I was born on November 24, 1989 and quickly swept into the loving arms of Crestview Baptist Church in Midland, Texas — the buckle of the Bible Belt and the
I was raised to be a Bad Catholic. Before I elaborate, I want to be completely clear about two things: I have never doubted the sincerity of my parents’ and
I was born in Vancouver, Canada in 1973 and lived there until I started college in 1991. My parents were Muslims, and my religious education began early. When I was
I was a member of the Methodist Protestant Church for over thirty years before becoming Catholic. This is a small regional denomination with its headquarters in my home state of
On the first Sunday of Advent in 2017, when I went to a Catholic Mass for the first time, becoming a Catholic was the last thing on my mind. The
It was August, 2018, and I was in the middle of my spiritual direction program. During one session, a faculty member, Steve, shared about his pilgrimage on the Camino de
I was raised in the Catholic Church by parents who loved the faith. We went to Mass every Sunday, I received my sacraments, but I never really considered myself a
I was born and raised in Germany in the mid-1960s. My adoptive family was Protestant, but not very religious. We were CEO Christians (Christmas and Easter Only), and I don’t
I grew up in the beautiful mountains of Colorado with loving parents. We were not religious at all; in fact, our family had an anti-Christian attitude. I believed in an
The people who knew me best in my younger days would describe my personality as callous and obsessive. My mom, dad, sister, friends, and others knew that I was not
My faith journey began with listening to God. Some of my earliest memories are of church and prayer. My parents were devoted members of a non-denominational, charismatic Protestant community. Church,
Shortly before my sixth birthday, my Baptist-minister daddy baptized me in the Mississippi River following a tent revival. He placed me at the front of the line while folks sang