In February 2013, close to the age of 42, I was confirmed into the Anglican church.
When I was five years old, I prayed with my Daddy to follow Jesus. That decision was eternal. Becoming Anglican is not eternal.
When I was nineteen I wore a white dress and made a vow to Brian Murphy. I put on his ring and his last name and said I wouldn’t take it off until I died. That commitment was binding before God and man. Becoming Anglican is not binding.
When I was twelve I stood hip deep in a muddy river with my father who dunked me in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Becoming Anglican is not the same as becoming baptized.
But it’s not nothing. I wrote my statement of conversion here.