Doug Wilson talks like a man who knows what time it is. And that alone offends the ones who are still waiting for permission to speak in public. So yes, I quote him. Because in an age where most preachers are waiting for the cultural tide to recede before they build anything meaningful, Wilson is already knee-deep in concrete with a blueprint in one hand and a trowel in the other.
Friendships fracture over footnotes. Fellowship dissolves over phrases. And suddenly, someone you shared communion with last month is now an “apostate” because they prefer a different Bible translation or dared to think that just maybe there is no such thing as a pre-tribulation rapture.
