Ralph Erskine (1685-1752) was a Scottish churchman. You've probably never heard of him, and neither had I, until I met a group of Reformed Baptist pastors who, annually, recited a poem of his as they gathered for the rather secretive "Spurgeon Society" meeting, as they sat around table smoking their pipes and cigars. Baptists? Smoking? Yeah, they were Reformed Baptists. Meaning, they don't willingly harp on legalistic taboos that other Baptists decide to make up to make themselves feel morally s
