Roman Catholics are not immune...

Top of the morning to you! This past week, I received this e-mail solicitation from John MacArthur. Or was it Chuck Swindoll or Al Mohler?

Oh, alright. Same verse just a little bit worse. The solicitation was from my Tridentine (Latin) Mass Roman Catholic friends who published Joe Sobran until he died. They're holding a conference on the coming persecution, which I'm very much in favor of conferences examining. For many years I've been saying to Christian parents that we need to be raising our children to suffer for their faith. Not to be rich and well-educated and successful, but to suffer for their faith.

So when I scanned down the ad and hit the venue, I laughed and forwarded it to my family. Reminds me of Wheaton a decade and a half after its storied Auca Indian martyrs burnished the image of Wheaton as a conservative Christian college. At the time I was going to Wheaton Christian Grammar School with all my Van der this and Van der that classmates from  the CRC church just down the block. All of a sudden, a magnificent building began rising from the ground in the large lot next door to the school...

It was Wheaton's newest thing with a huge recreational basement with ping-pong and pool tables, lots of snack machines, huge open spaces to hang out. Upstairs was a very large entryway and lobby with light pouring in from huge windows... Everything was state of the luxury. Every two rooms shared a full and private bathroom between them. And yes, the dorm was coed. So very progressive at the time.

Dad suggested Wheaton post this Bible verse over the dorm's front doors: "...endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ" - 2Timothy 2:3.

Monterey? Oh yes, I can do Monterey! You betcha! What a setting to prepare for persecution.

By the way, Clearnote Publishing is bringing out a new edition of Herbert Workman's Persecution in the Early Church. It's foundational for any man committed to living in a discerning way in this present wicked world. When it comes out, you must get it and read it. It's required reading in Clearnote Pastors College.

Tim Bayly

Tim serves Clearnote Church, Bloomington, Indiana. He and Mary Lee have five children and fifteen grandchildren.


Just one small correction that has actually nothing to do with the main point of your article: Fischer Hall was an all male dorm when I lived there during the 66-67 and 68-69 academic years. It didn't become coed until the early 70s.

I must admit that I enjoyed the comforts of Fischer Hall. I didn't find that Fischer offered so many amenities as to become a distraction from work. I think that it had a more productive atmosphere than the more spartan Saint Hall where I spent the 67-68 school year.

Your point is nevertheless correct. We spend so much time now chasing luxury that we don't have enough time or energy for what is really important. (I hate to admit how much time my wife and I spent looking for the right art work to hang above the couch.) Dorms today offer students so much that they seem to spend their time doing everything but studying. I came to hate the palaces they were building to house students by the time I retired last May.

P.S. Were you the little guy who seemed to always be outside causing trouble across the street at Wheaton Grammar in 66-67?

Dear Roger,

Thanks for the correction. Did you know my cousin, John DeWalt? He lived in Saint around that time.


Great minds, eh? I looked at the ad before I read your post and thought, "Monterey? Nice work if you can get it".

Random thoughts:

Fischer was constructed in the shape of a U, with the arms facing away from campus. So in '77 when I was there it was the "freshman dorm", and male students would put their boom boxes in the window and blast the coeds on the other side. Unfortunately, the women responded in kind, and the poor Wheaton residents at the focal point of this acoustic horn had to call the campus police.

Floors in Fischer hall were supposed to develop some sort of class unity, by finding a motto and all wearing similar colored T-shirts with the motto on it. I think it was supposed to be a Bible verse. The coeds on 3E, if I recall correctly, had picked a snazzy brown T-shirt with small print that read "I am God's plan for your life."

Our class set the record for the lowest GPA and the highest marriage rate at the time. Unfortunately, the divorce rate was spectacularly ordinary.

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