Peter Lumpkins displays how his hatred of all things Calvinistic has blinded him to the real world and trapped him in a Hell of his own imagination filled with allegiances to, and admiration for, mythical monsters and writhing, slime oozing, antiheroes:
Let me just start out by saying that there is nothing particularly amazing about the theological contents of this book. His theology is evangelical, Arminian, and Baptist. His view of Scripture is well within the mainstream of the evangelical world. His openness about the question of the salvation of people outside the Church is hardly remarkable. He plainly upholds justification by faith, the Deity of Christ, the Trinity, the bodily resurrection of Christ and all the faithful at the end of the age, etc. All of the typical evangelical shibboleths. So what of the particulars? The book has its merits, but certainly it is not beyond criticism.