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R. Scott Clark
R.Scott Clark is the President of the Heidelberg Reformation Association, the author and editor of, and contributor to several books and the author of many articles. He has taught church history and historical theology since 1997 at Westminster Seminary California. He has also taught at Wheaton College, Reformed Theological Seminary, and Concordia University. He has hosted the Heidelblog since 2007.
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Sarah Perkins (MSc Business and Management, University of Essex; BA Art, University of Montevallo) is a pastor’s wife, married to Harrison, and artist based out of Michigan. She recently changed from full-time work in education management to being a full-time mom to their son Scott. She is the artist behind Illustrated Theology, also doing all the art for The New Geneva, and enjoys reading, travelling, and remembering and reciting useless trivia.
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I believe Garrick embraced SOMETHING, on the basis of two things I heard or read about him. One is that he regularly attended Toplady’s church.Tthe other is that when a clergyman asked him why he was so ineffective, Garrick told him something like “I proclaim fiction as thsough it were fact, whereas you proclaim fact as though it were fiction.”
Dr Clark, I honestly thought “Oh Gearge!” was Hywel Jones burlesquing an American accent – I didn’t realise it was just your typo!
I shouldn’t type on my phone.
I don’t get this one. Could someone explain. Thanks.
Leslie,
It’s something of an inside joke. Thomas Kidd explains:
The title of this cartoon reminded me of this:
“A mechanic who worked out of his home had a dog named Mace. Mace had a bad habit of eating all the grass on the mechanic’s lawn, so the mechanic had to keep Mace inside. The grass eventually became overgrown. One day the mechanic was working on a car in the backyard and dropped his wrench, losing it in the tall grass. He couldn’t find it for the life of him, so he decided to call it a day.
That night, Mace escaped from the house and ate all the grass in the backyard. The next morning the mechanic went outside and saw his wrench glinting in the sunlight.
Realizing what had happened he looked toward the heavens and proclaimed, “A grazing Mace, how sweet the hound, that saved a wrench for me!”
To paraphrase Hywel Jones to me:
Oh George!