Being raised in Pentecost is a blessing. I have a rich Pentecostal heritage that dates several generations back (on my Dad's side).. And to be honest, it was like I had the Truth laying on a silver platter right in front of me at the dinner table. I didn't really work for it, which is where other teens who were raised in it stop. We weren't the ones getting our hands dirty trying to find the Truth. We know the doctrine (One God, Holy Ghost, Baptism) and we know the standards but it's almost like a, "Daddy makes me dress this way. Mommy makes me go to church." We didn't/don't have the desire to live for God with all we have because we were forced into it and didn't WANT it for ourselves. *The first generation of Pentecostals in your family WANTED to be in church.* We need to have the revelation that we can't rely on our parent's salvation, or our grandparents, or our great-great grandparent's. There ARE things we have to get on our...
for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth;..."
Romans 1:16 KJV