Over at Zwinglius Redivivus Jim has written to my mother to explain what he feels I am doing.

Dear Mrs. Boer,

While I can certainly sympathize with some of your feelings about Roland’s blog, I must insist that he is performing a dreadfully important service for the whole of Biblical scholarship.  His rapier wit and his insightful ability to gouge out the rubbish of so much biblical studies nonsense is really necessary these days when journals are filled with absolute tripe and PhD students are writing dissertations that examine minutiae but which for that very reason are utterly worthless to anyone but themselves and their own mothers, maybe.

Roland’s program may seem counter productive but I assure you, he is calling many back to core issues and central questions- even if unknowingly (though I suspect, having met him, he knows exactly what he’s doing).

He may not admit it, and he may not even like it, but he is 100% Calvinist.  And that may be the reason that he has no ‘academic’ position- for God has predestined him to something better and higher than simply occupying some staid ivory tower where the only person aggrandized is himself.

So, Mrs. Boer, you can be proud of your son.  He’s doing God’s work.

Yours Most Humbly,



Jim West is a friendly bugger, even if I have a go at him sometimes (for perfectly justifiable reasons, I might add). He’s noted and even recommended my article on idolatry published just in time for Christmas by Bible and Interpretation. Take note all you Christmas idol worshippers!

Jim Linville is in town (New Orleans), so is Jim West, as is James Crossley, but I haven’t seen any of the buggers! So is Stephanie Fisher, or so says Jim West. Actually, I think Steph was in my session on Burton Mack, sitting at the front in bright clothes. I had to run, since it was a mad, mad day. A paper on Bloodthirsty Little brats first, a paper on Burton Mack second, Ideology and Translation Steering Committee third, eating some food I’ll probably never eat again (but fart out for the next day or three) and then indulging in the free titbits and drink at the De Gruyter reception. Wonder if I’ll ever meet them