I talk about religion a lot in this blog, but I don't think I've ever posted all that much on how I became religious myself.
A lot of people have very dramatic conversion stories, often about how they went down the wrong road and reached rock bottom before finally abandoning shallow pursuits and grasping a much deeper meaning of life. I am not one of those people. I grew up with a very religious father, and he grew up in a very religious Louisiana family. My dad and his seven siblings were very poor growing up, but they all got along really well for as long as I've known them, even now as their days are beginning to end and they're slowly beginning to pass away.
In my elementary school days I was fairly typical. Did bad stuff every once in a while that got me in trouble. I'd go to church with my dad here and there and he got me a kid's Bible by Mary Batchelor with great illustrations that I'd look at from time to time without actually reading much. Most of the time I just watched TV and played Nintendo when I wasn't in school.
One of my many cousins and I were out in the woods of Louisiana one day during this time, and even though his father was a minister, he and I spent that day saying every foul word we knew of at that time, because a bunch we still didn't know. But then we decided we were tired of that foolishness and pretty much stopped saying bad words after that.
So when I got to middle school and high school I was actually a bit more behaved. I never had an urge to drink or smoke or anything like that. Adult magazines and websites were a different story and once I got into those I didn't shake that habit until I was 26 or so. Other than that I didn't have too many problems other than being very lazy in 10th grade. But by 11th grade I woke up and stopped being quite so lazy, and life got a bit easier after that.
I believe it was in 8th grade when I finally felt called to walk up to the front of the service during the church's period of invitation. I thought about it for a good long while before I finally did. I think I was worried about not being saved at that point. I was baptized shortly afterward. I started going to church regularly, but I got kind of freaked out in Sunday school with the pop religious music and socializing so I pretty much stayed in regular church.
I read the Bible (or at least most of it) when I went to college, but even by then I didn't feel the spirit impacting me very deeply. Not that I craved the spirit very much. Some other religious folks there met me from time to time, but I couldn't be as committed as they were. I think it was good to meet them here and there and I did appreciate it. I went to church only sporadically during my college days.
My mom passed away while I was in college and I ended up moving back in with my dad and going back to the church I grew up in and was baptized in. They asked me to do some of the sound and/or projector and I did it for a few years, but it wasn't very fun for me. I can't call it a thankless job because I was thanked quite often by many members of the congregation. I had a lot more fun going to lunch with the medical students after church. We had a whole Sunday school class of just married medical students at that time because the church is close to a medical school.
A few years later I got married myself ,and my wife and I went to about two or three different churches before picking one to settle with. I think it was at this time that I finally really started to get a feel of what Biblical doctrine was truly about, and I actually began craving a lifestyle that did not forsake the Lord. I realized the deep truths of Proverbs and how material as old as that really can apply so much even today. It's a book I feel EVERY young man should read because all of the pitfalls it talks about are very real. And I came to feel more and more that life is not a meaningless and random series of pointless events. There's very much an intent behind nature, and MUCH more to the world than meets the eye.
I ended up going back to church with my dad again a few years later, and I guess I've been going with him every Sunday for the past three or four years. It's a time I cherish because I know it's becoming limited as he progresses to an advanced age.
Me being middle aged now myself makes me realize how fragile humanity is and how it really does need a lot of help in its battle against sin. I know I'll take what help I can get because I certainly am not immune from falling into the traps of self-deception and failing to realize my own sins. That doesn't go away just because I'm a bit older. I don't care if people think I use religion as a crutch. Why? Because I do. And I don't care if they think I was indoctrinated either. So what if I was?
My life, even if it seems dull to many, has been quite fulfilling to me, where I got to live many dreams and ambitions and experienced a lot of good fortune. There were some setbacks here and there and I'm sure those will continue. But I hope I can be as thankful for all that God has given me as I have been over the past few years of slow spiritual awakening and realizing how amazingly frequently involved God has been in just my mediocre life. God revealed so very much to me in my secular and religious studies and in my relationships that he never had to show me at all. But he wanted to anyway.
Even just quiet mornings where I wake up early and take it slow before work bring me so much joy. I don't even have my heart set on eternal life all that much because I've already been so blessed with just the temporary one God has given me. Of course I still believe that next life is still there. But even without it, God's goodness to me here has been so evident. I know it hasn't been that way for everyone, and those I pray he takes special care of in the next life.