The Calvinist I Want to Be (a.k.a. – Why I Fell in Love with the Teaching of John Piper)

This video/poem is classic John Piper. I've watched it at least a half a dozen times or more and struggle to hold back tears every time (the ending is amazing). It is called "The Calvinist" and of all the descriptions of a Calvinist, this is the one that makes me scream inwardly, "YES! YES! YES This is who I want to be! This is how I feel (or how I want to feel)!"

This poem is not about "TULIP." This poem is about how our theology of the sovereignty of God impacts every area of our lives.

So – watch and listen closely, enjoy, be moved, and pray that you and I will be this kind of Calvinists. (Watch full screen and turn it up.)  Also, I would encourage you to watch it once and then watch it while reading the poem yourself (printed below).

THE CALVINIST:

 

If you don't see the video above, then click HERE or on the title above to see the video.

See him on his knees,
Hear his constant pleas:
Heart of ev’ry aim:
“Hallowed be Your name.”
 
See him in the Word,
Helpless, cool, unstirred,
Heaping on the pyre
Heed until the fire.
 
See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
 
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
 
See him in the square,
Kept from subtle snare:
Unrelenting sleuth
On the scent of truth.
 
See him on the street,
Seeking to entreat,
Meek and treasuring:
“Do you know my King?”
 
See him in dispute,
Firm and resolute,
Driven by the fame
Of his Father’s name.
 
See him at his trade.
Done. The plan is made.
Men will have his skills,
If the Father wills.
 
See him at his meal,
Praying now to feel
Thanks and, be it graced,
God in ev’ry taste.
 
See him with his child:
Has he ever smiled
Such a smile before,
Playing on the floor?
 
See him with his wife,
Parable for life:
In this sacred scene
She is heaven’s queen.
 
See him stray. He groans.
“One is true,” he owns.
“What is left to me?
Fallibility.”
 
See him in lament
“Should I now repent?”
“Yes. And then proclaim:
All is for my fame.”
 
See him worshipping.
Watch the sinner sing,
Spared the burning flood
Only by the blood.
 
See him on the shore:
“Whence this ocean store?”
“From your God above,
Thimbleful of love.”
 
See him now asleep.
Watch the helpless reap,
But no credit take,
Just as when awake.
 
See him nearing death.
Listen to his breath,
Through the ebbing pain:
Final whisper: “Gain!”

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