It’s a familiar story, the Millennial who was raised on youth group lock-ins and church potlucks only to leave the faith after taking that first religion class in college or meeting their first openly atheist friend.
Navigating life without the beliefs that once shaped your very identity is, understandably, difficult. Heartbreaking, even.
And then there are those of us who spent Sundays at hockey games and friends houses, never logging much — any — time in the pages of scripture. Until we had that one challenging conversation in college that confronted the stereotypes we had of Christians. So we studied and talked and — awkwardly, timidly — went to church. And somewhere along the way, we believed.
At least that’s what happened to me. When I became a Christian at 22, I knew my life would be different — but I didn’t know I’d experience such . . . awkwardness.
It’s funny to look back on now, but those first moments can be really uncomfortable at times — and those of us who are Christians might do well to keep that in mind.