The mistakes that lead me to the Episcopal Church were divine intervention. I was lead there through A Series of Unfortunate Events, to steal Lemony Snicket’s book title. The first mistake I made was doing a special communications thesis as one of my undergrad courses. I loved the course and I chose to do my thesis on worship styles and correlated them with learning styles. I began to be dissatisfied with the worship at my large evangelical church, because I started to realized I craved more, I wanted to pray together, not just one person praying for everyone else. I longed for the Eucharist more often than once a quarter, and I wanted to recite creeds and corporately confess sins in community with other Christians. I wanted to observe Lent and I did on my own as best that I could, but the people who knew mocked me about it. The class wasn’t really a mistake but it made me discontent.
The next mistake was cursing out the priest of an Episcopal Church in Louisiana which six months later would become my church. After that I bought the Book of Common Prayer off Amazon, thinking it was a book of prayers that I could use in family altar, and it was but not the kind I expected. I wasn’t expecting a service manual for the Episcopal Church I was expecting just prayers. But before I got off my lazy ass to return the book, I flipped through it and saw how beautiful the liturgies were. I longed to try a liturgical church and until now had thought of liturgical churches as Catholic, now I was being introduced, via the Book of Common Prayer, to the Episcopal Church, and I remembered the priest I cursed out that his church was Episcopalian.
The major mistake was that during this whole six months of craving the liturgy and Eucharist, I was experimenting with witchcraft because I was looking for structure and ritual but didn’t realize that at the time. I was still Christian and I was still seeking God, I was just seeking God within the context of witchcraft. I did some basic magic and used crystals and herbs and centering. But God was calling me back and I realized that witchcraft wasn’t the answer I was seeking, but that parts of it were showing me the kinds of things I was seeking such as the ritual and the centering and that I could find that within a Christian context in the Episcopal Church.
Sunday (the feast of Christ the King) will be a year now since I knelt in front of the Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Louisiana and was confirmed into the Episcopal Church. It was a huge deal for me because I’m so thankful for the Episcopal Church and the home I have found there.