Twenty-five years ago I converted to Christianity. Here is my story of how I “wandered into the faith.”
I was born in Minnesota to a working-class family of typical blue-collar workers like what you see in the “let’s make fun of Minnesota” movies. I grew up in a congregation that was a merger of liberal churches. My hometown of Keewatin couldn’t sustain two Protestant churches, so they got together. They sang what to me were the same indecipherable hymns and recited the same incomprehensible creeds. They smoked cheap cigarettes and drank weak coffee after worship. Neither church seemed to care all that much about the Bible, theology, or liturgy, so they merged to create Congregation of the Good Shepherd.
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