The Tulip Driven Life

Some of the best theological discussion takes place at Waffle House. Well, for me at least. When I really first became a Calvinist at college, there wasn't a Waffle House nearby, but across the street there was a Huddle House, which is basically a knock off version of a Waffle House. There me and two of my slightly older, much wiser Calvinist friends would talk about God and theology and philosophy. Since leaving that college and returning home, Dad and I have continued the tradition by talking theology at the Waffle House. It is something about the atmosphere and the fear/excitement that at any moment someone might start a gunfight in the parking lot that promotes deep theological and biblical insights and discussion. And you can never go to Waffle House until after 11 P.M. It is simply a fact of life. The service is horrible by then, the really shady people are in there, and you really wouldn't want it any other way. Lately, in the last six months or so, I have had a few op

I have been probing, for several years now, at why people who are professing Christians, who attend church most Sundays, who claim to love Jesus, live like they care more about anything but Jesus. I want this to be brief so people will actually read it, because what I am going to discuss is so basic that I think I have, to an extent, overlooked it. While I was trying to help others see the true meaning of faith and repentance, God's sovereignty and our depravity, I simply assumed that everyone knew why Jesus Christ was our Savior. What do I mean by that, by saying "Know why Jesus Christ is our Savior." What I mean by that is, why does trusting in Christ to forgive us of our sins and to save us from our sins, actually do so? What is so special about Christ? Why is it only through the name of Christ that we are saved? People refer to the "shed blood" of Christ, and say that "nothing but the blood of Jesus" is what saves us. It sounds good but, I am