Being a believer is more than just believing that Christ existed and that he was really crucified and resurrected. The believing that saves is the trusting that one does that Christ's work on the cross is payment for sin that God requires so that we can be reconciled to Him. Placing your trust in Christ is different than just believing he exists. Many people know and believe the story of about Jesus and what he did on the cross, but few actually place their trust in what they know he did on the cross.
Yep, that's why I don't really consider myself a believer. It's just that the binary believer vs. nonbeliever breaks down when you're transitioning from one to the other. I feel like I'm constantly grasping for a faith that's just out of reach, and half expect that at some point, I'm going to turn around and realize that I've been lured a good way down the path without noticing. My path just went straight through the heart of the forest first.
Perhaps that's where you're at. You know all about the story of Christ and what he did, and you actually believe it to be a real story, but you have yet to actually place your trust in what Christ did for you on the cross. It's in that moment of trusting in God's forgiveness that a person then receives the Holy Spirit and becomes transformed in the very core of their being. From there it will take the rest of one's human life to learn to walk in the newness of spiritual life God has placed inside of them, just as a natural baby learns to grow up and walk in the inner potential that he was born with from the womb.
Mmm, I'm not so sure. I was never a nominal Christian. I was in the enemy camp for a while, so even just accepting that Christianity
could be true was mind-shattering. I've come to accept the Resurrection on evidentiary grounds. Everything else... well, every time I tried to dive out into the far reaches of theological liberalism, I got the distinct feeling that I
wasn't supposed to do that, and it seems self-defeating to ignore that. I made a conscious decision months ago, and I'm definitely not in the same place I was before, so it's strange to think that transformation wouldn't have begun just then. I'm just not convinced that the effects of willful, persistent disbelief go away over night, and that kind of jumbles everything.
On the other hand, I had a pretty hilarious time last night when I wanted to check out a new church. Drove around the neighborhood a bit, ended up in the parking lot twice, got to the door once, but couldn't quite work up the nerve to open it (I was late by then). Which absolutely does feel like a good metaphor for where I am.
Do yourself a favor.....forget about Calvin. Just read the Bible for yourself.
No worries, haha. I tossed Calvin out the window so hard that the entire Protestant Reformation and half of Catholicism followed him!