I was a surfrat as a kid, growing up near San Diego. I spent all day at the beach, with a few brief breaks to grab something to eat at Jack In The Box or at one of the hundreds of Mexican food stands that lined Highway 101.
My stepmom was a fundamentalist Christian who attended Calvary Chapel. The big thing for her, and for like-minded Christians who seemed to me everywhere, was being “born again”–an intense experience of personal renewal in Christ Jesus that is supposed to herald a new life.
My nominal faith was Mormonism, which put more stock in ritual rather personal experience. So the notion of being born again seemed strange to me, and grew stranger still as I left Mormonism during my teen years. Nonetheless, my surfrat friends and I always sought after that born again experience, but not in the way the Christians probably envisaged. This video will show what I mean.