My grandmother prayed for me
I believe my spiritual journey began before I was born. Scripture says God knew me in the womb. I also had a godly grandmother on my dad’s side who probably started praying for me as soon as she got the news. I know she prayed for me as long as we both were alive. My dad’s sister, Aunt Jane, told me so, and she herself kept praying for me as long as she was alive.
Raised in a church
My parents attended what was then the Community Presbyterian Church in Bellflower, where I was baptized at the age of three. I attended Sunday School and church regularly when old enough, and joined the church when I was twelve. As a teen, I was very active in the church youth group and became president when I was a senior. I regularly attended our independent campus Christian club in the high school gym every Tuesday and Thursday at lunch. I was totally committed — until I started to doubt some of the Christian doctrines I had believed. I never doubted there was a God.
When I no longer wholeheartedly believed the trinitarian concept of God, I tried to resign as youth group president, but the advisor said I should stay, doubts and all. She said I would not have to pretend anything, but she wanted me to continue in office. Hypocrisy was against my principles, so I did not claim to believe anything I didn’t. While I remained president, we studied other religions. I will probably talk more about this doubting period in other posts to come.
Doubt resolved, faith renewed
The doubts ended during my first semester at UCLA. I started going home more on weekends and I changed churches. The Presbyterian church I grew up in had become very liberal. The youth director who had guided our church’s Christian education program as I was growing up left to go to seminary about the time I graduated from high school. The new youth director seemed more determined to…