Tell me how Arminianism let you down
I was born an MK into a fundamentalistic semi-Wesleyan style Christian Missionary family. My father never used the word, Reformed, nor Calvinism, and I don't think he even considered himself of that ilk. My mother would have rejected the notion outright, I think. But it was never brought up. My father did, however, consistently insist on the Sovereignty of God, and affirm certain other things as Scriptural that my mother seldom discussed. And I thank God he did, as they came useful in understanding why the doctrines and precepts and mindset I had been given "weren't working for me" as a presumably growing believer.
Long story very short, certain seminal memories (facts, events and impressions) can be told here:
- Early on, pre-school, the realization that storms were not only under God's control, but that they were in fact his doing, and that he was enjoying himself in them, and that instead of being afraid, I could enjoy them too as a result.
- The notion coming to me as a young child that if I was to claim to not be a Christian, that I would not have to be obedient to my parents and could lie and steal and whatever else I wanted to do to my satisfaction; but then, upon that consideration, when I realized, strangely enough not that it would be impractical, but that I was
unable to deny that God was indeed real, and that I belonged to him.
- The day it occurred to me that God himself was not a co-resident within reality, but the 'inventor' of reality.
- As a young teen the irrational fear of midnight every night, as though the rapture was not likely to occur right after midnight, but until midnight I did not honestly think (based on the fact that I was always falling short of obedience) that my decision to accept him could have been genuine*, and I feared the rapture would come and I would be left behind.
- The ongoing daily struggle and frustration, attempting to live up to the supposed 'norm' of faithful victorious Christian walk, attempting to understand why I could not attain the sanctification and purity I so dearly desired, or even the success as a believer I was told was mine. Being told so many new ideas that I drank up like strong soup, believing in, only to be let down once again by my own failures, my own rebellion mocking me to my face.
- As a young adult, the hours of prayer and study to understand, the tears, and screams of my heart toward God, even as I slowly began to realize how much I needed him, not just for strength, but that I wanted to be close by him. But ever, my own sin staring me in the face.
- As a young married, the realization that the claim, "God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life", was of human origin, or at least, that his wonderful plan for my life did not include what I had thought it would.
- All the many many many exhaustingly many efforts of well-meaning believers to explain what was wrong, and of myself to study and pray in my attempts to understand, all falling short of doing the job. And the whole stack of cards concerning the Christian walk falling down around me, and me giving up, over and over and over, to find that I didn't even know how to do that.
- The ever so slow realization that what I most dearly desired, and didn't even know it at the time I prayed for it, was happening to me, and I was coming to know Christ as real in a way that theory and doctrine is only able to attempt to express, but not to produce —that God was the default, and all else is noise, but for his works.
- The way Scripture began to jump out and scream at me for attention, so many magnificent themes and principles, and such beautiful thoughts, all leaving an impression, but few of them quite entirely retrievable, as at the first time they hit me. One such that still lays me low involves that whole story of Job, but nearing the end of the conversation, the agonizing joy induced by his words in Job 19 is later followed by God saying that Job alone had spoken the truth concerning God, and not the wisdom of his 'friends'. The only thing I can find Job saying about God that is different from what his friends say, is that God does whatever God does, for his own reasons, and not because of what his people do or do not do, or say:
25 "I know that my redeemer lives,
and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
26 And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God;
27 I myself will see him
with my own eyes—I, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!"
- Somehow I no longer find my concern for my eternal safety, but for my holiness, i.e., my closeness or intimacy with Christ, or more immediately, that I and his people learn and know God and understand his satisfaction and joy in his deeds, in what he is doing.
You may ask at this point, what it is that makes me say that Arminianism let me down: Arminianism led me to despair, it did not teach me the truth about God, though through it I learned truth about myself that it did
not teach —
my total inability. It is Arminianism that led me to despair, but what I found instead of Arminianism, was the sovereignty and power of God. I will not say that Calvinism or Reformed Theology taught me this, but I will say that what I learned as a result of my despair taught me Reformed Theology. Not because it is Reformed Theology, or Calvinism, but because they claim the same things I learned —that this life is not about me, nor even does my destiny depend upon me, but upon Christ my God, and that there are far more important things going on than whether I qualify.
*I have learned that the genuineness of my faith is by the fact, not that I generate my faith, but that the Spirit of God generates it in me. Likewise, then my decision, including my "decision for Christ", or what most Christians for the last 75 years of so call, "accepting Christ", is no more real of itself than my commitment, which is zilch, if God himself did not do it in me. HE is the constancy and indeed the REALITY behind any integrity in my choices, both by primary motivation and continued substance. This is not Arminianism, where the truth of my decision depends on my "intelligent or educated decision" and "heartfelt sincerity" and so on, and not on the source of reality himself.