I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker last night. He’s an Anglican and he knows that, while I am a Pentecostal now, I was originally an Anglican too. I had once described becoming a Pentecostal as converting and he wanted to know why I used that word when I was just switching churches. It could have been because of the radical differences between Anglicanism and Pentecostalism, when it comes to beliefs and practices. Mind you, I know many others who came into Pentecost from very different churches, yet who wouldn’t describe the change as a conversion. Rather, to them it was simply another step in the walk the Lord had for them. Like I said, that could have been it, but it wasn’t. In spite of those differences, the real reason I consider Pentecost to be the start of my life as a Christian is that my life as an Anglican stopped when I was in elementary school. Like a lot of people, Sunday School was as far as I ever took it.
My youngest daughter, in spite of my attempts to encourage her, has never converted. If you ask her she will tell you she is not a Christian, she doesn’t believe in that stuff. Mind you, she refers to the church I go to as her church and her opinions on what constitutes being a Christian and Christian doctrine is heavily informed by the upbringing she says she doesn’t want a part of. I guess why this topic interests me is because my daughter just turned 18 and will be out of the house before long. When I turned 18 I had no interest in Christ, but within six months I had been born of the water and the Spirit. I guess a part of me is hoping for an encore.