Jason,
I understand Calvinists really well.
That's how I know I don't like this doctrine or theology.
1. God doesn't have to save ANYONE, so He's soooooo nice to save a few.
So there's this lake and 5 people are drowning and God passes by.
Now remember, He's an all-good God and a loving God...
So He throws a rope to two of those people. Not based on anything. He likes the color of their hair or something like that... maybe - who can know for sure?
He lets the other 3 persons drown.
WHY? I thought He was a loving God and a JUST God???
Here's my God:
So there's this lake and 5 people are drowning and God passes by.
Now remember, He's an all-good God and a loving God...
So He throws down 5 ropes for the 5 persons.
He tells them to grab on and He'll save them from drowning.
3 Grab the rope and are saved.
The other 2 prefer not to grab the rope. They're waiting for a boat or something.
So the 3 that wanted to be saved for sure grabbed on.
It was THEIR decision.
God gave them the opportunity, but they didn't take it.
I love my God.
I was one in the lake drowning, but I could not see the others, because it was I who was drowning. But it was not God who passed by and cast me a rope. It was one of his servants. But I was weak, and try as I might I could not climb it. So another servant came and saw me drowning and cast his rope to me, pleading for me to grab on; and because I could not climb the first rope, I grabbed a hold of the second, and again I was unable to climb it. So then a third servant passed by, and a fourth, all casting their ropes for me to grab onto. I soon found myself holding on to four different ropes, from four different servants, all with good intentions; but as they each tried to pull me up, I found myself being pulled in four different directions, which was worse than the sensation of drowning, and so I finally let go and accepted my fate; I stopped fighting and accepted my death, I was ready drown.
But then my Lord passed by in a lifeboat, and he say climb aboard, but I could not climb in on my own, so he reached down and picked me up out of the water and placed me in his lifeboat. He strengthened me and nourished me, and gave to me the water of life to drink. He brought me to the place of still waters, and did sit me down under my own vine and my own fig tree, and told me to rest. My Lord passed by his garden often, and I did speak with him and he did teach me many things.
Many years passed by, and a visitor happened upon my vineyard. He was famished and acting a bit delirious, so I offered him some of the figs in my garden to eat, he spit it out complaining it was bitter; I offered him some of the grapes in my garden, and he declined, saying those grape make you drunk, and my lord said you shall not get drunk. So he said thank you, but I will find my lord the way.
But this visitor made me think about my own experience, when I was in the lake drowning. How I cried to the Lord, and he sent a servant to throw a rope. And when I cried again, he sent another servant, and then another servant, and then another, until I had finally given up and accepted my death. So when my Lord did come by for a visit, I asked him about that. I said why couldn't the servants save me? They each had a rope, and they threw their ropes to me, but none could save me?
And so he explained it to me. He said my servants were once slaves, and the ropes they carry used to keep them in bondage. They could not save you with the ropes, because they don't know how to use those ropes, because those ropes used to be the ropes that bound them. They could not free themselves from the rope until I came along and cut them loose, but then they expected you to save yourself by climbing a rope that kept themselves in bondage. It was not their job to save you, but only to pull you to safety. But you didn't find safety in one rope, so you grabbed for another, and then another. Then he explained to me, that none of his servants could pull me to safety on their own, because each being free, yet carrying their own ropes, they did not know how to use them, nor did they understand how to work together.
And then he continued by saying in reaching out and grabbing the first rope, you showed me you were willing. When you cried again, it showed me you wanted to live. When you cried the third time, it showed me you were determined. When you grabbed a hold of the fourth, I saw you fight, being stretched and pulled in all different directions. But then he said to me, it was when you gave up and let go of all those ropes of bondage and finally accepted your own death, did you realize that I was sitting there in that lifeboat all along. And he said unto me, did you not learn how to swim? Did you not get stronger by holding on? And in your weakness, did you not find me?
And then I said unto mt Lord, but what of the others who are drowning, should I not go and help pull them out? And he said unto me no, for now just sit under your vine and under your fig tree and rest. I will continue to send my servants, as I did for you. They may not know how to use the rope they have been set free from, but they are faithful servants in throwing that rope out to someone in need. Maybe one day you will be able to join me on the waters and look for those who have let go. And I said why not now? But he said, do you really think you have enough faith the walk upon the waters with me? And I was silent. And so I said okay Lord, it is sufficient that I sit at rest under my vine and under my fig tree in the Garden of my Lord and share my fruits with any visitor that should pass my way.
But I asked of my Lord, but what of all those in the lake that are drowning, those who are to far out to reach the ropes of your servants, or those who have given up but cling to the seaweed? What of them? And he said unto me, what of them? Am I not the creator of the heavens and the earth? Do you think that I can not pluck out of the water whom I shall chose? Do you not think that I could command the waters to be removed, and they would not obey? And in the day of their calamity, if they should drown, do you not think that I could revive them? And so I said thank you Lord, I understand. But Lord, if I might ask, is the fruit that I offer still a bit bitter? Perhaps I should just sit at rest under my vine and under my fig tree until my fruit has ripened a bit and become sweeter to the lips?