Yeah, Michael Horton came to this town.
Michael Horton spoke about his book, Christless Christianity at a local bookstore (the publisher’s store) and took questions from the audience.
I was there. So was Zrim. We sat together. No, neither of us asked him a question.
I entered a drawing and won second prize: a copy of Christless Christianity. I knew I had it in me. Zrim was jealous and tried to steal it from me.
Then I hung around to quickly say hi to the Hort. Here’s what happened: I shook his hand and then proceeded to say about a hundred different things. I spoke a mile a minute. I don’t even remember everything, it was mostly just me name-dropping and blabbering like: “hey I know this person you know so lets talk about how cool I am for knowing them and how much we have in common because we’re in the same denomination and how long I’ve been listening to you and reading you and that thing you said at that one conference was so spot-on and my favorite book of yours is…blah blah blah blah blah!”
I said a hundred things, he said a couple of things. I walked away immediately thinking, “what on earth did I just do?”
But Michael Horton is a class act and he was very gracious. Maybe he didn’t even noticed how ratcheted up I was.
I know you folks who go to church with him or study under him think that this story is rather silly and that I had no reason to get flustered. You’re probably right. In fact, I know you’re right. But Michael Horton is truly a theological giant and I get nervous around giants the first time I meet them.
My grandkids are going to tell the story about how their grand-pops flubbed up his first meeting with the Michael Horton. Although, by the time the story gets to my grandkids it will probably be that I tripped him, fell on him, and accidentally stabbed him with my pencil. So be it. I have a Horton story.
Come to think of it, my grandkids will probably also tell everyone that I blogged with Steve Zrimec.