When I was twenty-two years old, I tried to convert.
I was raised Unitarian Universalist. Daughter and granddaughter of Unitarian Universalists, child of active church board members and a student at the local Montessori school, I was steeped in UU values and beliefs. And like many people, I wanted to experiment – I wanted to engage with a different faith than that I’d known my whole life.
I had studied religion in college, and was fascinated by the way that people’s religious beliefs influenced their lives and their decisions. I wanted to see what else was out there – perhaps a religion that could offer me more guidance, something that could give me the concrete answers on cosmological questions that Unitarian Universalism never had.
So I began to attend other churches, and even a synagogue. I visited the Episcopalians, the Reform Jews and the UCC’s. I shared coffee with Baptists and sang with the Methodists. I was inspired by many of their stories and loved that they said the same thing every week. As I dabbled, however (and really enjoyed the Baptists, I’ll be honest!), I found I was running into a significant hitch. I didn’t believe what these churches were saying.
They said they had the answer. Most of them repeated the Nicaean Creed, and they relied on the Bible and the Torah for guidance. But when it came right down to it, it didn’t seem to me that they didn’t know any more about the meaning of the cosmos than my Unitarian Universalist communities. They had beliefs and hopes, but they didn’t have the answers in their theology. Not answers I could believe.
So I came home. I returned back to the wrestle-with-the-questions community I had been raised in and started to look again for answers. For guidance on how to make the best decisions I could. For a community that could sustain me as I faced living in a world that isn’t always pretty, but sometimes more beautiful than I can believe. And here in this church, I found something that was amazing – I found Unitarian Universalist theology. And with that, I found an anchor that helped me understand the questions; an anchor that helped – and helps! – me live my life.




