"I started to understand what had eluded me for so long"

Who couldn't use more light, more clarity in a time of questioning? And if we are in the middle of our own search for light, it sometimes helps to hear the experiences of others who are finding "there ariseth light in the darkness," as the Psalmist describes it. This column records some experiences that may be useful to those who are looking for new answers. The accounts are anonymous in order to give authors the opportunity to talk freely about earlier lifestyles and attitudes that may have been considerably different from what they now value. Of necessity, the recounting of experiences is telescoped in its time frame, and these narratives do not attempt to tell a complete story. But they do show something of the wide range of seekers and the way in which the light of Christ, Truth, restores, redirects, and regenerates lives.

When I was a child I attended my parents' church on Sunday morning, Sunday School in the afternoon, and church again in the evening. By my late teens I'd given up religion.

I became a very skeptical person. I don't mean that I didn't like new ideas—I did. It's just that I required a fair degree of proof before I could accept them.

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