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“Objectivity is a false god, and the worship of this idol is particularly pernicious in disciplines like journalism and history. It is not possible to be objective----although of course it is possible to be honest. By pretending to attain to objectivity, a writer's fundamental faith commitments are not eliminated, but rather submerged----and they then come out in interesting and intellectually dishonest ways.”

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Book:Black and Tan: Essays and Excursions on Slavery, Culture War, and Scripture in America
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Black and Tan: Essays and Excursions on Slavery, Culture War, and Scripture in America

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Douglas Wilson
Douglas Wilson

Douglas Wilson, born on June 18, 1953, is a prominent pastor with a significant influence in the Christian community. Known for his profound theological research and extensive pastoral experience, he has made a lasting impact in the field of Reformed theology. more

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