Calvinist drones are a big waste of Calvinism.
Today I had a conversation with a fellow pastor who was concerned about some folks getting sucked into “that Reformed theology.” I knew his feeling.
Not fear of the theology. I’m a Calvinist myself, the whole five yards. I’ve got the membership card laying around here somewhere . . .
Cold-hearted rigidity is not limited to those of the Reformed persuasion. You find it in Christian churches and traditions and cultures of all kinds. But it’s never as big a disappointment, to me anyway, as when it’s found among those who call themselves Calvinists.
Why? Because it’s a depressing irony that many who hold to the so-called “doctrines of grace” are some of the most graceless people around. The extent to which your soteriology is monergistic — most Calvinistic nerds know what I’m talking about here — is the extent to which your pride is a vomitous affront to God. Darn tootin’.
Here’s the deal, I think: The problem is not the Reformed theology, as many free-willers suspect, not the Calvinism. No, the problem is gospel wakefulness (which crosses theological systems and traditions). Or the lack thereof.
A joyless Calvinist knows the mechanics of salvation (probably). But he is like a guy who knows the ins and outs of a car engine and how the car runs. He can take it apart and put it back together. He knows what each part does and how it does it. A graceless Calvinist is a guy who knows how a car works but who’s never driven through the countryside in the warm spring air with the top down and the wind blowing through his hair.