conversant with their thought.

Neither of these affirmations means that the Baptist study of Anabaptist thought is misguided or a waste of time: the retrieval of Anabaptist convictions for contemporary witness may very well be helpful. But it is vital to know that Anabaptist influence cannot be retrieved from the English and Welsh Baptists of the seventeenth century.

A humorous tale of Dutch and Scots English

During the early summer of 1834, a Scottish Congregationalist minister made a visit to the European Continent for purposes of health as well with a view of learning something about the state of religion in Germany and the German universities in particular. Part of his time abroad he shared with an American missionary, especially some time spent in Holland. One Lord’s Day evening, they, with a party of other visitors, found themselves in Rotterdam, and decided to go to the Church of St. Lawrence, which the English minister noted at the time was “the largest in Rotterdam.” They had guides, but this minister and his American friend got separated from the larger party, and, he wrote later, “in a very short time, amid the multiplicity of canals, we lost our way, and had nothing for it but to enquire—no easy task to persons who could not speak a word of the [Dutch] language.” Adding to the problem was that there was hardly anybody on the streets, and the minister observed, “by this time Divine service had begun, and the Dutch are too orderly a people to be found in the streets at such a time”! The minister then continued his account, and a delightful one it is too:

“At length, however, we espied two men, apparently sailors, advancing towards us, and to them we applied for assistance in French, as that which was most likely to be a lingua communis between us. A few words in Dutch intimated to us that we were not understood. English was then tried, and then German, but both in vain; nothing would do but Dutch, and of Dutch we knew nothing. The case was really one of extremity, and demanded desperate expedients. On recollecting, therefore, that there was still one language more of which I was master, and having some dim impression that I had somewhere read or heard of its affinity to the Dutch, I determined to make a trial of it, and accordingly with all due gravity and brevity I enquired, “Whaar is the Kirk of o’ Saunt Laurance ?” The experiment was successful; the men understood the question, and one of them proceeded to conduct us; while my companions, who had never heard good broad Scotch before, seemed to regard my sudden acquisition of what they though Dutch, as little less than a miracle.”

“Notes of a Tour on the Continent during the Earlier Part of the Summer of 1834. By a Dissenting Minister”, The Congregational Magazine, n.s. 11 (1835), 16–18.

Reading Oliver Cromwell: a beginner's list

This past week, a close friend asked me, “What is the first thing I should read on Oliver Cromwell?” Well, without being vain, I recommended my “To honour God”: The spirituality of Oliver Cromwell (Dundas, Ontario: Joshua Press, 1999), for the simple fact that reading an account of Cromwell’s piety enables you to get to the heart of the real man. This is what he was about. Or you could read H. F. Lovell Cocks, The Religious Life of Oliver Cromwell (London: Independent Press Ltd., 1960), which will give you the same perspective.

As for bios on Cromwell, my pastor, Bill Payne, who was a Cromwell aficionado, thought the best was John Buchan, Oliver Cromwell (London: Hodder and Stoughton, Ltd., 1934). Buchan served as the Governor-General of Canada and was an amazingly prolific author, best known today for his "thrillers." There is the more recent bio by Antonia Fraser, Cromwell. Our Chief of Men (London: Weidenfeld and Nicolson, 1973). It is amazing that, though, she is a Catholic writer, she is very fair to Cromwell. When my wife was in labour having our first child, Victoria, I took Fraser to the hospital to read while being with my wife! Not sure how much I read, but Fraser is a good read. But big.

More recently, there is Martyn Bennett, Oliver Cromwell (Routledge Historical Biographies; London/New York: Routledge, 2006), an excellent re-appraisal that is long overdue.

Finally, there is a fascinating book: Jonathan Fitzgibbons, Cromwell's Head (Kew, Richmond, Surrey: The National Archives, 2008), an absolutely gripping read regarding the “reception history” of Cromwell’s reputation in England after his death via the story of his head, literally! You gotta read it.

The confession of an impatient historian

“Make haste slowly” is a proverbial remark that was apparently often found on the mouth of Augustus Caesar, the man responsible for ordering the census that led to the birth of the Lord Jesus at Bethlehem. “Make haste slowly”: I, for one, have spent a lifetime learning the lessons of this proverb. Of course, it is writ large in the history of the people of God. It is there for all to see, but…I am an impatient man. Why the four hundred years or more between the prophet Malachi and the birth of Jesus?

Why the long stretch of the Middle Ages? Whether from 500–1500, the old way of counting it, or the newer preferred calculation of 750 or so to 1330 or so (from the deaths of the Venerable Bede and John of Damascus, the close of the era of the Ancient Church to the birth of John Wycliffe, the Morningstar of the Reformation). While this period is not as grim and glum as found in the reading of the older Protestant divines, still it is a far cry from the glories of the Ancient Church or the Reformation! Why so long?

Why did the British Anglicans experience revival in the 1730s and 1740s, but it took the English Calvinistic Baptists another fifty years to find renewal—when, if God had not intervened, they would have become little better than a dunghill in society (Andrew Fuller’s perceptive comment—don’t take offence, he had been raised on a farm!)?

Oh, I can give historical reasons for these delays, especially regarding the last example which I have spent years delightfully contemplating. But why did God not speed up the process?

As an historian, I should have seen his way in the past and learnt wisdom for my own life. But, no, I was impatient. I hated living in that place of being “between the times.”

But when he acts, it is glorious: the Church’s worship and preaching blazes with brightness like the sun; the eyes of God’s people sparkle and their mouths are filled with praise and they glory in the Triune God and him alone; and the Word of God rings forth and shakes the foundations of sin and establishes righteousness; and sinners are awakened and humbled and brought to bow the knee to Christ; and societal wrongs are righted; and there is a delight in what is true and good and beautiful abroad in the land; and we know experimentally (a great old word not exactly translatable as “experiential”) the truth of those line of Watts: “The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets/before we reach the heavenly fields, or walk the golden streets.”

So: all in God’s good timing—I can but hope and pray that this is that time for Ontario Baptists--and indeed for all Baptists in the western world!

"Young ministers need a guide"

John Angell James (1785–1859) was one of the great Congregationalist preachers of the nineteenth century. His ministry at Carrs Lane Independent Chapel in Birmingham began just after the death of my hero Samuel Pearce (1766–99), whom he seems to have always referred to as the “seraphic Pearce,” a term he probably picked up from John Ryland, Jr. He is little remembered now, though some of his works have been reprinted by the Banner of Truth and Quinta Press in recent years. In doing work on Samuel Pearce, I found myself re-reading some of James’ Autobiography. One paragraph that I came across is quite striking and quite true:

“I cannot say that I was a very diligent student on my entrance upon the ministry. I was not, it is true, a loiterer or saunterer, but my reading was desultory, for want of a wise and settled plan. I am persuaded that young ministers need a guide through the first two or three years of their ministry, as much as they do at college; and it should be an object with their tutors before they finish their curriculum to give them some directions as to the manner of carrying on their mental improvement when they have entered upon their pastoral occupation.”

(The Autobiography of John Angell James [London: Hamilton, Adams & Co./Birmingham: Hudson & Son, 1864, 151).

Birmingham during the early ministry of James was quite a different place than it is now—and yet, this remark, how timeless.

Studying Ephesians, the quintessence of Paul

Back in the late 1990s, when I would be asked about the best commentary on Ephesians, I would have said Peter T. O’ Brien, The Letter to the Ephesians (Eerdmans/Apollos, 1999). It is part of a tremendous series of commentaries, The Pillar New Testament Commentary, edited by Don Carson. I would also have said that D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones’ monumental eight-volume series of sermons on this letter, published by Baker, should not be overlooked in any serious study of these letters. I had also used with profit Markus Barth’ massive two-volume commentary on Ephesians—Ephesians (Doubleday, 1974)—which is great for much of the letter’s detail and background. But at times, Barth’s theology is driving his interpretation, and these two volumes need to be used with some caution.

Today, though the field has mushroomed: among the best commentaries now I would name Frank Thielman, Ephesians (Baker, 2010)—a very impressive piece of work—and Harold W. Hoehner, Ephesians, also by Baker, 2002.

The “quintessence of Paulinism” is the way that F.F. Bruce once termed this marvelous letter—and these commentaries will take the serious student into this great letter’s depths.

I am thinking about these matters because this coming Wednesday evening (July 6) at Westminster Chapel in downtown Toronto (http://www.westminsterchapel.ca/) we start what we hope will be the annual Westminster Summer Fellowship with the study of Ephesians. Come and join us, every Wednesday now through till August 17 as we look at this great book. The time of fellowship begins at 7:30pm. This Wed evening will be an overview of Ephesians by myself. Then, in coming weeks, speakers in coming weeks will be:

July 13, Joe Boot on Eph 1 July 20, Dan MacDonald on Eph 2 July 27, John Mahaffey on Eph 3 August 3, Glendon Thompson on Eph 4 August 10, Paul Martin on Eph 10 August 17, Victor Shepherd on Eph 17.

It promises to be a great summer of fellowship around the Word.

Why I love Pearce, Carey, Fuller, and their friends

Why do I love Samuel Pearce and William Carey and Andrew Fuller? For the very same reason that William Ward did:

“I cannot describe to you what pleasure I feel in communion with brethren Pearce, Fuller, and the Northamptonshire ministers in general; I love them, not only because of their views of the gospel, but on account of their being thoroughly given up, in heart and soul to Jesus Christ, and to promote the eternal welfare of their fellow creatures.”

Being an historian and reading Bonhoeffer

Like any craft, doing history takes time to learn. And it normally involves being mentored by one who is already a practitioner. In other words, to do history, to write historical reflection, to be an historian, requires a process of education that entails a master’s degree and, today, a doctorate. This is not snobbery: it is simply reality. Of course, the internet and our culture’s penchant for immediacy are trashing this idea: anyone can be a historian. Just read enough history books and you can do it. A good case in point is Eric Metaxas’ biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. A big book, it looks like an authentic historical read. Of course, Metaxas gets the basic facts right, but is it good history? In portraying Bonhoeffer as a North American evangelical, has he read Bonhoeffer rightly? The scholarly answer is no. I have read some of the Bonhoeffer corpus—my favourite work, Life Together, a number of times. But there is much I have not read and I am far from being an expert in his thought. But even I felt something was awry with Metaxas’ read of the German theologian.

An excellent overview of the evangelical misread of Bonhoeffer has now been published in the Trinity Journal by Richard Weikart: “So Many Different Dietrich Bonhoeffers,” Trinity Journal, 32 n.s. (2011): 69-81. For an online version, see http://www.csustan.edu/history/faculty/weikart/so-many-bonhoeffers.pdf.

Linquenda and the lack of reality in contemporary culture

My wife has been working afternoons at St Joseph’s Hospital this week. And so I have been dropping her off and driving back through an area of Hamilton very familiar to us: the Aberdeen area just under the Mountain brow. From 1976 to 1982, Alison and I lived in a second floor apartment on 149 Markland Avenue. There are many beautiful homes in the area, each with their own character. But there is one remarkable house I had never forgotten: an old home, much older than the 1890s–1910s homes that form the majority of the homes in the area. It is 28 South Street, is set back from the street and has a whitewashed exterior. What struck me about the house in years gone by was the house’s name—I love the idea of naming homes; if I could name mine, I would call it possibly Pantycelyn (after my Welsh hero W Williams) or maybe Haworth (after my Yorkshire hero Grimshaw) or even Olney (after John Sutcliff) or possibly Kettering (after my mentor)—maybe this is a reason I have not named our home—too many good names to choose from.

Be all this as it may, what struck me about the house when I would walk by it in days gone by was the name of the house, painted in large black letters on the whitewash: Linquenda. It is Latin from the verb linquo, and means “Things left behind.” It is a graphic reminder of the nature of all things in this world: one day they will all be left behind. Well, I thought as I was driving home after dropping Alison on Tuesday, I will drive by the house and see it since it had been probably a decade since I had seen it last. To my surprise, the name was gone and there was simply whitewash. No name and no apparent evidence of the name that had adorned the house for years.

As I thought about this incident later, it struck me: it is not surprising. All that men and women of our culture have is the secular, the temporal, the things of this world. The idea that all will one day be gone or left behind is simply too much reality to bear. So, in this case much easier to remove the horrible reminder and paint over the offensive house name. I could be wrong about the reason for the removal of the house name; it might be much simpler and quite other.

But I am not wrong about the deep malaise of contemporary Western culture: it is hollow, flat, or as Herbert Marcuse said, one-dimensional. One sees it on every hand. Belief in another life and another world, another dimension of reality—I affirm unequivocally the reality of that world in which dwelleth righteousness and the saints and where the Lamb is all the glory—gives a richness and depth to life. In the rejection of God and the divine, our secular culture has taken its cue from science and its faith in the phenomenal—and we are much the poorer. O for the recovery of the noumenal and true spirituality!

Another Carey question: was he right to think about leaving his wife to go to India?

Was William Carey in the right to contemplate leaving his wife to go to India to preach the gospel there? If Carey had been able to ask some of his Puritan forebears like Richard Baxter, they would have encouraged him to do so. Here is Baxter answering the question, “May ministers leave their wives to go abroad to preach the Gospel?” [Note: the question from a Puritan who some suppose to have had missionary interest!] “If they can neither do God’s work so well at home, nor yet take their wives with them, nor be excused from doing that part of service, by other men’s doing it who have no such impediment; they may and must leave their wives to do it.”

I am not necessarily in agreement with either Baxter or Carey, but it is vital to view Carey in the context of his tradition.

Three marks of a true friend according to Samuel Pearce

What is a friend? What constitutes Christian friendship? Here is one answer from a letter from Samuel Pearce: “In our path thro life, tho we meet with so many travelers, & we hope with many who are going to Zion with their faces thitherward; yet, it is not often that we meet with men, whose openness of mind, steadiness of attachment, & spirituality of temper, invite our friendship with…force & sweetness.”

[Letter to Samuel Etheridge, April 20, 1796 in Timothy Whelan, transcribed and ed., Baptist Autographs in the John Rylands University Library of Manchester, 1741–1845 (Macon, Georgia: Mercer University Press, 2009), 83]. I have expanded Pearce’s wh to “with.”

Pearce here helpfully identified three characteristics of a true friend: “openness of mind, steadiness of attachment, & spirituality of temper [i.e. temperament].” The first two would probably be affirmed by Pearce's Georgian culture. The third is distinctly Christian.

Another question: Did William Carey write hymns?

Did William Carey compose hymns? I would have answered no till last night when Jack Chen, the Pastor of the Carey Baptist Church in Kolkata informed me otherwise. I then came across this statement in a letter Carey wrote to his good friend John Sutcliff on January 16, 1798—Carey is describing the worship service he leads and he states: “we sing Bengali hymns, which I have composed, in the style of Sternhold and Hopkins” [cited Eustace Carey, Memoir of William Carey, D.D. (London: Jackson and Walford, 1836), 323].

Sestercentennial book on Carey

I am working with Nathan Finn (of Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary), Samuel Masters (the Rector of Seminario Bíblico William Carey,Córdoba, Argentina), Ryan West (one of our PhD students), Kieran Beville (pastor of Lee Valley Bible Church, Ireland), Chisso Wang (studying at Toronto Baptist Seminary and Bible College), and Jack Chen (of Carey Baptist Church, Kolkata) on a new book about William Carey to be published by BorderStone Press later this summer. It will be entitled Carey our contemporary: reflections on his thought and mission, and will involve an examination of his Enquiry, his preaching in India, his evangelization of Muslims, and the current need of India. We will include his Moulton and Leicester Church Covenants (very hard to find), the Serampore Form of Agreement, and possibly some of his hymns (just found out from Jack Chen about Carey’s hymns in Bengali).

It is being released to celebrate the sestercentennial of Carey’s birth in 1761.

Four questions about missions, the Anabaptists, and William Carey

1.      Why did William Carey, in his famous An Enquiry into the Obligation of Christians to Use Means for the Conversion of the Heathens, in which he made an historical survey of the history of missions, say nary a word about the Anabaptists? 2.      Why did the Continental Anabaptists not send a mission overseas and why did Calvin send a mission to Brazil?

3.      Where were the Anabaptist missionaries during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries?

4.      Was Carey’s mission a product more of the Reformation or of Pietism?

Andrew Fuller's significance in the history of Christianity

The Andrew Fulller Center is named after the leading Baptist theologian of the latter half of the long eighteenth century. Why? Well,  Fuller’s importance for the history of Christianity in general lies in five areas (the very fact that there is the term “Fullerism” in English, I think, says something about his importance. But I leave that to one side).

a.       First, in his apologetic work with regard to two key religious options that developed out of the Enlightenment, namely Deism and Socinianism/Unitarianism, Fuller pens the key Baptist eighteenth century defence of the Trinity and deity of Christ. So good, in fact, is his response to Unitarianism that it is highly used by Thomas Chalmers, the leading Scottish Presbyterian theologian of the first half of the nineteenth century. Fuller shows us a key way classical confessional Christianity sought to respond to the challenges of the Enlightenment. His response to Socinianism is of great importance for it heavily draws upon the theology of virtue and thus connects Fuller to centuries of classical pagan and Christian thought with regard to virtue theory.

b.   Second, Fuller is the central conduit in the first half of the nineteenth century in the British Isles for the transmission of the theological heritage of Jonathan Edwards (1703–58), Ewardseanism, especially this heritage’s discussion of the relationship between “sense and sensibility,” that is, reason and the affections. Fuller’s embrace of the Edwardsean emphasis on the affections as the key to Christian conversion and sanctification anticipates the reaction of Romanticism to the ideals of the Enlightenment.

c.   Third, Fuller’s rebuttal of Hyper-Calvinism prepares the way for his theology of preaching to be the mainspring for William Carey, the Baptist mission to India, and the founding of other missionary societies in Britain, and America at the turn of the nineteenth century. Thus, Fuller is a central figure in the springing up of the modern missionary movement and the development of global Christianity. In addition to being a theologian of mission, he was also an ardent practitioner, serving as the Secretary of the Baptist Missionary Society from 1792 till his death in 1815.

d.    He was a mentor to Robert Hall (1764–1831), the leading preaching celebrity of the Regency era, and, while he would not have agreed with all of Hall’s theological nuances, he did have an indirect influence on the sort of theology Hall preached. It is noteworthy that Charles Spurgeon (1834–92), the Victorian preaching celebrity, regarded Fuller as the most important Baptist theologian of his era.

e.   Finally, as an heir of seventeenth-century Reformed orthodoxy, typified by men like John Owen (1616–83) and Herman Witsius (1636–1708), Fuller carries on a tradition of anti-Arminianism, though not without certain modifications.

Being baptized: do what is right!

 The following anecdote comes from the Memoir of Eustace Carey. On a certain occasion, a lady said to William Carey, “Mr. Carey, I see adult baptism to be quite right, and yet I cannot make up my mind to submit to it. I am very unhappy about it sometimes; I suppose you would advise me still to pray about it, sir?” Said Mr. Carey, “I tell you what I advise, madam; go and do what you know to be right, and pray afterwards. Your prayers will then be likely to give you more pleasure.”

[cited “Religious Intelligence”, The Gospel Herald,  35 (Ipswich, 1857) 206].

The Cappadocians and creating culture

Recently, my family and I had a tremendous vacation in Sarasota. Among the things I did, this one with my daughter Victoria, was to go downtown Sarasota, where I found in a fabulous bookstore, Parkers, on Main Street, a cloth copy of the gem by Jaroslav Pelikan: Christianity and Classical Culture: The Metamorphosis of Natural Theology in the Christian Encounter with Hellenism (Yale University Press, 1993), in which he powerfully dissects the way the Cappadocians created a Christian culture for their day. I had a paper copy: it was great to get a cloth copy. For this book is a gem—and not simply because I am into the Cappadocians. It is extremely instructive. Wherever Christians gather over the course of time, they create a culture. This is inevitable since we are culture-creating creatures. And if we are not alert and vigilant, we will adopt the regnant culture of our society. Either we Christians are about transforming culture or it will transform us.

Case in point: the substitution of Mothers Day and Fathers Day for Pentecost and Trinity Sunday à la my recent post.

Trinity Sunday & Fathers Day, 2011

Today is Trinity Sunday and I am amazed that gospel-centred Christians are more ga-ga over the feast-day of a secular culture—it also happens to be Fathers’ Day today—rather than a key Christian feast. If we are going to celebrate days (and I know that there is no Scriptural injunction here) would it not be best to remember Pentecost & Trinity Sunday, along with Christmas & Easter instead of the schmaltziness of Mothers’ Day and Fathers’ Day?

I think the Puritans would be amazed at the doings of their descendants: the latter following many of the former in the junking of special days like Pentecost and Trinity Sunday, but instead following the lead of their culture and doing all sorts of things to celebrate mums and dads even to the point of centring their preaching on mothers and fathers. To be sure, even the Puritans were not always consistent: they had their Guy Fawkes Day (Nov 5)! But all things in their proper place.

 

1949 and Ontario Baptist roots

Warning: read with generosity, that essential attribute of all good history-writing. And read with Christian love, for I am sure this will annoy some. Roots: historians and quasi-historians are deeply interested in roots. And not without good reason: the past has shaped us and without a history and memory of the past, we have no idea who we are or where we are going. As an Ontario Baptist I have spent much time thinking about my roots in this province. Those thoughts were rekindled when I read a recent ad for Heritage College & Seminary, where I taught in the 1990s and which was the successor to Central Baptist Seminary, where I taught from 1982 to 1993. In the ad, it was stated that Heritage had “roots in Ontario dating back to 1949” [Options (Fall 2010), 42].

1949: a fateful year for Baptists in Ontario.

When I first taught Baptist History at Central Baptist Seminary, Toronto, in the mid-1980s, I realized that my roots as a Baptist had to have a deeper stretch than the origins of the school where I was serving. That school had been formed in 1949 in a break in fellowship between a number of prominent of evangelical Baptists, primarily T.T. Shields (1873–1955) and some of his key lieutenants, men like W. Gordon Brown (1904–75). These men had stood shoulder to shoulder in the Fundamentalist-Modernist controversy in Baptist circles in Ontario in the 1920s, standing for key truths of the Gospel, but twenty years later they parted company.

The reasons for the break were complex as all such schisms are and involved ecclesiological differences as well as personality clashes and issues of power and that old bugbear of human existence, sin—and not just on one side! It may well have been a necessary break, but it was very regrettable and left me, as I researched it, with a bad taste in the mouth. Honestly, I felt our roots had to be more positive than this quarrel.

I loved, and still do, the Baptist body, the Fellowship of Evangelical Baptist Churches in Canada—formed in 1953 as a result of the fallout between Shields and his lieutenants—in which my Christian faith had been nurtured and given room to flourish. But I came to see that my roots had a deeper reach, well beyond the frost of controversy. In Ontario they went back to the Old Baptist Convention and remarkable Christians like John Gilmour, William Fraser, Daniel McPhail—the Elijah of the Ottawa Valley—R.A. Fyfe, Henrietta Feller, A.V. Timpany, Benjamin D. Thomas (or "Thomas of Toronto" as he is known in Carmathenshire, South Wales), and D.A. McGregor. Does anyone remember these saints?

But even with such Canadian Baptist pioneers, I had not yet gotten to the foundation of my Baptist faith (which, from a biblical standpoint, is, of course, Holy Scripture—but I was looking for the recent historical manifestation of those convictions). It was in the mid-1980s that I discovered the Baptist saints of the 17th century, men like William Kiffin and Hanserd Knollys and Benjamin Keach, and to my lifelong delight, that 18th century band of brothers that were Andrew Fuller, John Ryland, John Sutcliff, William Carey, Samuel Pearce, and their contemporaries, believers like Benjamin Beddome, Benjamin Francis, William Steadman, Joseph Kinghorn, the Stennetts, Coxe Feary, John Fawcett, Anne Steele and Anne Dutton—time would fail me to write of others.

I shall ever be thankful to God for that three-volume 1845 set of Fuller’s works that I pulled off the shelf of the library in the Jonesville Crescent campus of Central Baptist Seminary in 1985 or thereabouts. I had found my roots. Fuller et al. were not perfect, but what a remarkable group of men: truly heroes à la Hebrews 13:7.

1949? No, I am sorry, too shallow for this Baptist who longed for greater depth. 1949? No, I am sorry, too compromised with sin for this romantic! (And, please, I mean no offence to the tremendous leaders who founded the Fellowship).

Now, this is ressourcement.