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Evlogitos
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I was raised by an extremely Fundamentalist Evangelical mother. She was about as radical in that doctrine as you could get; completely antisacramental, to the point, e.g. of questioning not only the necessity, but the expediency of baptism, not believing that going to church was a necessity as long as you spent enough time praying and reading the Bible, etc. Jack Chick was the equivalent in our house of the Early Fathers. 
Obviously, there are many spiritual disadvantages to such an upbringing. The one thing I did get, which I appreciate to this day, is an unyielding commitment to pursue the whole Truth no matter where it led me.
Another good thing my upbringing brought me, ironically, was a deep respect for the “traditional.” My Catholic grandparents would occasionally take me to church with them, and while I didn’t really “get” the Mass, it gave me a chance to sing some of the great old Protestant hymns (good old Novus Ordo
), and went a long way toward weakening the anti-Catholic strain in my indoctrinated worldview.
Fast-forward a few years. I realized I had absolutely no idea what Scripture truly taught on a whole host of issues, so I dug in and quickly rejected the charismatic movement and Calvinism. My ongoing researches quickly led me to realize that Jack Chick was full of hoo-ha on a whole host of issues, which permitted me (thank God!) to broaden my perspective considerably. It dawned on me that I was clueless about Christian history from the Apostles to Martin Luther, so I decided to go read the primary sources for myself to find out how the early Church lived and worshiped.
Long story short, I quickly found myself no longer Protestant, particularly after sitting down and hardheadedly challenging myself on the epistemological validity of sola scriptura. My historical quest eventually led me to a showdown between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, and Orthodoxy won out, on the history as well as on some soul-shaking and very unexpected spiritual experiences (growing up as a non-charismatic Protestant who prided himself on his hardheadedness on the supernatural, this was something entirely new to my experience).
So I was baptized (yes, I’d never been baptized! One of those little “amazing graces” with which God has so richly blessed me) into the Holy Orthodox Church on the Leavetaking of Theophany. I am now happily Orthodox, with a great burden on my heart of praying for and acting toward the reunion of Christendom.
Pax,
Seraphim
Obviously, there are many spiritual disadvantages to such an upbringing. The one thing I did get, which I appreciate to this day, is an unyielding commitment to pursue the whole Truth no matter where it led me.
Another good thing my upbringing brought me, ironically, was a deep respect for the “traditional.” My Catholic grandparents would occasionally take me to church with them, and while I didn’t really “get” the Mass, it gave me a chance to sing some of the great old Protestant hymns (good old Novus Ordo
Fast-forward a few years. I realized I had absolutely no idea what Scripture truly taught on a whole host of issues, so I dug in and quickly rejected the charismatic movement and Calvinism. My ongoing researches quickly led me to realize that Jack Chick was full of hoo-ha on a whole host of issues, which permitted me (thank God!) to broaden my perspective considerably. It dawned on me that I was clueless about Christian history from the Apostles to Martin Luther, so I decided to go read the primary sources for myself to find out how the early Church lived and worshiped.
Long story short, I quickly found myself no longer Protestant, particularly after sitting down and hardheadedly challenging myself on the epistemological validity of sola scriptura. My historical quest eventually led me to a showdown between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, and Orthodoxy won out, on the history as well as on some soul-shaking and very unexpected spiritual experiences (growing up as a non-charismatic Protestant who prided himself on his hardheadedness on the supernatural, this was something entirely new to my experience).
So I was baptized (yes, I’d never been baptized! One of those little “amazing graces” with which God has so richly blessed me) into the Holy Orthodox Church on the Leavetaking of Theophany. I am now happily Orthodox, with a great burden on my heart of praying for and acting toward the reunion of Christendom.
Pax,
Seraphim