Hey everyone.

I don't have that nifty little faith icon but hopefully you all know I'm a reformed Christian, a true blue (Or should I say red and white) Calvinist.
Well, I've shared this before but it's been awhile so I'll tell it again. As anyone who ever goes into the picture forums will surely know, I have 3 kids. Well, my daughter is by the woman I was with before I married my wife and though custody issues are often very troubling and frustrating, my daughter is a blessing that can, and does, seize my heart with but a look. So, after my wife and I got married we were interested in enrolling our children in a private Christian school (she has a son from a previous marriage). Christian, my stepson, was 5 at the time and Melinda was 4. So, we agonized about this for awhile, knowing that Melinda's mom would never go for it. It's not that she's against Christianity. It's just that, at the time, she was against anything I wanted to do. So, one day she said she had enrolled Melinda into a new daycare. At first, well, I was aggravated. She hadn't even consulted me and we share 50/50 legal and physical custody. Obviously I can be quite a self-centered person. Anyway, she told me where it was and suggested I go check it out. So, I drove up and down the road for 45 minutes looking for a daycare. Couldn't find it. So, I called her mom. She told me it was in back of a great big Spanish style house. So, I drove up to the only large (and I mean large) Spanish style house on the road and rung the doorbell. Well, this friendly lady came to the door and said hello and I, dumbly, asked her, "Uh...do you guys run a daycare here?" She smiled and said, "Yes. We also run a church and a men's and women's live in discipleship program. If you're interested in enrolling your child I'll take you on a tour." I told her that my daughter was already enrolled but, if I liked the place, I might be enrolling my son. Anyway, at this point I was a bit shocked. I was just starting to realize that my daughter's mother had enrolled her in a private Christian school.

So, the lady asked me if I currently went to church and I told her that I didn't but that I was looking for a church. She suggested I speak with her husband, who was the Pastor, and see if their church was a good fit. So, she went and got her husband. He walked in and I got my first look, though I didn't know it at the time, at a reformed Preacher. Well, to be honest, he looked pretty normal. Good looking, middle aged guy in shorts and a Hawaiin shirt, which turned out to be his standard church attire. Anyway, I went into his office and we had a bit of small talk but not too much. Neither of us were big on that sort of thing. Anyway, he asked me what I knew of the Bible and I told him that I knew very little but that I believed there was a God and that the Bible was His infallible revelation and that I wanted to be His servant. I told him I had been to probably 50 or 60 different churches of varying denominations, including attending services at a Catholic church as well as attending, for a period of time, an LDS church, over the course of my life and they all seemed just this side of ridiculous, with no real, rational explanation for anything that contradicted their views. They'd always say "Well, God's ways are not our ways." You know the drill. You've all heard and seen them wiggle before. Anyway, he asked me a very simple question to segue into his own beliefs. He simply said, "Don, what do you believe happened to man in the Fall?" Well, I think I gave him the token "mankind was separated from God and condemned to hell" line. So he asked me, "And who do you think will be saved?" So, once again, I fed him the party line, "All who make a free will decision for Christ." Anyway, after a bit more discussion, we got around to briefly addressing the extent of the atonement as it relates to election and, do you know what my response was when he said, "Well, God has elected, before the foundations of the world, whom He will save and His choice isn't based on any merit in them or any choice they would ever make?" I said, "Hey, that's not
fair!!!" That's right people. I said it.

Well, instead of arguing with me, he simply said, "You're right. It's not fair. Tell me Don, what do
you think would be
fair?" So, as I clipped off the retort that had tried to force its way out of my mouth, I thought about it. And, to make a long story, well, not as long, I realized, and replied, "What would be fair would be for us all to burn in hell for our sins so apparently the salvation of any soul is the product of God's unmerited mercy, not fairness." Since I was being honest with myself, I realized fairness wasn't going to put me in a very good light, truth be told. So, he just looked at me and smiled and said, "That's right."
So, he suggested I check out the next service (which was two days away) and so I did. Well, I won't go into detail but I will tell you that it was the first church service I had ever been to that left me sitting there speechless at the end and with a profound knowledge that I was home. I knew that God had finally brought me to the truth of His Word. There was none of the doubt. There were none of the same old feelings of disappointment. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't one of those churches that told you how great you are. It was a reformed church. The Pastor told me the truth, even if it offended me. To be honest, it didn't. I sat under the tutelage of that man for 3½ years and never once heard a lesson that wasn't better than the last. Not only that, I saw the Gospel put in to practice on a daily basis in the discipleship programs in a way that nothing else could have shown me. I learned about selflessness. I learned how to love others. I learned how to see the deep seated sin in my life and seek to mortify it. I learned what a church "family" truly was. Up until that point I had always regarded "church family" as some silly thing people called themselves but never really applied. Ultimately, I learned to trust God at that church.
Well, sometimes, when I'm reflecting on my spiritual growth I need only to look back at the miraculous and completely out of the ordinary events that brought me under the teaching of a Calvinist preacher and that is enough to remind me that, on that day, God's gracious mercy was for little ol' me.
God bless