On the "why are you a calvinist thread", a common theme is the "struggle" (exact word fought) to accept the "truth" of TULIP, and then finally succumbing to it. Why is biblical truth hard for a spirit filled believer to accept? Shouldn't the Spirit within welcome immutable truth with open arms as we have spiritual life? I have changed my outlook on some doctrine over the years...but it was never with a struggle...it almost came as an excitement.
I know a little of what they are speaking about so I guess that entitles me to give an answer.
The struggle comes from the
native resistance to God's sovereignty in
all things.
It offended me that God made the decision for me, not me for him.
It offended me that He had already created a roster of His citizens and not them applying for citizenship first.
It offended me that there may be a possibility that I may not see my wife in heaven, or any of my children, even if I pointed them to Christ, and even if they make a vocal and visible assent to Christ as their Savior.
It offended me that as a missionary I went through the almost getting murdered, having feces thrown into my quarters, rocks raining on our roof during services, cigarette smoke blown into my face, alcohol thrown to my face, and being made to look a spineless sissy by people who didn't know there was once a time in my life when I would've stuck a knife into their gut slowly to enjoy the sight of the blade breaking flesh, just so I can get souls saved for Jesus, and now it turns out He has already done it anyway.
It offended me that I went to seminary for three years only to find out there were seminaries that taught the exact opposite of what we learned.
Therein was my struggle.
I humiliated the pastor who spoke to me of Sovereign Electing Grace because he clearly, from Scripture, showed me why my understanding of election, as I think I learned it with 15 minutes every Sunday of listening to radio, was wrong and bent out of shape.
I thought, as somebody on this board, that the elect were the saved.
I cursed the church that I went to.
I swore NEVER AGAIN to step into any fr---kin' Baptist church and swore away all Baptists for their many different doctrines, many different music, many different practices, and swore to go only to non-Baptist churches, only to be confronted one more time with the doctrine of election in a non-Baptist church.
Therein is the struggle.
I had no struggle with accepting God's sovereignty as long as it did not mess with me.
I had no struggle with Jesus being the only Savior, because it messed with the kind of Catholic life and upbringing I had.
I had no struggle with being led by a non-priest.
I had no struggle with justification, or the doctrine of separation, or the doctrine of the church, or the doctrine of blood atonement, fine, they all worked for me.