It puts to rout the sedate, housebroken deity that masquerades as God in so many churches today. I delight in the energetic power of his mind. He anchors theology in Scripture and tradition while demanding its practical application in transforming culture. I marvel at his embrace of paradox. His God of majesty, who causes the earth to tremble, is also a God who weeps, whose “astonishing warmth and tenderness of affection” is that of a mother giving birth, gasping in labor.2 This is the Calvin I love.
