Reformers stood well dressed in pulpits of prominence. Anabaptists, commonly garbed, were itinerant street preachers, who trekked miles into the forest to worship God in the safety of caves he created.
In them, I saw what the church should be like: they worked, they loved, they encouraged one another, and they all had one purpose: bring the Good News to the mountains of Los Machos.
“God never uses a man greatly until he hurts him deeply.”
When is the last time you heard a sermon on “The Eternal Duration of the Punishments of Hell” preached?
As you can imagine, the Calvinist’s explanation of how faith can be both irresistible and voluntary gets pretty technical. It ain’t no job for boys.