It dawned on me the other day that I haven’t really shared my conversion story. In the circles I run in, it’s a pretty common question to ask - everyone has one, but everyone is different. Mine is a pretty standard story - some seeds were planted when I was young, a variety of people and experiences broadened by awareness along the way, and eventually understanding dawned on me and I considered myself a believer. After the conversion, I sought out others with like mind in order to bolster my own understanding, and began to equip myself with the proper conversations in order to convert others to my way of understanding. I share the story of my own conversion here, in the hopes that others may also be inspired to see the light.
As a child, my parents made a point of broadening my horizons and encouraging me to try new things. I was a pretty shy kid, but at some point my parents decided to take me to a weekend activity popular with many families in the area - AYSO soccer. Next thing I knew, I was signed up in the league and practicing a couple times a week for our Saturday morning games. I was hesitant at first, but eventually came to enjoy playing soccer with my friends. After a couple years of playing, I even gained a decent understanding of the game. After a while though, other distractions entered my life and my love affair with soccer - tentative at best - slowly dwindled.