“Hey girls, what is Pentecost?” Both of my daughters looked at me with a blank stare and said they had no idea. I looked at them as if they had grown two heads and asked, “What do you mean you don’t know what Pentecost is?” This made no sense to me. “How can you learn anything about the church in confirmation if you don’t know how the whole process started?” Sara, my oldest, would be getting confirmed in a few months and she had no knowledge of what this very important Christian day was about? How could that be? Well, at that moment the mom in me took over and made the decision to change that mistake right then and there. My girls were going to learn about Pentecost and much, much more if it took the rest of their lives. I bought notebooks, pens and each week gave them a scripture text to read and dissect with notes about what they were reading. My girls were going to know the Bible and the importance of Pentecost if it killed me. You can imagine how well that went over and how long it lasted. We laugh and joke about it now but I was dead serious at the time. I felt I had failed as a mother and as a Christian!