The reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medieval-ism, a whole cellarful of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two hundred proof grace-- of bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel- after all those centuries of trying to life yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps- suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started..... Grace has to be drunk straight; no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, nor the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.
-Robert Capone
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