Most of the conversion stories I’ve read follow a general pattern: emptiness or unhappiness (even if it was only seen that way in retrospect), new exposure to a faith that not only fills the emptiness but speaks to you as though it was written just for you, a leap of faith, and a new pledged allegiance. Mine was no different, even if it failed to take for fairly obvious reasons. I was having my typical experience at summer camp (any... Read more