I was born into a non-practicing Baptist family. We did celebrate Easter and Christmas but not much else. That was my religious upbringing. I had to go on my spiritual journey alone.
When I was a teenager, I was an atheist. I couldn’t believe in any God with all the suffering in this world. But, Jesus kept knocking on my door. I then started down my path towards Christianity. My uncle was Rev. Ruben Quiros and he was Pentecostal. I tried this denomination and it was not for me.
I then started going to a nondenominational mega church. I felt like I belonged there for a moment but it was leading me in a way that was not good. It is a church that has become right wing, not for me.
I married a Tanzanian man of Islam. I converted to Islam. I was a Muslim woman. I wore my hijab. I prayed five times a day. I fasted for Ramadan. I read the Quran. I believed that I had found where I belonged. I felt beautiful and closer to God. My marriage ended but I was still a practicing Muslim. Then, 2016 came along and I was in a situation where I feared for my life. I decided to leave Islam for the safety of my family and myself.
I became interested in UUCG from a Facebook ad. That first Sunday service, I knew that I belonged. I have found friends. I have found those with similar beliefs and I love it. We have a wonderful congregation.
I don’t know if this is my last path to walk. But for now I’m home. I have to say that I sometimes miss Islam. I miss my hijab. My cross still sits on my mantle.