Hm, that’s weird I just posted in apologetics questioning whether people post their conversion stories or if there should be a forum for it etc. I’ll post mine in this if thats what you’re asking for.
I grew up in a non christian house. My mother never taught us anything religious or moral, or anything else. She is basically an atheist but I don’t know if she would ever admit to it outright to someone she didn’t really know. She never admitted it to me until about a year ago when I really questioned her about it. The thing that I remember her saying when I was growing up was that she didn’t believe in organized religion. But the thing I remember most about her disbelief in organized religion was her outright hatred of Christianity. This was passed onto me. And for all I know onto my two sisters. In my growth and especially during my adoclescence, I absolutely hated Christianity. I grew up in the bible belt, and all I saw was stupidity and I was disgusted with all of it. I thought Christianity was childish, stupid, unreasonable, ugly, etc. And when I came into my adolescence I read a lot of Nietzsche and other things like that that reinforced this belief. But when I was 13 I discovered something else. It was an author by the name of Anne Rice. I read almost everything of her that I could get my hands on. And almost everything she wrote was in some way informed by the Catholicism she was raised in. This was a positive although heterodox exposure I had to Catholicism in my youth. After this exposure I still hated protestantism for being childishly stupid but I had a growing respect for Catholicism in its beauty and intellectuality. I never really differentiated them in my mind because I had no need of it, but I soon would. In my life I had never been an atheist, I always believed in God, but I never defined that for myself. I attempted to and ended up failing miserably. More and more I found it unacceptable that I had no clue what God was. And having a depressive bent, it became more and more depressing and important to me. I looked to Hinduism for a while, superficially, as I did to Native American beliefs and other philosophies. But none of them were sufficient. One night, at the end of my rope, I could not live my life without knowing what God was. I knew it was of the utmost importance, just from reasoning it out. I called out to God in my horrible despair to help me. And He did. He gave me this growing feeling of love for Him. And I knew and still know that it was only from Him that I had this love of Him. I had such love of Him that I had to know what to do to please Him, how to worship Him and be with Him. When it came down to it I simply reasoned it out. It was fairly easy. I knew there was only one God. Polytheism is a mess and anyone who really stops and thinks it through can know this. Besides Polytheism was soundly defeated by Monotheism, so those ‘gods’ had no power obviously. As for Hinduism which still has many adherents, I had studied it enough and I knew it for what it was. Either it proclaimed that you had to be born into it to be a hindu or it was an offshoot like Buddhism which I found to be a hateful religion, as to be absolutely irrelevant to any thinking objective person. And as for pagan religions that still exist, I saw them as mainly an effort to hold on to heritage than anything else. In any case I knew that the true worship of God had to be universal. As anyone with any honesty will say, there is only one truth. I also knew that God wants everyone to know Him because I knew He is good. I got that from God Himself. So it came down to the three. Islam, Judaism, and Christianity. Islam, there was no way. I don’t need to go into it anymore than that. Judaism I saw as a dead religion who didn’t even want non jews to enter it. That left Christianity. Now I knew Protestantism was out of the question because it is unreasonable, or in the words I used then, stupid. That left Catholicism. When I went to the Parish of my town, the one Parish there is, I felt that God was telling me it was right. So I became Catholic. That isn’t the end of it, as Catholics know. There were many signs God gave me that it was right. One was that a childhood friend of mine who I had not kept in contact with was becoming Catholic at the same exact time I was. I ran into her at Mass. It was a complete shock because she had much the same upbringing I had, pseudo hippy, and because I knew her to be a drug addict for some time now. I became friends with her again and her husband who was Catholic, and we were baptized and confirmed on the same day.
So, how did they find you?
