Life is a sermon. Whenever I grab my pen and legal pad, I view myself as a chronicler of the beauty, tragedy, humor, anxiety and ultimate hope that characterize the Christian life. There is a wide range of regular sources for inspiration and example.
I read theology to understand myself and be reminded that I cannot ever hope to understand God. I get my deep meaning from reading dead Germans. Most everything else is entertainment. But it all affects my preaching.
Help, Mom! There Are Arminians Under My Bed! by the Rev. J. D. Hall is a picture book intended to teach children the Calvinist doctrine of sovereign grace. A reviewer at Amazon by the name of B. Ditto says facetiously: “We bought this for our three boys, Beza, Calvin, and Van Till! . . . The joy they got out of this book made me almost as happy as when little Calvin started quoting the Institutes, little Van Till argued for the existence of God by assuming He existed, and little Beza threw rocks at that Methodist kid in his class! I know that God has predestined them to great things!!!” (amazon.com).