Frank Schaeffer, the son of the late Francis and Edith Schaeffer, has wrote a book about his own childhood and, inevitably, describing his famous Calvinist-Evangelical parents' lives.
I have not read the book but from the review that i read, i can't help but to guess that this book will be a surprise to many who hold Francis Schaeffer as a 'hero'. The book recaptualizes some of the insider's eyewitness testimony of being and growing up in the Schaeffer family:
(I'm here pasting from the review)
- (Edith Schaeffer) relentlessly policed Frank's masturbatory practices while keeping him informed of all the anatomical changes his older sisters were undergoing as they grew up.
- At the height of L'Abri's cachet, full of anger and passions, (Francis Schaeffer) could go in the space of a minute or two from throwing a lamp at Edith or thrashing a child upstairs to giving a sermon on the mercy of Jesus downstairs.
- Frank asserts without qualification that his parents "were happiest when farthest away from their missionary work."
- The very Italian Renaissance paintings and sculptures that Francis denigrated (in comparison to Northern European Reformation works) in Escape From Reason were the ones, according to Frank, that he loved the most and could not stop visiting.
- As the Schaeffers got more famous (and portrayed themselves more and more as an exemplary Christian family), Frank notes, their annual family reunions were beset by strife, with constant fights between the sons-in-law about fine points of doctrine.
So far, i have only come across Francis Schaeffer's intellectual work in the market, not much about his personal life. And here is a description provided by his own son. A not-so-exciting description, it seems. Is this an ad-hominem from a son to his father?
If these accounts are true, it just recalls the obvious: that we humans, no matter how intellectual or how respectable one can be, are always failing in many quaters in life.