For me to consider that I am wrong would mean to deny the One I met. It would be like you denying your mother or your father.
That's what I love about Calvinists. Christ didn't promise omniscience, He promised Life.
I have met Christ, but I can still be wrong. Guess He didn't give me the supercalifrngilistic Calvinist kit. By the way, Madam Cleo will the stock market go up tomorrow?