MY JOURNEY OF FAITH 1 – How Did I Become A Christian?

In a blue skied Mediterranean afternoon, in my parent’s bungalow situated in the centre of a sudden rural island, I made my way into life, totally vulnerable, and completely oblivious to what was awaiting me. Since then, I have been ‘drifting’ in and out of consciousness or true awakening, to come, each time, to a particular type of awareness shaped by my life experiences, the degree of maturity and the level of my intellect. The ride in the boat of childhood was very rough, hence the birth of my rebel juvenile attitude towards life and toward Allah.

I had considered my life to be traumatic and without a meaning from a very early age, which lead to my first attempt of suicide at the age of six. Soon later, I remember vividly seeing a picture of a little girl like me, kneeling in front of Jesus’ statue, praying with her eyes shut and a halo of peace surrounding her calm Mona Lisa – like face. I felt touched and wished secretly to be able to enjoy a similar relationship. When I was only 12 though, I decided Allah was too cruel to me and to women in general and I rendered myself indifferent to him ever since, not knowing that this fundamental act of rebelliousness was to rid me of my, then, only available support and my opportunity for personal growth. This has lead me, I believe, to spending an important part of my youth in poverty, affectional hunger and mental and psychological confusion. From then on, I lumbered through life from a hardship to another, and from one mistake to the next. I was absolutely lonely in spite of the number of friends and acquaintances around me. I was a failure despite my qualification of higher education. My heart was empty and miserable although there were always some admirers.

Occasionally, like now, I pondered upon my condition and “examined myself, questioning why” this was happening to me, where did I go wrong and how objective my internal experience was. Although my situation was not relatively the worst if put in comparison with all the miseries that humanity had to suffer, I realised that my concerns were real and evolved around truly negative experiences. Nevertheless, whatever answers I reached back then were not able to alleviate my hardship and improve my condition, until I met Him again, and this time, it was for good.

In the middle of my confusion, misery and the lack of physical and social stability, I had to move North to escape a failed marriage, social persecution and to be able to find work. A year later, my life was still far from stable and my heart was yearning for true love like never before.
And then I saw Him in the form of a Church, in a town full of foreigners and oak trees. I was just passing by, but He stole my heart. I longed for His unconditional love, support and forgiveness, but, like when I was still a six year old, I couldn’t reach for Him just yet. I still believed that He was unapproachable and that because I was prohibited from reaching for Him, this wish of being His, can never materialise in my life. A few months later, I went for a job interview in a school during which I learnt that the organisation was a Christian charity for children with special need and that my interviewer was a nun. The interview was very informal and this encouraged me to seize the opportunity and know more about my beloved. Although eventually I did not work with the school as I was offered a position in the capital at the same time, I was handed over the New Testament at the end of the interview (something locals were prohibited from having), and later on, details of the priest who lead the service in the city’s main cathedral.

Sitting now in my favourite chair, considering calmly what took place back then, is a great evidence that every thing that happened up to now, positive or negative, was in my opinion for a good reason. I feel that finding Jesus was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. But being guarded and surrounded, as I was, by Islamic tradition in a Muslim country, it would have never been possible for me to surrender my life to His will, had it not been a mess. As for personal growth, I found that I had a lot to catch up with, especially when comparing myself to His Grace and when thinking about what He has done for me. So, finding Jesus was not the end for me but the beginning for a fresh new life that although it is not free of challenges, I would not trade it for anything.

3 thoughts on “MY JOURNEY OF FAITH 1 – How Did I Become A Christian?

  1. Hello God’s whisper, it is interesting to read your testimony here. It’s a young age to suffer, under the age of six (when you attempted suicide). Certain things that people say tend to stand our more than other things that they say, usually this is because you relate to the experience and in this same sense your heart goes out to them and in another sense you are touched by what they say. For a lot of people here, their sufferings start from a very early age; it can seem so cruel at this point as most people would certainly agree, that under the age of six, we all have a great deal of innocence so why should people suffer at that age, especially if it’s at the hands of others so in another sense this is a kind of a sad awakening for such people, especially if suffering is a major feature in their lives and the order of their day, if not weeks, months, years! I have always noticed that there is a theme of sorrow going through most people’s lives; this theme of sorrow for some people started very early in life; I suppose we are all land-based creatures, yet in our hearts we are water-based in that we tend to swim a lot in this endless stream of sorrows. It is good to read your broad-minded story here; you read as very grown up in your maturity and view on life. Your words read as rich in experiences and deep in understanding and as offering truth amidst this torrent of information on the internet here, so again, you are a rare treat and read as a stabilising influence also amidst the madness of today’s world. Stay strong – Love & Peace in Jesus!


    1. Sorry for the late reply as I was under the weather. Thank you very much for taking the time to write an in-depth comment about my article. It’s very encouraging. Much appreciated.

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      1. Thank you also and I hope you are feeling much better now and that the Lord will bless you and inspire you to continue sharing your heart and your experiences. Love wasn’t put in our hearts to stay, love isn’t love ’till we give it away and a little love goes such a long way – Praise Jesus for His boundless Love!


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