panoikei or πανοικει
I must give credit where credit is due.
by R. J. Grigaitis
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The first teaching I scrutinised was that although it is recorded in the book of Acts that whole families were baptised, the Greek wording of these accounts does not imply that young children were included. It was without effort that I found this teaching wrong. In Acts 16:15, the word οικος (oikos) is used, which means one’s household or one’s entire property. In Acts 16:34, the word πανοικει (panoikei) is used, which quite specifically means with all his house, or with his whole family. The use of these words did not mean that there were definitely young children in these families, but they did imply inclusion of young children if there were any, something the Edmonton Church of Christ said they did not. This was a small point, but nonetheless, a teaching that I was able to prove false.
Grigaitis is also a convert. Our paths are similar, but different. Most of us came across the same problems.
Why you ask did I do this. I grew up in a mixed religious home. Mom and dad got married for the old fashioned reasons, shotgun weddings. Dad was floated out there for years as a non or barely practicing Catholi, sam ole stories you hear time after time. Mom and her very large family loathed Catholic teaching. It very difficult to be part of a family that doesn’t show you peace in love and acceptance. First, I felt like the only kids from a divorsed family in the 60’s. Mom and Dad fought for custody for many years. I was baptized at 14 months old. That should be the writing on the wall for “PROBLEM”. Mom did not want us baptized Catholic, but dad and his sneaky sisters mangaged to take the issue in their own hads. When mom found out my little brother was baptized, she went to a good old fashioned Protestant church to wash off that filthy Catholic baptism…no kidding. We know there can be only one valid baptism. But when you hate Catholicism as much as she did you’d understand why I didn’t know that I was Catholic.
Many years later, 14 and after having moved in with dad, he out of the blue set us up to be trained one on one with a priest to learn what we needed to receive our first communion. 6 months later, moved to Southern Baptist country. Transportaion to get to mass was an issue for a while. I don’t remember going to mass at all. When I got to city and stayed with grandparents, while dad is off with his new girlfriend in another state, I continue to go to mass and retreats…Love it…Steubenville, OH. Charismatic meetings and all. Move back to country, decided to become a Saint. I devoted a minimum of 3 to 4 hours per day in contemplative Prayer and seriouisly bible study with no one directing me. I had been convinced that if we all went to the bible that there would be no more divisions. I was skeptical about the Catholic stuff they couldn’t back up. But I experienced God’s presence in my life and couldn’t explain it. I knew Baptist couldn’t be it, because they …another issue, but for scriptural reasons. Pentecosts couldn’t be it for scriptural reasons. Litany of other faith couldn’t be it…
I went to 2 or 3 days of CCD classes to get confirmed in my senior year. I read my book. I got hold of my grandparent’s old Catholic encyclopedia and fell in love with the Pre Vatican II Church. Dad always told me that non-Catholic were bound to hell. Mom living even in another state didn’t practice or act like a Christian. All 3 of my biological brothers went through torment growing up. I ended up choosing the seminary to give my life to God, but many seminarians seemed feminine and one even tried to take advantage of me if you know what I mean. It crushed me. I started acting macho to cover up my sensitive side because I thought that others were getting the wrong idea about me. Then my first semester spiritual director, 3 weeks prior to finals, called me over for a weekend to sail a boat. I was very naive and had no idea what was happening. I was only 18 and green as can be…wet behind the ears so to speak. I wondered why he broke open an old bottle of champaign while playing chest. Well long story short he made a very clearn pass on me in my sleep. I woke up in shock and waited until I calmed down to hop on the motorcycle my brother loaned me. It was very difficult for me. I turned in the priest…they were hiding him. I was totally scandalized and very afraid of having obtained a bad reputation for being gay or something I wasn’t. Another priest replied to me in another conversation a few years later, “what’s for with homosexuality”. Well I’m the first that if it were okay by God I say great, but that’s just not the case. I’m not gay. The bishop said nothing and when I found my first girlfriend since 10th grade, I wanted to lose my virginity, but to a girl, not a guy. So I did stupid things and called to tell the diocese I wouldn’t return… I ran away from a good vocation. I truly wanted to be a priest. But I came to believe that no one was acting like Christians. This ecumenical game of even with Catholics was stupid and said it all. Many catholics did not teach the true teachings of the Church. They even said heretical things. My own Catholic family was sketchy at best on this subject.
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