Just got done with Frank’s book Patience With God.
He’s a man wandering about the middle of the battle field. He had bad experiences with the goofiness of high-profile Evangelicals, and then noticed that there is an equal and opposite intolerant fundamentalism on the Dawkins/Hitchens end of atheism. He committed Ham’s sin against his father Noah, revealing too much about his parents, Francis and Edith.
The book was full of I/me/my/mine sentimentality, a grandfather just trying to write his own definitions of philosophical balance. I don’t think he has found ‘it’ yet. The ‘it’ is Jesus.
Just another liberal drama queen in the mold of David (”when I turned gay I saw the light!”) Brock.
So go hang out with your new liberal gay friends, Frankie.