How I Came to Faith in Christ

  • Belief in God is a prerequisite for testing
  • Studying God where He exists is a means to testing
  • Aligning oneself with God’s purpose is paramount
  • Don’t forget to check for results

How I Lost Faith Before I Ever Knew It

I grew up in a religious home. My father was a working man, a stereotypical white all-American blue-collar worker.

  • My parents found religion — In first grade, some friends invited my younger sister and me to Vacation Bible School (VBS). I don’t remember much about it other than doing a few crafts and listening to Bible stories. When we returned home at the end of the last day, my parents asked us if we had fun. Of course, what 4 and 6 year old wouldn’t? But the next thing out of their mouths was startling. “Good, because on Sunday you’ll be going to church with us.” That was startling because my parents weren’t churchgoers. As it turned out, they had grown up in a Pentecostal-Holiness environment (both of my grandfathers were preachers in that movement) but were not active. Our taking an interest in VBS prompted them to return to their roots, and thus began my journey with faith.
  • 10 years old — My 10th year was pivotal in a number of ways. My father was a preacher in a small church plant outside of Abilene, Texas. He did something that got him removed from the pulpit, and my family moved to Dallas where my maternal grandfather by adoption (and great uncle by blood) pastored a church. My father also injured his back that year and spent some time in the hospital. He would eventually re-enter the workforce, but the injury had a lasting impact on him in a number of ways. My mother went to work (for the first time) to support the family. At the time, I was unaware of the impact that would have on my father, but I believe (looking back) that it was a blow to his pride, which led, from that moment on, to many family struggles. Mom went on to have a stellar career as an insurance policy writer (I am very proud of her). I was also identified by teachers in my new school that year as a “talented and gifted student,” which meant I began an advanced academic track that allowed me to develop my intellect, logical reasoning skills, and creative imagination in ways that a typical education would not have afforded me.
  • From bad to worse — From that time on, my father grew increasingly angry and toxic. He became emotionally and verbally abusive toward my mother, my two younger sisters, and me. His expectations of me as the oldest child and only son were unrealistic. He was a hard, and harsh, man. And an inconsistent disciplinarian. (On the flip side, he instilled in me a strong work ethic.) There were times when I found my father’s emotional state to be indiscernible. At 14, after an angry spat with my mother, he plopped down in his easy chair in the family room and began to sulk. He told me that he was thinking of divorcing my mother and asked me what I thought of that. I didn’t answer, but at the time, I wished it would happen. It never did. My father was irrational, bitter, and out of control. While he was never physically abusive, I was afraid of him.

The Conversion of A Young Agnostic

Had you asked my thoughts on religion during the earliest years of adulthood, I’d have likely shrugged my shoulder and said, “It’s not important.” I literally never gave it a thought.

Many More Tests To Come

The year was 1992.

How My Conversion Experience Tested God’s Faithfulness

One might think my story is about testing God’s existence. Perhaps it is, on the surface. But at a deeper level, it has implications for testing God’s faithfulness.

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Allen Taylor

Allen Taylor

Allen Taylor is chief content officer at https://tayloredcontent.com, an author and ghostwriter, and publisher at https://cruxpublications.com.