Proudly donning Calvin's mantle

Someone took offense at my writing recently, and he (I’m assuming) responded on Twitter with an avatar with the profile of John Calvin. I had written something about loving LGBTQ friends and how I had changed my mind about marriage equality. In his correspondence, he began assuming things about my sex life (which still has my husband giggling).

I could talk about distilling a woman’s voice to her sex life, something that is as frequent with porn culture as it is with purity culture. But I have something else I want to discuss.

The point is that he used that Calvin painting, the one with the academic robe and little fur stole. Calvin’s hat reminds me of some sort of academic beret, but it has a rim and--get this--ear flaps! I love that painting. In fact, apart from his horrifying actions against Servetus, I love Calvin. His grouchy, sarcastic tone. His brilliance. The way he could get his mind around theology and governance. I am Presbyterian, after all. So, it caused some cognitive dissonance to have Calvin condemning me on Twitter.