This is one of my favorite stories about my Dad. Enjoy this excerpt about how RC Sproul helped us patch up one of rare rough spots… Sam and I rarely fought. Even as a kid, I don’t remember any face to face screaming matches with Sam. As adults, we were respectable, and we dealt with our few disagreements peaceably. Except one time. I was probably thirty-five at the time.
We had a family member struggling with alcoholism. Sam and I disagreed about how we should approach that family member. I saw it as a Gospel issue, as in, “The Gospel teaches us to do this.” Sam saw it as a law issue, “We need to teach this lesson.”
I don’t cast it that way to say I was right and Sam was wrong. That was just the way we were approaching the situation, and looking back, I think we both had valid points.
But for the first time in our lives, we were barely speaking, and when we did, it was Mom saying, “Hey, don’t you want to speak to your father?” She would then hand the phone to Sam and force us to talk.
Well, I was off at my denomination’s General Assembly. This is when the teaching and ruling elders from across the country gather for worship, information, and some manner of business. Within my denomination is a pastor named, RC Sproul.
As Sam was doing research to interact with me over areas of theological disagreement in seminary, he began to read Dr. Sproul. Sproul made a huge impact on Sam, and in areas where I could not articulate certain theological positions well, Dr. Sproul could. In fact, any changes of conviction on Sam’s part were much more due to Sproul than to me.
So at General Assembly, I was walking around the vendor floor where a million books are sold. Standing in the middle of the walk way was Dr. Sproul. He was surrounded by about ten guys who were lapping up every word that he spoke. I took my place among the circle and waited. Eventually, the business of General Assembly renewed, and one by one, the sycophants all left.
Dr. Sproul turned to me as I was the last man standing.
Sproul has this amazingly gravel, smoke-tinged voice that helps give his wise words authorative weight. He realized that I had been standing for a long time and had said nothing.
So he asked, “Can I help you, young man?”
I told him that he could. I told him that my father, Dr. Thom Duncan, was an avid reader of his book and greatly enjoyed his writings. I then asked Dr. Sproul my favor.
“If I called my father, would you be willing to speak to him for a moment? It would mean a lot.”
He agreed, and I immediately called Sam on my cell phone. Surprised at my call, Sam asked if everything was okay. I said, “Yeah, everything is fine, but there is someone here who would like to speak to you.”
I handed the phone to Sproul, and he said, “Dr. Duncan, my name is RC Sproul. You must be really proud of your son here.” They spoke for maybe five minutes, and Dr. Sproul handed me back my phone.
When I returned to speaking with Sam, he had an excitement in his voice similar to a kid who got to meet their favorite football player. When I got home, we talked about the incident, and our tension was gone. We brought up the conversation about interacting with the sick family member, but this time, all of the tension was gone. We were able to speak in a way where care for the person was more important than winning the day.
Thanks, Dr. Sproul.
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J. Gordon Duncan is pastor of Evident Grace Fellowship in Spotsylvania, VA. This article first appeared on his blog and is used with permission.
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