VERY significant.
I was a "Christian" by means of mental assent and obtained knowledge... logical deduction, if you will. I was raised a Baptist, and absorbed many of their esoteric hang-ups. Then I "doubled-down", and joined the Church of Christ for my graduate work, where I got even "sounder" and "sounder" and "sounder" , sinking into the indoctrination of man's religion, and our perceived necessity to act, be, and look a certain way, in order to qualify as a "TRUE" Christian.
Then, after decades of this solid" teaching and living, a series of events had my wife and me looking for a church to attend that would match our expanding awareness of why Jesus walked this Earth. We probably attended two dozen different churches, of several denominations... even stayed at some for half a year, or so.... (One, Calvinistic place, about three years.)
I actually ran across The Vineyard because of all the naysayers I saw calling it a "cult." This piqued my interest (admittedly, just my humanistic desire for sensationalism kicking in... I wanted to make fun of them, too) But, as it turned out, when I got past all the "Haters" online, I found their genuine website. Dang! They seemed to read the Bible the same way I did, and believed in many of the same things I had come to understand as God's will. We had to go see for ourselves.
Well, there is only ONE Vineyard in all of the huge city I live in... it was a no-brainer as to which one to check out.
So we went....... and almost decided to never darken their doors again.
As "fate?" would have it, they were having a guest "band" and the leader was the preacher that day. Uggg! I hated it. My wife hated it. But something kept telling us to go back. We did. What a difference!
I think God might have been saying to us stuck-in-the-past worshipers of religion, "You ready to see why I sent My Son... or are you satisfied with the same sort of thing the Jews had perfected for themselves?" We were ready.
We immediately joined a "Grace" book study group. My eyes opened like I had never even known Christianity before. Two months into the study, I had a stroke that the doctors said should have killed me on the spot. But, in the hospital, where I was for a month, they never did a thing to me. No pills, no shots, no operation... nothing. Just "studied" me.
Well, about half way through the month, I was reading in bed (had the room to myself) somewhere after midnight, when I became aware of a "presence" sitting in the chair at the foot of my bed. Never really "saw" Him, nor had a verbal conversation with Him, but we shared three nights of just an "understood" sort of relating. And that was it.
From that night, forward, I knew that I had finally found what I thought I already had for all those years (three decades)