“The religious terrain is full of the graves of good words which have died from lack of care —they stand as close in it as do the graves today in the flats of Flanders or among the hills of northern France. And those good words are still dying all around us. There is that good word ‘Evangelical.’ It is certainly moribund, if not already dead. Nobody any longer seems to know what it means. Even our Dictionaries no longer know.”
—B. B. Warfield, “Redeemer and Redemption,” 1916
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