Conversion...
Today's sermon had a lot of reaction, and because our usual podcaster is out of commission for a while I thought it might be helpful to post it on the New Kid Deep Stuff blog - so here's a taster, and you might want to go off and visit following the link at the end of this bit :-)
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To Be Converted, or continued, or both…
Today is, as you may have guessed, the festival of the Conversion of St Paul. So I am going to begin by asking - as one should to an Anglican audience - "how many of you have been converted…?!??!"
No, not really.
I could tell you my conversion story, though… imagine a tubby little boy who looks just like me but without a beard, oh and mousey browny-blond hair. This little lad is in a small chapel tent in a field of tents in a place called Polzeath (or Polzeth as many call it) and he’s chatting to a genial older chap who asks. Do you want to give your heart to Jesus? To which I replied yes.
So in that simple setting, having heard over the course of that week the message of faith in a new way, I committed myself to being a Christian. It wasn’t spectacular, there were no lights or voices from the sky. I just said a prayer. And it was a beginning. I called it my conversion. So did the Christian Community to which I belonged – it was a crucial part in my journey of faith. [more]
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The Conversion of St Paul (2015) Year B RCL Principal
To Be Converted, or continued, or both…
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Today is, as you may have guessed, the festival of the Conversion of St Paul. So I am going to begin by asking - as one should to an Anglican audience - "how many of you have been converted…?!??!"No, not really.
I could tell you my conversion story, though… imagine a tubby little boy who looks just like me but without a beard, oh and mousey browny-blond hair. This little lad is in a small chapel tent in a field of tents in a place called Polzeath (or Polzeth as many call it) and he’s chatting to a genial older chap who asks. Do you want to give your heart to Jesus? To which I replied yes.
So in that simple setting, having heard over the course of that week the message of faith in a new way, I committed myself to being a Christian. It wasn’t spectacular, there were no lights or voices from the sky. I just said a prayer. And it was a beginning. I called it my conversion. So did the Christian Community to which I belonged – it was a crucial part in my journey of faith. [more]
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