Conrad Murrell | The Gatepost | 1990 A strange vine is growing in Zion’s vineyard. Springing up from the sturdy stock of Calvinism, rooted and nourished by the fertile soil of Christian patriarchs and Puritans, spreading wide. Lush foliage out under the bright sunlight of sovereign grace preaching and teaching. Yet it brings forth bitter fruits of arrogance, pride, haughtiness, and from more than a few branches, a careless, worldly, sensual and lawless vintage. This strange mutation has grown so rapidly and is so widespread, with its branches dipping down and re-rooting themselves all over, that Zion’s fruitful hill is...