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I'm talking about one of those lightning-bulb inspirations (which was followed through) to change your religion - as opposed to seeking out a religion through exposure, thinking about it, contemplating, researching it, etc.<br><br>
Either from a starting point of having no particular religion to start out with, or of having one and changing to another.<br><br>
Did it last, or "stick"?<br><br>
Could anyone share their story if they have experienced this?<br><br>
Thanks!
 

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My dad. In medschool. Studying cell biology. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/lol.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="lol"><br><br>
He'd been a comfortable, happy agnostic leaning towards atheism. He went from that to being convinced there was a creator, and almost directly from there into Christianity. Now, his spiritual journey within the Christian faith was long and sometimes torturous, but his initial conversion did stick, close to 4 decades now.
 

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I was raised in some ways without a religion; we celebrated Christmas and Easter and on those weekends we went to church. When I graduated high school, my grandma gave me a Bible - I never had one before. At that point, I didn't read it and really wanted nothing to do with Christianity either. The following Christmas I completely wrote it off, because of my intense dislike of our 'Christian society' and began a search through paganism instead, because of the meaning and symbolism and connectedness with the earth that I found in it.<br><br>
I was also in college at that time, and met a really nice, funny Christian man; in the spring we went on our first (and only) date. He knew I wasn't technically Christian, but when he found out I considered myself a pagan, he very kindly said it just wasn't going to work. This really rocked my whole life; I couldn't understand it because so many of our values were same, we enjoyed each other's company - what was so important about a label or 'religion'?<br><br>
So, really, I was crushed. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. All the philosophies I had put together over 6 months gave me no help or peace; they were hollow. They sounded good and I liked them, but they couldn't help with the pain. I was rejected because of my belief system; and what was so bad about what I believed anyway??<br><br>
It was Easter then, and I went with my grandma to church. The pastor spoke about Jesus being crushed for our sake, so that we could be healed, etc. And he said: "A lot of people reject Christianity because of Christians." This was entirely my position. And then he basically said that was a mistake, and that a person should accept or reject it based on its source, Jesus, rather than the imperfections of its followers. Also, the idea of being healed brought me to tears.<br><br>
Between this, communication online with another Christian who answered other questions, and several dreams I had at the time, I set about learning what exactly was this 'Christianity' and who was this 'Jesus' - and what made my friend and I so different? One of my dreams was really lovely and comforting and the main statement was: Find God. Who is God? What is God? Seek it out. There is no harm in it, there is no force or coercion, or pretending to believe what I didn't. Just seeking out what seems true, to the best of my reasoning abilities.<br><br>
I began to read the gospels about Jesus, learning little by little, and only accepting what I could understand and agree with. Also, I began with Jesus as a teacher - he seemed nice and kind, and had some good ideas. Before that I had really accepted the goddess Inanna. But when I prayed or meditated, she didn't really 'come through' in the way that Jesus did. He seemed to be more real, more like he was listening. Likewise, the phrases in the Bible also seemed to carry more weight than other books, seemed to be complete in their philosophy, and also had a lot more history/acceptance etc than other phrases. Both prayer and the Bible seemed to relieve my anxiety about the present, and also the future in general.<br><br>
One of my favorite and most comforting things to think about was this:<br><br>
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30<br><br>
Anyway, the change in my thoughts, perspectives, and beliefs has stuck; that was 7 years ago. I consider Jesus my friend, savior, and my God. Each month and each year I learn and experience more and more, and some days I feel like I know a lot and others I feel like I am just at the beginning of my journey.<br><br>
My mind wasn't changed by a conversation, but several conversations became the spark or 'inspiration' that led to my further research. Not sure if this is the kind of story you're looking for, or if it helps?
 

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Yes, it helps! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"> I'd love to hear more.<br><br>
The reason I ask - and I feel completely sheepish about it - is that I *think* I have made the conversion (or reversion?) to Catholicism. I have been Pagan for over ten years, since my teens. And I was fine with that. I had some issues with some of Paganism but generally never felt the need or desire to change my affiliation. If anything, I just shifted my own personal path a bit, or made new contacts, or something. Heck, just last week I posted a topic that is now in the Religious Studies forum - about the Venus of Willendorf and Pagan symbols and this and that. Reading that thread there seems to be no... no indication that I was planning on changing my religion. We were planning on attending a large festival next month, I'm actually a Pagan seminary student, I have tons of local contacts that I was working on networking with, there are things I enjoy immersing myself in, I had every intention of raising the kids Pagan, etc.<br><br>
Then, I don't know what happened. My husband is very supportive of whatever spiritual path I choose - including Paganism. Well, he and I had a spontaneous sort of talk that really came out of nowhere. This was, I think, Monday night. Over the course of two hours we decided to try to be Catholics again. (We both were born into Catholic families and left the church as teens.) I mean, I don't know where it came from. We both agreed we felt better in a Catholic church than anywhere else, spiritually speaking, even if we couldn't (yet) agree with the teachings etc. 100%. Maybe we'll get there, maybe not, but we agreed to give it a go.<br><br>
Since that decision was made a few nights ago, I have felt a tremendous amount of peace, and for the first time in quite a few years I feel at home. I was very happy as a Pagan, but I feel something more right now. I haven't been to a church yet or anything. I can't even begin to fathom making a Confession or anything like that, and I was never confirmed, and we were never married in the church, and our kids haven't been baptized, etc. etc. etc. so there is a LOT to process at once. But... I feel good. And happy. And hopeful. And I didn't even realize I was lacking anything just a week ago.<br><br>
Basically I'm not sure if I'm crazy and on some weird crazy person trip or if this is "for real". I don't want to make some huge announcement to anyone. I don't even want to tell my mom, even though I know she'd be over the moon. I generally look before I leap and once I set myself on a course I don't back down easily. So how do I just come to terms with the fact that a faith that was pretty strong and one that I liked - can be somehow overturned in a day or two, and then I'm a different religion altogether? It's not making sense to me right now and I'm trying to sort it out. That's why I was hoping to hear if anyone else went through something similar. Maybe if they're not crazy then I have a chance too.
 

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I don't want to rain on your parade...but could it be hormones potentially? From the other thread, it seemed like maybe your marriage was rocky and you're going through a lot. When I'm pg I get a lot of spiritual epiphanies-but I think it's partially hormonal because it passes. But if you feel good like this, then definitely follow it and see where it goes.
 

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Hormonal, definitely. I found myself crying at a picture of Mickey Mouse earlier today, thinking of how much joy he's brought to children. Mickey Mouse. Seriously. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/orngtongue.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Stick Out Tongue"><br><br>
I've never had any particular spiritual epiphanies during pregnancy but certainly it's a possibility I'm not ruling out. What gets to me more though is that I've been doing a lot of writing about the topic in the past few nights. More about deeper theological issues than feelings. If that makes sense. I have been questioning a lot of things within Paganism ever since I started interacting more with people a few years ago. Before that, I was a solitary and fine with that. But, I started wanting spiritual community, and instead of finding a solidarity I have just been finding more and more questions that have been raised by my interaction with others. Not particularly pleasant questions, the ones that make you grow and such. Ones that have left me feeling unfulfilled. I'm sure I'm not making sense. But over and over again, I have felt a growing sense of... of not belonging quite right. Of being the odd one out. Of not quite feeling comfortable or fitting in. It was never quite enough to make me NOT want to be Pagan. I never even considered it, honestly. But when the spark was introduced that, OK, maybe I can choose to not affiliate myself with that path anymore - it just seemed like the right answer. It just seemed right.<br><br>
So, I have been writing like crazy these past few nights, trying to make sense of everything. I'm still not convinced of what's going on. And yes, I'm absolutely sure that there are other factors at play - hormones, moving, issues with my mom, our rocky marriage issues, etc. - so I'm trying to not jump into things. But I feel like I'm being swept down a river nonetheless. Not 100% sure I'm going to turn out Catholic, but I do know that as far as affiliating myself as Pagan... well, something about that's going to change. But, yeah. It's confusing me.
 

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I felt like that as well - was I going crazy? And to have the spark be the ending of a relationship; how embarassing, lol. How did I know it was for real, or just for him? And how could I so quickly accept something I completely detested not that long ago? How will it turn out, where will I fit in? I didn't want to be squished into a 'church box'. It is confusing, but the peace and hope are lovely. I also haven't been 'squished' - I am more myself, more alive and satisfied than ever.<br><br>
What else would you like to know? Do you have a specific question? I could talk at length about the last seven years...
 

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No sudden conversions for me, but I have some general thoughts about your situation.<br><br>
1. If you are still planning to move into a house with your mother, I think family harmony is a perfectly adequate reason for conversion as long as the new religion isn't otherwise a problem for you.<br><br>
2. If you aren't quite sure about it, is there anything in Paganism that would prevent your "doing Catholic things" sometimes while considering whether to convert/ revert?
 

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Honey-Lilac, I read your post and want to offer my support for whatever path you choose. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/hug.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="hug"> I don't have any direct experience with what you're going through, but I do know that it happens to many people. I used to volunteer in a Catholic RCIA program, and there were always several "reverts" in the class who expressed the same peace that you describe.
 

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I had and overnight change that stuck. It's been ten years now. What's crazy about it is that I had really searched and did not like anything to do with Christianity and Jesus...well I'm still not a fan of Christianity as a system of religion, but that's another thread.<br>
I was Buddhist and thought I had found my path in life. I still felt empty and what is life all for anyway, but at least I was <span style="text-decoration:underline;">trying</span> to get myself content.<br>
I doubted and even hated hearing about Jesus. My friend told me to ask God to fill me up...even if I doubted that God existed or even if I was angry with God...just ask God to fill you up.<br>
I dismissed him at the time, but that night I was falling asleep and I said, God fill me up many times over. EVery night I said it until I fell asleep. Monday through Friday. On Friday I said to my friend, I feel different...I've been asking God to fill me up. My friend said that's Jesus!<br><br>
I said NO, I don't believe in Jesus. He invited me to a Christian College Meeting the next day,and to my surprise and DISMAY, I said yes. I nearly called and cancelled, but I didn't want to be rude to him.<br>
When I got there I felt this immediate positive energy in the room. They sang and looked so happy. I began to weep. I didn't know why I was weeping uncontrollably. I felt something that I couldn't explain. BTW, it wasn't hormones because I wasn't preggo or menstruating.<br><br>
When the speaker began to speak about God wanting to dispense Himself into man, which is why he had to die and resurrect in order to become Spirit, so that, He could enter man...<br>
I said to myself...this isn't the you're gonna burn in hell gospel. I was listening and weeping the entire meeting.<br>
Afterward, I asked the people, what's going on here? What's happening to me? What is this feeling?<br>
Of course, they said it's Jesus saving you. I said, NO, I don't believe in Jesus. They said, well, you have to pray to believe. I said, NO, I don't pray, not realizing I had BEEN praying all week for God to fill me up.<br>
Finally, I followed them in prayer to recieve Jesus into me, into my spirit, but I still wasn't positive that Jesus was God. I asked them, how do you KNOW that Jesus is God? They said, go home and ask Him yourself.<br><br>
So, on the drive home, I thought to myself, these people have something, maybe I should really ask Jesus if He is real.<br><br>
I asked, Jesus are you real? BAM! He was real. I felt my chest heave a little bit like a big breath. I said, WHOA, Jesus was that You? BAM! He was even more real and I felt that big breath in my chest again.<br><br>
All the way home I was crying out, Jesus is real! Jesus is real!<br>
Got home and told my cats, Jesus is real. Wandered around my apartment not knowing what to do with myself after having denied Jesus my whole life. I mocked Christians my whole life. I didn't have a Bible either.<br><br>
Then I remembered that On that TV show, Little House on the Prairie, Mary and Laura always knelt down beside the bed to pray. I figured I could do that. As soon as I knelt down, I began to pour out all of my yucky past and tell Jesus how sorry I was for not believing in Him all these years. I repented of my entire sinful evil existance.<br><br>
I tried to stay awake for fear that the whole thing would be gone in the morning. Of course, I couldn't stay awake.<br>
I woke up and Jesus was still real. He's becoming more and more real as I get to know Him and grow in Him. He is a real Person inside of me. He is a God Man.<br><br>
If you start reading in the gospels where the disciples followed Him it is very telling. Jesus shows up where they are fishing for their livliehood. They drop their nets and follow Him. I think they left their father and their nets to follow Him. There is no real explanation. Jesus was just so attractive. He is like a magnet. He had so many followers. It's okay if it doesn't make sense. Lots of things about the Lord don't make sense right now. People are alway going to think I am crazy for "dropping my net" to follow Him. I used to think Jesus' followers were crazy. It's just part of being a Christian. So happy for you that you have found peace. If you keep your eyes on Him you'll find more peace.
 

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Shami, that's lovely - thanks for sharing your story. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"><br><br>
This 'Jesus thing' sure is something. He is becoming more and more real to me as well, over the months and years. I have known and believed for seven years, but I am still so surprised at the same time. That God himself would help me and communicate with me. This is something that has really struck me in awe right now, because He seems to keep answering my prayers in a new way than 'usual', lol.
 

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I've witnessed a number of sudden conversions but not a lot that stuck, so there's my bias. Generally I think that with something which has as much of a social element as a personal one as religion does, even if one has a sudden inspiration to join one faith or another there is no harm in taking some time to reflect on that and the reasons that may be behind it.<br><br>
In particular I've personally seen a lot of people attracted to ritual and aesthetics and community kinship but not necessarily down with beliefs, and when that happens there really seem to be one of four possible outcomes: dropping back out, taking on a sort of an uncomfortably antagonistic "reformer" role, long-term superficial participation (which doesn't bug me, for the record, I just like it when people understand that's what they're doing), or coming to embrace the beliefs in question. I've never yet personally seen the last of those happen. The first ones I've seen a lot.<br><br>
I come at this from the position of being a member of a religion which makes conversion easy-peasy, but over the years of watching that in practice I've come to see a lot of wisdom in the Jewish tradition of making it more difficult.<br><br>
ETA: I'm Muslim; I feel really "at home" with a great deal of Catholicism as well. I've never been Catholic, but I come from a mixed faith family and spent a lot of time with the Catholic side of my father's family when I was growing up. The physical church is just so familiar and comfortable for me, there's a lot of beauty there, there are a lot of memories for me involving Catholic traditions, etc, etc, etc. There's a feeling there like being a part of something, kwim? I get the same feeling about the Mennonite community of my mother's family. And I won't lie, in times that I've felt more groundless in general I've looked to those places for connection, and the easiest way to forge connection to communities centered on religion is through religion ...... but I'm not a Christian. And at the end of the day that fact had to trump whatever else I was feeling.<br><br>
This sentence: "We both agreed we felt better in a Catholic church than anywhere else, spiritually speaking, even if we couldn't (yet) agree with the teachings etc." made me wonder if you're maybe not doing a little of the same. And if it might serve you better to think about the core of Christianity and whether or not you agree with it before moving on to what kind of Christian, what the responsibilities of being a particular type of Christian might be, etc.
 

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why not take it a step at a time? i know the excitement and urge to jump into things, but either way, you have to start somewhere. maybe go to a mass or talk to a priest, or even just see about joining a women's group or something for families? feel it out, pray, and be willing to go where god leads you...
 

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Well, my 'conversion' was sudden and definately out of nowhere and its been almost 12 years now. Every year that goes by I think Im either more surprised or excited that I can add one more year to it actually. I think theres a number of reasons for that. I did go to catholic schools. My mom and I discussed this the other day and I really dont know why she put me in those schools or called herself catholic. I think for her it was definately a cultural thing, being that she is third generation Irish catholic and in irish circles, you either identified with being Catholic or Protestant. I never knew or learned ANYthing about God tho... Thats very funny, I find. It was all just not really part of my life, even tho I did go to catholic schools, we did the mass every once in a while, but there was no influence whatsoever for me. I didnt associate religion with real life, just school, ok? My mom went to church when the priest to the church attached to the school gave my mom 'that look' for not having been, but even then she gave that up. So, while I was in catholic schools, suffice to say, and I find this ironic, it didnt have any spiritual impact on me whatsoever. I dont remember anything specific I took with me. High school was even more extreme. We had religious lessons but I found those to be more about common morality then anything specific.<br><br>
So, basically I never really gave it a thought as to whether there was a God or not. Never. I can remember some thoughts as a child surrounding reincarnation but thats as far as I got in thinking about anything spiritual.<br><br>
I graduated from high school. I did all the college things (the stuff that doesnt involve studying actually). Had one bad trip that kind of sent me over the edge a bit. I think that scared me a lot. Now, I know what some could think with me admitting that. Yeah, I tripped a lot during the years coming up to my conversion. But, it wasnt the psychological effects of the drugs that effected me. It was how out of control I was. It also had to do with how this all affected my family. It had to do with a lot of things. For a number of years I did have minor flashbacks. Anyway. I had decided that I wanted to stop that lifestyle. A lot of things in my life were ... I guess out of control, but it surrounded my family life. My 16 year old sister had a baby and was living at home, my dad was an alcoholic. My mom just sat with her books and tried to ignore what was going around in her life. There was one night when I found my dad alseep at the computer. I told him to go to bed. I was afraid he was going crazy. I had no where else to turn. I had no one else to go to. I went to bed and just prayed over and over 'God help me. If you are real, take my life and do with it what you want, bc Im making a mess of it'.<br><br>
I mean, and this is the first time Im thinking about it like this, and Im getting emotional thinking about it. I was at an age in my life where my parents should have had it together enough to help me thru the transition from being a high school student to being an adult and No one could pull themselves together to help me. But that was nothing new for my family. I had gone from feeling free and like I could do anything (upon graduation) to feeling completely lost and like my life was going nowhere. I could have REALLY gone down a different path, and I was heading down it and this is why my 'conversion' was such a bombshell to my family. It was <i>sort of</i> gradual for the first year to 18 months. After calling out to God like that I had stopped doing most drugs (I was still smoking pot and continued for some time). I had gone for a job interview and met a woman while waiting who, I now realise, was a christian. She didnt say she was tho. She just listened. We sat there in a coffee shop for a few hours talking about all Im telling you. It was christmas time and I made a comment about people running around like crazy, for what? She asked me if I knew Jesus? I said 'well he was a good teacher, I guess... everyone knows who Jesus is'. She pointed to me and said 'You need to know Jesus. You need to KNOW him'. Im like 'uum ok?' but I didnt say anything. She gave me her number but when I tried to call a few days later she had moved on (she was a homeless woman living in a womens shelter).<br><br>
About 6 months later, I took my college loan money and got on a greyhound bus to florida (I lived in ohio) where my grandmother lived. I just needed to get away, I guess. I met my future dh, who was a christian, albeit a rather troubled one at the time. He was a budding alcohlic himself. Thats kinda another chapter to this story... We were together about a week and half in florida then I had to get back for my best friends wedding, otherwise I might'nt have come back. So my fdh meets me back up in cleveland within a few months and we move in together, to the utter dismay to my parents. I get pregnant (did someone mention hormones...), but I dont know which came first, it all happened so fast. Fdh and I get into an argument, yes it was fueled by alcohol and pot. I cant remember what the argument was about but I said something like 'Im a free spirit!!' (I was about 21, bless) and he in all seriousness sobered up for a minute and said 'No your not!' and something about belonging to God, and that I needed to accept Jesus and something and such like that.<br><br>
Anyway, somehow I got hold of one of those tracts. Not a chick tract but you know the ones I mean. The ones with the 'Sinner' Prayer' at the back. I went to a quiet place, under a tree after work. I had it planned out. It was as if someone had given me the answer and all I needed to do was do it! I simply said the sinners prayer, meant it, and went home. The only thing that changed for me was that for the first time I understood the bible. It was as if a light had been switched on. I had begun reading the bible, trying to understand it during that 18 month period, but I just couldnt get it. Upon 'conversion' it all just made sense and it was as if there were biblical spiritual truths that I just knew from that moment on. I still had a lot of growing to do, but a firm foundation had been immediately laid. Instantaneously. Ive realised now that that doesnt happen for a lot of people.<br><br>
Now, dh and I (we got preg, then got married) we tried to find churches from time to time but never found one. I just read the bible and grew without any outside christian/church influence for some time. I think this was to become important to me bc of the things I now hear about how we are just so influenced by the culture around us. That wasnt so for me. Also, my parents were terrified I had joined a cult. What cult? I didnt even attend a church! Eventually when I found a church, my dh had to go back to the UK (he's british) bc of visa and uuummm, illegal work issues. I was alone again, 6 months pregnant with twins (my girls will be 11 next week!!<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/love.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="love">) so this is when I believe the Lord led me to a fantastic church. But he soon moved me out of there as dh and I were to be reunited in england after 10 months apart.<br><br><br>
Theres so much more to this story. This is just what you asked for, but there's so much more even to these details. The spiritual aspect is very hard to put into words.<br><br>
I was hoping I could have done this with a lot less words. Both my family and my close friends thought I had lost it. My sister said years later 'Gen, you just.... changed.... overnight!'<br><br>
I have had so many bumps along the way, and I have gotten angry with God for somethings, Ive ...just grown to know Him and ... I just cant put it into words. HE is my best friend. Simply put. Jesus Christ is THE One who has NEVER let me down, NEVER disappointed me. EVER. Ive hurt a lot in these 11 years and even, in a way, turned away from him, but not really. I was just hurting and still praying but questioning so much. I always knew He was real from the moment I prayed that prayer 'God help me'. There is a lot of confusion to wade thru, but Jesus Christ.... I dont care what anyone says about Him... I Do wish I could make him known to everyone I meet. But thats not my job. I just keep walking in faith, knowing where my home is, and that while Im on this earth as a soujourner, this isnt my home, my home is with Him.
 

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I had two experiences that could be considered "conversion" moments.<br><br>
I was raised attending a Lutheran Church pretty regularly, but with my grandparents. My home wasn't really churchy. My dad's side of the family is Catholic, but in a bit of a crazy way.<br><br>
As a teen I wasn't Christian, not in a really negative way, but because I felt I didn't know much about it. I went ahead to look into religion - paganism which I also liked partly because of its connection with the Earth, and Buddhism. I found I couldn't get really into neopaganism, but found Buddhism pretty substantial.<br><br>
I had an idea that Christians were nice and sincere, but simple. <i>Everyone</i> knew that Christianity was just copied from other religions, etc.<br><br>
When I got to university, I had to reassess that last - it was full of Christian faculty members and other people who took Christian philosophy seriously. I felt a bit silly, but it still didn't appeal to me.<br><br>
My first "conversion" moment was falling in love with a Christian fellow. We were reading The Divine Comedy, so I was primed for a hopeless and idealistic love affair. At that point, Christianity became something I could find attractive, because I found everything about the Christian fellow attractive.<br><br>
I didn't convert then though. I spent all year reading. The Confessions made a big impact on me, and reading Aquinas and A Brief History of Time. I tried going to the college chapel, and was scared away.<br><br>
I finally decided to be a Christian in my second "conversion" experience. I was thinking about all this in the summer, peeling parsnips in my mom's kitchen. The window was open, and it was a beautiful day. The air had a sunny rich smell, and the parsnips were very earthy, and I thought - "the world is beautiful and I should stop lolly-gagging around".<br><br>
So I did start going to chapel when school stated again, and I got confirmed at the end of the year. That was 10 over ten years ago now, and I've had a few low periods in my religious life, but no desire to give it all up.
 

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"we tried to find churches from time to time but never found one. I just read the bible and grew without any outside christian/church influence for some time. I think this was to become important to me bc of the things I now hear about how we are just so influenced by the culture around us."<br><br>
Thanks for your story, Genifer! I feel like Jesus is the only one who has never let me down, who I can go to with anything from happy to angry to dispair to 'how can I possibly coordinated all of my family for dd's birthday party."<br><br>
I attended a Mennonite Brethren church shortly after I came to Christ, but I just went by myself for a long time even though I was also part of a women's bible study from that church. I felt like it was just me and God. Sometimes I met lovely people, other times no one because it was such a big church - but it was ok, I liked it that way. Over the next 2 years or so I was much more 'involved', met my dh, we had our dd, and haven't really attended much on Sundays since. We keep in touch and still have our friends, but I think of it like we were taught how to follow Jesus and for 3 years now we've just been following. We go and participate as we feel led to, and it has been really good for us to walk with God like this. We may have found another church that is smaller and more family orientated, but still can only attend 2 in 6 weeks, due to my work schedule. It's a fun kind of journey though, following God. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile">
 

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"I finally decided to be a Christian in my second "conversion" experience. I was thinking about all this in the summer, peeling parsnips in my mom's kitchen. The window was open, and it was a beautiful day. The air had a sunny rich smell, and the parsnips were very earthy, and I thought - "the world is beautiful and I should stop lolly-gagging around"."<br><br>
Thanks for your story Blue Goat. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile">
 

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<div style="font-style:italic;">This 'Jesus thing' sure is something. He is becoming more and more real to me as well, over the months and years. I have known and believed for seven years, but I am still so surprised at the same time. That God himself would help me and communicate with me. This is something that has really struck me in awe right now, because He seems to keep answering my prayers in a new way than 'usual', lol.</div>
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The 'Jesus thing' came to me in a light bulb moment I'll never forget. I had been slowly coming to the realization that there is one God, changing from a hard polytheist pagan of 17 years to a general monotheist over the course of a couple of months. I decided to give Christianity a *try* and see how well it fit for me because there was some attraction to it, but I was not at all convinced that Jesus was literally God.<br><br>
I prayed to God to show me the truth, that my heart was open and I would believe whatever was shown to me. I just kept telling God every day that my heart is open, my heart is open. So one day I was sitting at my desk looking out the window at the bare trees and the blue sky, and it hit me. It finally made perfect complete sense that Jesus is truly God. I don't know how to word it to give the moment justice, but I thank him every day for that moment and thinking about it fills me to the brim with peace.<br><br>
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I had an "instant" unplanned "conversion" type experience 18 years ago. It stuck. I am still a Christian and still meeting with the same group. I never in my life ever had any desire to become a Christian. Never ever. I was raised in the Reform Jewish religion. I thought that Christians were brainwashed into their beliefs because that is how they were raised and that is what they were taught so that is just what they believed. I did not really know what Christians believed, but to me what I had heard sounded so bizarre that I thought that people would only believe that due to being raised that way.<br>
(What I thought they believed would be a whole other topic.)<br><br>
I was raised immersed in the Jewish culture. My family was very Jewish and it permeated our life. I could walk into the Jewish community center at any time any day and find someone there who I was related to or someone who knew my relatives. I went to religious school (Sunday schoool classes once a week - sometimes Tues. night) and Jewish day camps and when I was in high school I was a very active member of two different Jewish youth groups.<br>
God, however, was not really a part of that.<br>
It was just what you do to be a good Jew. And you are a Jew because you are born one.<br><br>
By the time I was in college I was through with religion. I decided that doing ritualistic religious stuff just because that is what you are supposed to do is a stupid waste of time and I was not going to do it any more.<br>
My mother had died when I was a senior in high school and I had decided that you never know when you might die so you should party and enjoy the time you have.<br><br>
I told my dad I would no longer attend high holy day services because I thought it was a hypocritical waste of time.<br>
That made him pretty upset.<br><br>
I read about new age religious stuff like the Shirley Mc Clain books and took classes in philosophy, psychology and anthropology in college.<br>
It sounded to me like man created god rather than God created man.<br>
If there was a god at all.<br><br>
Fast forward a few years.<br>
I was 27 and married to a jerk.<br>
I was unhappy.<br>
I was not however seeking God or religion at all for any reason.<br><br>
But a co-worker who had been praying for me for 3 1/2 years had given me an open invitation to visit her. One night ex-h was going out partying or whatever he was doing. I called my co-worker and asked to visit. She had tracts out when I got there. I was curious, picked one up and asked about it. She tried sharing it with me and I had more questions than she could answer. She had to call her husband in. He could not answer my questions either. He suggested that I just try it. I read through the tract and prayed the prayer at the end with them.<br>
I really did not think Jesus was God.<br>
I don't think I really understood at that time that Christians thought that Jesus was God or what that meant. I just figured that I was probably wasting my breath and time but I felt like praying that prayer anyway and it could not have made my life any worse than it already was so I prayed it.<br>
Then they asked if I wanted to be baptised and I was baptised right then in their bathtub.<br>
I had no idea what that meant.<br>
It was just a bizarre thing I did.<br>
I did not even know why I did it.<br>
I had no expectatations that anything at all would be different in my life.<br>
No one had told me I might feel different or that anything would change in my life at all.<br><br>
But my entire life changed.<br>
I did not even know what was going on.<br>
I was happy for no reason.<br>
Nothing had changed.<br>
Ex-h was still a total jerk.<br>
But I felt happy and different.<br>
I felt so different I thought I might be pg and took a hpt.<br>
I was not pregnant.<br>
But there was a new life within me.<br>
It was the life of the Lord who is Jesus who is God living in me.<br>
And He has never left me since then.<br>
Many things have happened in my life since then and many things have changed.<br>
But God has always been with me through everything and He always will be.
 
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