As my life continued, I found myself at a new college in the fall of 2000. I had dropped below my required GPA to remain with my scholarship, so I transferred to a new school and hoped to have something of a new start to my life after so many tumultuous events prior.
I pursued the faith that I had come back to after two years of fleeing from it. Though there were ups and downs in the days preceding East Tennessee State, I was being led forward by the Spirit in His so mysterious providence. I eventually began attending a Baptists church just before Spring of 2001. Here I was shaped in the college ministry and through its minister discovered my love for philosophy. I had also become involved with Campus Crusade for Christ during this time. I had made some good friends and was growing in my oh so small faith.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Picking up where I left off last night....My siblings and I became involved in the Methodist church that we had attended very infrequently after my mom's stroke. In our little town, it was very Baptist in my ways. I wouldn't have known that there was much of a difference between my church and any other except that our sign said we were Methodists. That and we baptized infants, but we didn't have very many of them because we were a small, old church. When I say small, I mean 35 tops on a good Sunday! And when I say old, I mean that we were the only family that wasn't over 50...or at least it felt that way. But I didn't care too much about that because it was my church and I loved the people there!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
As stated in my last post, I've decided to discipline myself for Lent by blogging about various reasons that I became Anglican. I'm going to start with a few days of briefly sketching out the contours of my life. I do this to give some context and background because nothing is without some context in life.
And now I begin....
One of the most formative moments in my life was a night in 1988. Sadly, I would need to ask my siblings what day it was as I haven't thought about the specific date in a long time, but the event is burned forever into my psyche. It was the night that my mom had her stroke.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
So...I've been quite quiet for a while on here. I've just struggled with what to say and what to do with this blog. I used to enjoy writing so much, but have been overwhelmed of late with doing it....
It is a sad state.
I hope to remedy this during Lent and maybe be able to get a habit going for the future.
During Lent, I hope to blog about why I ended up in the Anglican camp. There are various categories that go into this. I don't guarantee that everything will be accurate according to the various theological representations within Anglicanism that seem to believe that their particular vision of it is exactly what Anglicanism was 450 years ago. But this is purely from my perspective, how I have observed and understood Anglicanism through the back drop of a "theological mut," so to speak. It is true, I am a "mut" of sorts or maybe to put it more nicely, "a bit eclectic" theologically, as I said the other night to a friend.