Mom and I attended a Bible Church, which underwent a split, so we went to the Baptist church in town because we liked the way the Bible was, well, thumped (OK; that's what SHE liked; I
was sweet on a girl in my Sunday School class...
Went off to college at ORU (Oral Roberts U in Tulsa for those who don't know), still a Baptist, though more of a Bapticostal at this point.
Basically I was thoroughly convinced that God's intent--as communicated in Scripture, so I thought--was the whole "legal contract" version of salvation, with justification being "God looking at me through Jesus-colored glasses," and sanctification following afterwards for those who "truly believed," so it was "all over but the shoutin'," And I liked shoutin'--exuberant, emotional worship, hence my move to more charismatic circles.
QUICKLY became disillusioned with much of the latter, as I saw that any doctrine could be (and was) taught from the pulpit as long as the pulpiteer could show some kind of "Spirit-filled," emotion-whippin' credentials. Was happy to be a Baptist and an English major (that dept. was and is very sane theologically, relatively speaking). Attended a Christmas Eve communion service at my church in 1998 and just wept over the realization that my eating and drinking was meant to be so much more
than a memorial meal. Thus began a trek through the Ante-Nicean fathers, which guided me through Episcopalian and Catholic parishes and finally landed me in Orthodoxy.
The continuity of community--with unbroken chains of groups of bishops consecrating each new one, thus having intergenerational overlapping from the time of the Apostles to now--along with the continuity of worship plus the continuity of doctrine, theosis, communion of saints, the sacraments, ascesis...all this added up to my then surprising but now appreciated and loved home.
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