I have, of late, been somewhat pleased with myself at a dodgy pun… In the way that ‘racists’ are against other races, I wondered if true ‘Calvinists’ are against those who say “I am a Calvinist” in everyday conversation.
Not really very smart, nor particularly clear, nor funny etc etc.
But anyway, it serves to illustrate the fact that I have recently struggled to feel anything other than negativity and suspicion towards someone who would thus declare loud and proud (I even heard it in French: “Je suis Calviniste”).
Now, when I think about it with my cynicism switch flicked off, I recognise that I really don’t know enough about Calvinism to come to a complete and final decision on it all; plus I’m told that what people claim as Calvinism isn’t really very similar to Calvin’s works…. However, my general experience of those who hold to all this has been… less than enjoyable and I’ve been… less than gracious about it all.
ANYWAY. Talking to a girl last night and a conversation with one of those ”I-am-a-Calvinist” people last week, I’ve had a slight change of heart. Not about the whole issue, just about not being so quick to judge people in it all. See, I’ve realised that for some people, they grew up in great fear and floundering – feeling the meaninglessness and randomnidity of life. They felt lost, unloved, insignificant…
Then they discover that God is sovereign. The freedom, joy and reassurance floods in: someone cares, someone understands, someone has a plan… I can understand why this might be something with which they might want to identify themselves, something that they would want to fight for and something to revel in.
So… I’m going to be slower to judge in future.
Or at least TRY…