A former Christian discusses the
things she found illogical with Christianity and her
interest in Judaism.
By Kristin
My search for a
religion began in high school when I was 15 or 16 yrs
old. I had been associating with a bad group of
people whom I thought were my friends, but in time I
realized these people were losers. I saw what
direction their lives were heading in, and it wasn't a
good one. I didn't want these people to have any
affect on my success for the future, so I cut myself
off from them completely. It was hard in the
beginning because I was alone without friends. I
started to look for something to associate myself with
and something that I could rely on and base my life
on....something that no person could ever use to
destroy my future with. Naturally, I turned to
seeking God. Finding out who God was and what the
truth was wasn't easy, however. What was the truth
anyway?! This was my primary question as I began my
search for a religion.
In my own
family, there have been many shifts of religion. My
family has Jews and a few kinds of Christianity in it,
and now, Alhumdulilah (all praise is for God) Islam.
When my Mom and
Dad were married, they felt the need to decide what
faith to bring there children up in. Since the
Catholic Church was really the only option for them
(our town just has 600 people) they both converted to
Catholicism and raised my sister and I as Catholics.
Going back through the stories of conversions in my
own family, it seems that they are all conversions of
convenience. I don't think they were truly seeking
God, but just manipulating religion as the means to
achieving an end. Even after all these changes in the
past, religion was never of extreme importance for my
Mom, Dad, sister or I. If anything, ours was the
family you saw at church during Christmas time and
Easter. I always felt that religion was something
separate from my life, 6 days a week or life and one
day a week for church, on the rare occasions when I
did go. In other words, I wasn't conscious of God or
how to live according to His teachings on a day to day
basis.
I didn't accept
some Catholic practices including:
1)
Confessions to a priest: I thought why couldn't I just
confess to God without having to go through a man to
get to Him?
2) The
"Perfect" Pope- How can a mere man, not even a
prophet, be perfect?!
3) The
worship of saints- wasn't this a direct violation of
the first commandment? Even after 14 years of forced
Sunday school attendance, the answers I received to
these questions and others were, "You just have to
have faith!!" Should I have faith because someone
TOLD me to?! I thought faith should be based on the
truth and answers that appealed to logic, I was
interested to find some.
I didn't want
the truth of my parents, or friends, or anyone else.
I wanted God's truth. I wanted every idea I held to
be true to me because I believed it entirely, heart
and soul. I decided if I was to find the answers to
my questions, I would have to search with an objective
mind, and I began to read...
I decided that
Christianity was not the religion for me. I didn't
have anything personal with Christians, but I found
that the religion itself contained many
inconsistencies, especially when I read the Bible. In
the Bible, the inconsistencies I came across and the
things that made no sense at all were so numerous that
I actually felt embarrassed that I had never
questioned them before or even noticed them!
Since some
people in my family are Jewish, I started to research
Judaism. I thought to myself the answer may be
there. So for about a year I did research on anything
concerning Judaism, I mean in DEPTH research!!
Everyday I tried to read and learn something (I still
know about Orthodox Jewish kosher laws!). I went to
the library and checked out every book on Judaism
within a two month period, looked up info. On the
internet, went to the synagogue, talked with other
Jewish people in nearby towns and read the Torah and
Talmud. I even had one of my Jewish friends come
visit me from Israel! I thought maybe I had found
what I was looking for. Yet, the day I was supposed
to go the synagogue and meet with the rabbi about
possibly making my conversion official, I backed out.
I honestly don't know what stopped me from leaving the
house that day, but I just stopped as I was about to
go out the door and went back in and sat down. I felt
like I was in one of those dreams where you try to run
but everything is in slow motion. I knew the rabbi
was there and waiting for me, but I didn't even call
to say I was coming. The rabbi didn't call me
either. Something was missing...
After learning
that Judaism was also not the answer, I thought (also
after much pressure from my parents) to give
Christianity one more try. I had, as I said, a good
background in the technicalities from my years of
Sunday schools, but I was more concerned with finding
the truth behind the technicalities. What was the
beauty of it all, where was the security of it and how
I could accept it logically? I knew if I were to
seriously consider Christianity, Catholicism was out.
I went to every other Christian church in my town,
Lutheran, Pentecostal, Latter Day Saints (Mormon), and
non-denominational churches. I didn't find what I was
looking for - answers!! It wasn't the environment of
the people which turned me away; it was the
discrepancies between denominations which disturbed
me. I believed there had to be one right way, so how
could I possibly chose the "right" denomination? In
my estimation it was impossible and unfair for a
Compassionate and Merciful God to leave mankind with
such a choice. I was lost...
Kristin,
Ex-Catholic, USA (part 2 of 2)
At this point I
was just as confused and frustrated as when I began my
search. I felt like throwing up my arms to God and
shouting, "What now?" I wasn't a Jew, I wasn't a
Christian; I was just a person who believed in one
God. I thought of giving up organized religion all
together. All I wanted was the truth, I didn't care
what holy book it came from; I just wanted it.
One day I was
reading on the internet and decided to take a break
and find a chat room. I noticed a "religion chat",
which of course I was interested in, so I clicked on
it. I saw a room called "Muslim chat". Should I go
in? I was hoping no terrorists would gain access to
my e-mail and send me computer viruses - or worse.
Images of huge men dressed in black with big beards
coming to the door and kidnapping me flashed in my
brain. (You can tell how much I knew about Islam -
zero!) But then I thought, C'mon, this is just an
innocent investigation. I decided to go in and
noticed that the people in this room weren't as scary
as I had imagined they would be. In fact, most of
them called each other "brother" or "sister" even if
they had just met! I said hi to everyone and told
them to fill me in on the basics of Islam - which I
knew nothing about. What they had to say was
interesting and coincided with what I already
believed. Some people offered to send me books so I
said okay. (By the way, I never did get any viruses
and no men showed up at my door to take me away,
except my husband but I went willingly!)
When I logged
off the chat, I went directly to the library and
checked out every book on Islam, just as I had done
with Judaism. Now I was interested to read and learn
more. Before I could even get the huge stack of books
home, I wanted to look through a few. This was a
turning point for me.... The first few I looked
through explained the basics in more detail, some were
scholarly and some had pictures of huge beautiful
mosques with women in scarves. Luckily I also checked
out a Quran...I opened it up at random and began to
read. The language was what hit me first, I felt an
authority talking to me, not a man talking as I had
with other "sacred" texts. The passage I read (and
unfortunately I don't know what it was) talked about
what God expects you to do in this life and how to
live it according to His commandments. It stated that
God is The Most Gracious and Merciful and The
Forgiver. Most importantly, unto Him is our return.
Before I knew it, I could hear each of my tear drops
as they hit the pages that I was reading. I was
crying right in the middle of the library, because
finally, after all my searching and wondering I had
found what I was looking for- Islam. I knew the Quran
was something unique because I had read a lot of
religious literature, and NONE of it was ever this
clear or gave me such a feeling. Now I can see the
wisdom of God…for letting me explore Judaism and
Christianity so thoroughly before I found Islam, so I
could compare them all and realize that NOTHING
compares to Islam.
From that point
on I kept researching Islam. I approached it by
looking for inconsistencies as I had done with Judaism
and Christianity, but there wasn't any to be found. I
scoured the Quran, searching for any discrepancy; even
to this day I haven't been able to find ONE
inconsistency in it! Another great thing I love about
the Quran is it challenges the reader to question it.
It says about itself that if it wasn't from God surely
you would find a lot of inconsistency in it! Not only
was Islam free of inconsistencies, it had an answer
for any question I could think of - an answer that
made sense.
After three
months, I decided that Islam was the answer and made
my conversion official by saying the Shahadah.
However, I had to say my Shahadah over the speaker
phone with an imam from Pennsylvania because there
were no Muslims or mosques near me (the NEAREST was
about 6 hours away). I have never regretted my
decision to convert. Since there were no Muslims
living near me, I had to take initiative and do much
learning on my own, but I never grew tired of it
because I was learning the truth. Accepting Islam was
like an awakening of my spirit, my mind and even how I
viewed the world.
I could compare
it to someone who has bad eyesight; they struggle to
keep up on class, can't concentrate and are constantly
challenged by their handicap. If you just give them a
pair of glasses everything becomes clear and in
focus. This is how my experience of Islam is: like
receiving a pair of glasses, which have allowed me,
for the first time, to really see.