les Davey de France

Alan and Pat live and work in Bordeaux. Alan is a pastor and Pat was a nurse. Now we work with UFM worldwide. Read on! (If you'd like to know what took us to Bordeaux, then start with the archives from September 2004)

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Reading and stuff

I used to read the Telegraph online. Used to. Well, I still do. Sort of.

Well what happens is that every day the Telegraph sends me an email of its headlines - a little customized according to my interests - and then I can click on whatever story I'd like to read. It gives me about 8 to 10 headlines, I think, that could conceivably draw my attention, and I click on two or three.

EXCEPT that the Telegraph only gives me a certain limited number of stories that I can read without taking out a subscription. After I pass this limit I kick and it says "Oh no, buster ! You want to mug up, first you cough up!"

What this means is that :

1) I have to look on Flipboard to see if the Telegraph story will appear there, because Flipboard doesn't seem be limited in this way.

2) I read the story on my mobile phone, because that's not limited, either.

3) I have started getting the Guradian headlines sent me as well.

Where I read this article about TED...

 Now don't get me wrong. I do love lots of TED talks.

But the article is very wrong and very right about something. He says that this style of presentation, this type of culture of reflection, is a recipe for civilizational disaster.

I think he's right about civilizational disaster, but wrong because it isn't a recipe, it's a symptom.

Read the article, then ask yourself whether this applies in our current Christian culture.

I think it does. We've slipped from a culture of persuasion into a culture of inspiration. It's HollyCross.

It ties in with another little snippet I read yesterday, where someone was proposing the Christian neologisms for 2013.

One was john-sequitur.

The definition. A logical consequence which would not be true were it not presented by John Piper.


What are the answers ? To reset the focus on truth lived out in community. The Bible, the people of God, relating together, reaching out, sustained by local pastoral ministry.

Friday, December 27, 2013



Monday found Gwilym and I in a mobile phone repair place getting Gwilym's Christmas present fixed. Oh well. Then hurtling round the Simply market supermarket just next door for last minute supplies - the things we'd forgotten, such as extra chicken for Christmas Eve, meat for Christmas Day...

Christmas Eve our meal with our ex-naighbour went very happily.

Christmas Day the family was augmented by just one person, a couch-surfer who's borrowed a flat for the Christmas period. Gwilym found some pieces of beef that were reasonably priced, then reduced to half-price, so we got them, then started to worry about what to do with them.

They looked like steak, but the label just said "viande bovine" (cow meat) in that especially appetizing way... I decided to throw caution to the wind and cook it briefly in a very hot frying pan after anointing with olive oil, mustard, salt and pepper. We found the steak knives (!) and had the steak with chips. It was very good indeed ! Dessert was Christmas Eve Chocolate log and Mint Spies with mincemeat made from the excellent Sorted recipe, slightly adjusted for taste and availability...

The Queen. Doctor Who. Scrabble. Jenga. You know how it goes.

Yesterday, Boxing Day, it occurred to us that we ought to get on and write our Christmas letter, so we applied ourselves as one man to the task and sent it out to everyone up to I. J onwards will follow today.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Wise Man, G K Chesterton

Step softly, under snow or rain,
    To find the place where men can pray;
The way is all so very plain
    That we may lose the way.

Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore
    On tortured puzzles from our youth,
We know all labyrinthine lore,
We are the three wise men of yore,
    And we know all things but the truth.

We have gone round and round the hill
    And lost the wood among the trees,
And learnt long names for every ill,
And served the mad gods, naming still
    The furies the Eumenides.

The gods of violence took the veil
    Of vision and philosophy,
The Serpent that brought all men bale,
He bites his own accursed tail,
    And calls himself Eternity.

Go humbly…it has hailed and snowed…
    With voices low and lanterns lit;
So very simple is the road,
    That we may stray from it.

The world grows terrible and white,
    And blinding white the breaking day;
We walk bewildered in the light,
For something is too large for sight,
    And something much too plain to say.

The Child that was ere worlds begun
    (…We need but walk a little way,
We need but see a latch undone…)
The Child that played with moon and sun
    Is playing with a little hay.

The house from which the heavens are fed,
    The old strange house that is our own,
Where trick of words are never said,
And Mercy is as plain as bread,
    And Honour is as hard as stone.

Go humbly, humble are the skies,
    And low and large and fierce the Star;
So very near the Manger lies
    That we may travel far.

Hark! Laughter like a lion wakes
    To roar to the resounding plain.
And the whole heaven shouts and shakes,
    For God Himself is born again,
And we are little children walking
    Through the snow and rain.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas meals

What with us being in France and stuff it means we have two Christmas dinners, but neither is very traditional.

This evening we have our French Christmas meal with our old neighbor, Joëlle and her family.
On the menu:

Apéro, entrée : we don't know yet, it'll be brought by our neighbour, but it will probably be fishy and gloopy, like oysters or something. It was foie gras with pain d'épices and a nice sweet Cadillac white.

Plat : Escalope de poulet avec sa sauce aux champignons (i.e. the brilliant Campbell's soup recipe) et ses legumes. This worked wonderfully well, as always.

Fromages : Assiette de fromages affinés. You have to have them, but hardly anyone ate any.

Dessert : Farandole de fantaisies festives (Mince pies and an ice-cream log) Our neighbour brought a delicious mega-chocolate log from a patisserie, so our ice-cream log stayed in the freezer.

We've been given some really nice wines this year, but we could do with something fizzy.
I'll have to hunt later.

(For the other wines I might just line them up and let our neighbours choose which one we open. I'd be SURE to get it wrong.) They chose the Bandol, so we still have the Cotes de Blaye

The meal went very well with a good opportunity to talk happily with some progress

Tomorrow we have our family Christmas meal :

Apéro, entrée : skip that, let's get on with it, shall we !

Plat : filet de boeuf that Gwilym spotted in the supermarket (on offer AND 50% off) quite possibly avec ses frites.. We'll see who wins the great vegetable battle. I flash-fried the beef steaks and they were really very good. We had steak-frites, as I thought we would.

Dessert : Pat plans a trifle. More mint spies. We continued to attack the log from yesterday. It is an eight-portion log, but very rich. So far it's done at least 12 portions !

Monday, December 23, 2013

Christmas Sunday

I scuttled off to catch the no 4 bus (what would we do without the no 4 bus!) and pick up the auto cool car to go off to Anglade for the service. Gwilym was duty musician at Cenon - all the other musical types have left for cooler climes - so we dropped him off on the way.

We wondered what to do about the songs, etc. Anglade has a fine electric piano and Catrin could have played, but we decided to take the magic music machine - the Christian Hymns II mp3 files, my computer and our bluetooth speaker. 

O come all ye faithful = O peuple fidèle
Angels from the realms of glory = Des anges dans nos campagnes
Hark the Herald = Ecoutez le chant des anges
Silent night = Voici Noël.

It worked very well, though we had a false start because people started singing lustily and with a good courage in the introduction for O Peuple Fidèle. Once they get going there's no stopping them, so I had to let the intro finish, the folk stop, then say "That was the intro, now we start".

The folk sang with gusto, prayed with joy, read with intelligence, listened with enthusiasm.

We were 18 people, the most I've ever seen at Anglade.

Afterwards a brief time of hugs and kisses, then we rearranged the benches and tables for the meal together. A pot au feu of ham and beef with potatoes, carrots and leeks. First the broth is served, and very good it was, too. Then the vegetables come out piled up on one plate and the meat on another. It looked like Desperate Dan's Pig and Beef Stew and tasted very good indeed. The pot au feu was followed by cheese, then squelchy, gooey cakes. I was sat opposite George our ancien combattant, who was in good form, telling us stories, making jokes, reminiscing and doing word play. It was a very happy time.

We left to return to Pessac and return the car. The sun was shining through the windscreen and I was pretty sleepy, but we escaped certain death on the roads and I got my head together a little for the evening. 

The English Service was going to be a small affair. Most of our regulars have flown to cooler climes for their family festivities, so we anticipated being perhaps 8 to 12 people. Just in case we brought a plastic table in from the garden. Pat had concocted a bolognaise sauce for spaghettis. I had a brief talk ready that allowed time for discussion - more Bible study than sermon, really.

Then folk arrived - and by the time we finished we were 23. Two families came who can't normally come because of the evening meeting-time. It's school holidays. I had three points to my study, then thought of a fourth - even more important - but didn't write it down, mainly because I was feeling a bit dopey... Well, of course, I couldn't remember what my fourth even more important point was... Then it came to me. Thankfully. People were happy to discuss my points, which were - The toddler who is God, Worship him, Give to him, Receive great joy from him. 

We sang Christmas songs again and then ate the bolognaise, now bulked up a bit with some red kidney beans! and nice gooey cakes to finish.

I talked with some folk about scheduling and timetabling and so on. We could do with a general discussion before taking decisions. 

All in all a happy, joyful, gooey, cakey, worshipful Sunday.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Things that are good, and Things that are essential

This is just something that's stewing away, but I think we have a tendency to confuse things that are good for Christians to do, and things that are essential for Christians to do, that is, that are of the essence of being a Christian.

This little ponder, muse, reflection was provoked by something what I read in an article by a person who had, for some reason, been prevented from attending church for some time. When they resumed attendance they wrote something that I thought was a prime example of cart / horse spatial confusion. They said :

Sermons are complementary to your daily Bible reading.

If you want you can pick this up and run with it. I don't have time to write about this till early next week, but for me it provokes LOTS of reflection, biblical, historical, geographical, personal, ministerial...

Thursday, December 19, 2013

When extreme positions seem eminently sensible

I once witnessed a conversation that went like this :

A. There are so many true stories in the world we decided not to expose our children to anything fictional or made-up.

B. So do you think that Jesus knew the sower who went out to sow, and the name of the prodigal son?

Jesus made up stories. The Bible has lots of made-up stories. We can usually tell fact from fiction, though sometimes one does need to ask, "Is this a true story?"

I mention this in connection with two things :

Firstly, the whole discussion of Santa Claus, Narnia, trees, etc...

Secondly, to point out that nobody who belongs to a crazy extreme sect says to themselves "Here I am in this crazy extreme sect." From the inside the sect seems logical and the rest of the world seems crazy.

And here's the scary thing. There's a spectrum. Sometimes groups of people go nuts to a greater or lesser degree, but the people inside the group can't tell...

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Sunday arrived bright and sunny

we went on a visit to Pessac Baptist Church, the nearest church to us and the easiest to get to - just no 44 bus to Unitec, then walk to the church. I introduced Pat and Catrin to the bus driver, who I had seen three times this week, the first time in the company of a lady who he assumed was my wife but in reality I had just met her for the first time. Funny the impressions people get...

Anyway after the service, where we sang Christmas Carols with great gusto,, we hustled back home ready for Gwilym, Sally and Harriette to arrive for lunch of quiche, salad etc...

Quiches out, turkey in. We'd hunted in the the carcass for the giblets and found only the neck, so we replaced it with halved clementines, enclosed it in foil then popped it in the oven for an improbably short 3 hours, which on our oven means pressing the button three times...

Three LONG hours later out came the turkey, impeccably cooked. As I carved it I found the giblets, tucked under the skin at the neck end... Oh well.

Move the tables. Observe. Move the tables again. ... Hmm. That will do. Place chairs. People start to arrive with festive food. One couple were fashionably late. It's Christmas, we'll wait for them.

Joy to the World, Hark the Herald, See Amid the Winter Snow, Joy has Dawned upon the World. Matthew 2 - The kings and the King ! Then festivities.

Monday morning we were like wet rags.

Saturday frolics

began with printing out leaflets for the Carolsfest. One of the BIG drawbacks of the Mac - I think the only drawback, really, is that the Windows printer driver for my printer allows automatic printing of booklets from an A4 document. It's GREAT and as easy as pie. But the mac driver doesn't have the same options.

However in OpenOffice there was the option - print as a brochure ! The interaction with the driver options was a bit complicated ) I got one good copy off so I used that to copy the rest. Did 30 copies. Thought we'd need 25.

Then three wise men arrived from the east bearing gifts of Turkey, Bandol and tinned Pumpkin pie, the east in this case being Marseille. Lunch, talk, then off they went to central Bordeaux. I washed up and tidied everything away then scurried off to the second half of Trombone Christmasfest at Gambetta.  I was greeted like a returning war-hero, played like a short-sighted idiot and then chatted with Big Band members about why I am not there at the moment... It was all great fun !

A cavalcade of motorbiking Santas made a cheery sight. The buses home were stuffed fuller than any turkey you ever did see and the roads were blocked with happy, festive shoppers enjoying the fine wintry weather, so I was glad to arrive home.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Book Review - The NEW CALVINISM Considered - A personal and pastoral assessment

First some necessary statements :

1) I received the book free in electronic format in return for producing a review. I am not required to write a positive review.

2) I know Jeremy personally : we spring from the same theological stock, I married his baby-sitter. I wanted to say that my wife used to dandle him on her knees, but she tells me this isn't strictly true. But Jeremy did buy a flat from us.

You can hear Jeremy in an Interview with the inimitable Shaun Tabatt here.

So this is a friendly review. However, sometimes they're the worst. OK. Here we go.

I do welcome this book. It addresses some issues that have been troubling me for some time. Issues like :

Tribalism. How do we understand and relate to all the various tribes that now exist? Jeremy names but some. T4G, TGC, ACE, 9Marks, R21, SGM, A29, Resolve, City to City, Porterbrook, etc. etc. I was thinking just a few days before starting this book that it would be good to have an infographic relating these different groups and the personalities at their core. After all, with all these TLAs (Three Letter Acronyms) I think I can be forgiven for having my HIS (Head In a Spin).

Since the earliest days of my Christian walk I have been confronted with this tribalism. I began my pastoral training in the early 1980s in a group so narrow that only one church really belongs to it. Maybe that's OK, but the missiles thrown at every other group were not. A plague on all your houses! is neither good Shakespeare nor good grace!

Jeremy talks about groups that unite around a central truth, and groups bounded by common convictions. These things need discussion, and with real humility. Firm, well-defined theological convictions held in common do not sufficiently protect against tribalism and division, or there would not be all these presbyterian denominations all adhering to the Westminster standards, would there?

Is a non-tribal catholicity of spirit possible? I hope so, and I hope I have seen some examples in my brief but blest life.

The Charismatic non-question. I must have blinked and missed something, but all of a sudden the Charismatic issue was no longer an issue. When? Who decided? Was there a proclamation or something? I know that John MacArthur Junior's "Strange Fire" conference ruffled a little feathers, but honestly, how long can we ignore the elephant in the room ? (Oops !)

What does it mean to be Calvinist? Another question that has exercised my poor little grey cell recently has been this whole question of the word "Reformed". Who has the right to define who is and who isn't reformed. I think it was Jeremy himself, as a card-carrying Reformed Baptist who found himself argued out of existence in a brilliant burst of logic by some Presbyterian brothers and collaborators.

The Law and the Gospel. An old calvinist (Presbyterian) colleague and I were chatting on a journey. After a while he said, "I don't know if I could work in a Lutheran team." My reply was that he certainly had a strong old Law-Gospel opposition going on in his thinking. We'll never lay this question to rest, it'll run and run. The discussion continues.

I do have one or two questions to ask Jeremy.

How do you decide who is a New Calvinist and who is just a plain old vanilla flavour calvinist ? Some of the people in your list look pretty ancient to me. Does someone become New Calvinist by embracing the doctrines of grace (the 5 points), or can an old calvinist become New by speaking at a conference, or blogging on one of the mega-blogs or whatever? I know it's a hard question to answer, because by its nature the movement is a bit fuzzy round the edges, but I do think it's a serious question.

Then, and I do say this as a friend, Jeremy, please work on your prose. Work on writing short sentences using short words. Read Fowler. He'll help. Get a nasty editor to help you with your writing.  Use one of those tools for hunting down the fog. Look, here's one of your sentences : Where there are no aberrations which genuinely compromise these commendations (and there are many instances in which our assessment can and should be substantially positive) and where there exists significant overlap, or where there are common causes in which we can, without conceding anything weighty, properly cooperate, I believe and hope that with mutual affection and respect we can stand together on matters of first importance and shared interest. No. No, no, no!

Then something a bit more general. Perhaps when raising questions with people it's best to address them, rather than to speak about them in the third person. I sense already some ruffled feathers in the blogosphere about your book. I think you have generally been very fair. But imagine that you're in a room of people and they start discussing Jeremy, and his good and bad points. In the third person. Talking about you, not talking to you. It's actually quite rude! Is it possible for us to address our brothers directly, irenically, in a kindly, brotherly way in our books, such that they may disagree with the points we make, they may want to argue with us or even say we were unfair, but at least they'll know we are talking to them, not about them...

The New Calvinism. What will it become? Please God let us all grow in grace and in knowledge, in love and in holiness, in faithfulness and service, in likeness to Christ!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Soutenance de thèse

Annie was defending her PhD thesis today. It's a public defense, so I went along and sat with the Chinese at the back of the room, just in front of the other PhD students, Annie's colleagues.

I was very happy to understand basically what she was talking about - essentially about creating different substrates for stem-cells to bind to and to begin differentiating into bone cells. The techniques for detecting the results were largely greek to me - like confocal doodahs and stuff. But essentially what she was working on was not hard to grasp if you had at least a very basic knowledge of cell biology.

Then we all had to leave the room while the jury deliberated. I am sure they played a round of cards, because in a neighboring building a buffet was already prepared to celebrate and the doctorate certificates were printed ready for signing, but anyway after some 10 to 15 minutes were all called in and, all standing, the president read out the procès verbal of the jury, conferring her doctorate on Annie.

Hip hip ! Hurrah !

Lots of speeches by everyone thanking everyone else. Then off for a buffet and to chat.

Bravo Annie ! Bravo !

Sunday, December 08, 2013

Wow ! Providence again !

So this morning we dispersed, we Daveys...

Pat and Catrin hied them to the Eglise Libre de Pessac, taking the No. 44 all the way.

Gwilym was off to Lormont, while I directed my steps to the centre of town and the Temple du Hâ.

The Temple du Hâ is right in the middle of Bordeaux near the cathedral and is part of the United Protestant Church of France, recently formed from the merger of the Reformed Church and the Lutherans.

I was surprised to be greeted by my music friend, Seb, who I didn't recognize in different surroundings and clothed in a natty suit. "You're protestant ?" He explained that his better half is protestant and that they were there to get their daughter baptized.

I haven't seen Seb for a couple of months at least, so it was great to catch up with him.

The service was interesting - conducted quite quickly with usually no announcement of hymns and canticles - the organ would launch off and you jolly well kept up. Or not, as the case may be. We didn't sing a psalm, which I was a bit disappointed about. I'd rather like to learn a few more of the nice French psalms with their jerky, jaunty, irregular rhythms that caused them to be nicknamed "Geneva jigs".

The sermon was on Isaiah 62, watchmen on the walls of Jerusalem, and how we should be watchmen, and the preacher had the fastest delivery I ever remember hearing. After she finished I thought "Phew!".

The city was beautiful this morning, cold and sunny. Very cold.  

Parsifal at the cinema

They're doing Parsifal from the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden in one of the Bordeaux cinemas this Wednesday.

The thing is, it lasts for five and a quarter hours. It starts at 5:45 and is due to finish at 11.

I don't know.... Perhaps one day.... But five and a quarter hours.

A musical day

This morning saw Catrin's first concert at the Espace Musical de Pessac. She was due to be singing "Le Mariage des Roses", a sing by César Franck. So we scuttled along at 11am, hampered by the locked gates of the park, arriving late, but well in time to hear our girl sing.

Hurrah ! Bravo !

Over lunch Pat said, "so what time are you out this afternoon ?"

Oh no ! The Christmas Trombones rehearsal !

So I grabbed my red plastic trombone and my music and hurtled out to catch the bus and tram to Forum and to find the rehearsal room at the Ecole Joliot-Curie in Talence.

We've rehearsed there before. It took me a while to find them then, but now I know where the room is - and I found a choir ! Then locked gates, empty rooms and no sound of trombones anywhere. After about 15 - 20 minutes of hunting I turned round and went home !

Meanwhile Catrin and Pat had a more fruitful time selling cakes and tea at the Anglican Christmas Fayre and Bazaare. We'd kindly donated two big bags of books we wanted to get rid of, and I threatened violence if Pat came home with any books.

She didn't even try to hide them !

Saturday, December 07, 2013

Châteaux Haut-Brion et La Mission Haut-Brion

Yesterday we went with the ex-pat club to visit two of Bordeaux' most prestigious châteaux, and it so happens that they are in Pessac and that we pass them every day on the number 4 bus !

Château Haut-Brion dates from the 1500s and the main house was built then. In the 1800s the château was classed among the premiers crus de Bordeaux, which means it's a very classy and expensive wine. After exchanging hands between various families (notably the de Pontac) the château was bought by an American family, the Dillons, then passed by marriage into the ownership of the Prince of Luxembourg.

La Mission Haut-Brion was started by an order of missionary priests founded by Saint Vincent de Paul, who produced fine wine but also lived out their monastic discipline just a few hundred yards from their secular neighbors. In the 1930s the Dillons bought the Mission Haut-Brion, but their improvements and renovations have tried to keep the origin of the château in mind.

Here's some photos. I think La Mission was the most beautiful place I have seen in Pessac.

Friday, December 06, 2013

How does she do it ? How ?

Yesterday I made my third visit to the Irish Shop. Not bad after 8 years.

Afterwards I excitedly jabbered to Mrs Davey :

They've got everything.
Everything !
They've got mincemeat,
they've got crackers,
they've got Christmas Cake,
they've got gravy granules,
they've got pickles,
they've got this Christmas spiced tea that smells like Christmas...

Have they got mince pies ?

No, they haven't got mince pies.

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Huzzah for the Insurance company

I had a rendez-vous at 9h30 in our insurance office at Pessac to talk about various policies, insurances etc... A nice young lady had suggested back in August that I make an appointment towards the end of the year as various new contracts were going to become available that might suits us very well.

So in I went, talked with a lady who at first I dreaded a little - you know the type, the lady of a certain age who gives every appearance of having achieved unmatched excellence in dragon-taming...

Anyway, she was the one who said "Monsieur" so up I went.

And she proceeded to refund us 100€ at a stroke, reduce our monthly payments quite dramatically, AND we won't pay anything till March.

Bravo, Madame, and "huzzah!" for the insurance company.

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Last but one visit to the hospital

Yesterday morning we met up with an American missionary couple who are coming to serve, either in Toulouse or in Bordeaux, to start with alongside the existing church, then to bring a church-planting team in three years time. It was good to talk with them in Pain and Compagnie (other cafés were closed).

Then to the hospital. The doctor was very pleased with the progress of Pat's thumb. Essentially, the part that she sliced off has regrown in the moisture of the plastic dressing. The smell was impressive, but so was the lovely pink healing.

Now we switch to a pansement gras, that is, a dressing with vaseline, to encourage the skin to form nicely. Two weeks of that, which Pat can do herself every other day at home, then a last visit in two weeks time to ensure all is well.

Pat came away with enough gauze, tubigrip, etc, to dress a small defeated army !

Monday, December 02, 2013

Hhhhmmmmm - providence

We hummed and we hahed. Which church to visit on Sunday morning ?

Catrin would be with us. What to do ?

Gwilym would be at our church in Cenon. Maybe we'd return to Lormont.

Or maybe to the Eglise Libre.

Or Lormont. Or the Eglise Libre...

In the end we decided on the Eglise Libre and took the 44 from just round the corner.

We got to the church and went in, found a place roughly in the middle.

Then a woman came forward from the back of the church - Patricia ! Alan !

Our friend from language school, that is 8 years ago in my case and from Marie-Anne's class in Pat's case had spotted us and came up to say hello.

"It is my first time in a protestant church in France. Yes, at home we are protestant, but I didn't go very often, but this weekend I just felt I wanted to go to church and this one is near."

She sat in the row behind us and after the service I introduced her to the young pasteur stagiaire. I also mentioned her to some other folk who would keep an eye on her.

Amazing. God's plan.

Sunday, December 01, 2013

‘Calvinism’ – Latte? Cappucino? Americano?

So which is yours to be, the ‘Calvinism’ of the 5 points, a ‘doctrinal Calvinism’, a ‘Calvinism’ which identifies it with Calvin’s children, who went their own way when the discussion went beyond Calvin himself, or the ‘full package Calvinism’, which is not a full package at all, since Calvin’s view of the magistrate’s role in upholding the Reformed faith has been excised from it? (And in this roll-call \’Neo-calvinism in its various guises has not even been mentioned. )
Whichever it is, no-one can stop you calling your choice ‘Calvinism’. You see, unlike ‘Cadbury’s’ or ‘Chevrolet’ or ‘Calvin Klein’ ’ there is no copyright or trademark that covers the use of the word ‘Calvinism’. Any more than with \’inerrancy\’ or \’justification\’ or any other central theological term.
Irritating, isn’t it?
See also me !
(I'm especially pleased that the great Professor Helm and I both independently ended up with Humpty, though he relates it to a slightly different word : Calvinism as opposed to Reformed.)