When Dad went back to seminary in 1947, to finish work that had been interrupted in 1926, he was of course appreciably older than his class mates. Usually, he said nothing when they spewed their modern gibberish. Occasionally, the gibberish simply got too inane to tolerate.
Like the time when some of 'em were "explaining away" the miracles (they couldn't be miracles if they could be explained, don'tcha know). They came to one miracle that they couldn't think of a way to "explain," so they concluded that it hadn't actually occurred.
"You mean to say," Dad asked, "that if you can't explain it, God couldn't do it?"
Shhhhh-boom! Silence.
So many people try to fit God in their little box. "Professing themselves to be wise they became fools".
