Are Other Religions Wrong? An Honest Answer From Someone Who Almost Never Found Her Way Back
I have to be honest with you before we even get into this topic. I am not someone who grew up with a steady, lifelong faith. My story is a lot messier than that. And honestly I think that mess is exactly why this question hits so close to home for me.
I grew up Pentecostal. Hands raised, spirit-filled, altar call every Sunday Pentecostal. I knew the songs. I knew the prayers. I knew what it felt like to believe with everything in you.
And then one day I just …. stopped. No church. No prayer. No God, as far as I was concerned. For years I lived like none of it had ever mattered. And for a long time I was okay with that.
Then I met my husband.
He Never Once Preached at Me
My husband is Catholic. But he didn’t hand me a reading list or challenge my absence from faith or make me feel guilty for all those years I had spent away from God. He just lived his faith quietly and loved me loudly.
And slowly, really, really slowly, something in me started to wake up again.
It wasn’t one big dramatic moment. It was a long gradual process of watching someone love God in a way that was steady and calm and unshakeable. And eventually I started asking questions. And those questions cracked something open in me that I honestly thought had been sealed shut forever.
I came back to faith. And I came back Catholic.
So When People Ask Me If Other Religions Are Wrong
I can not answer that question the way someone who never left might. I answer it as a woman who walked away from God completely and was somehow, graciously, found again anyway.
And here is where I land. I do not think God was absent from my Pentecostal church. I do not think those years were wasted. I do not think the women who prayed over me and the worship that moved me and the faith that was planted in me as a little girl meant nothing. I think God was there. I think He was working even when I eventually walked away from it all.
The Catholic faith I belong to now does not ask me to pretend my past didn’t happen. It actually makes room for the idea that God is bigger than any one building or tradition. That truth and grace can show up in unexpected places. That He meets people where they are.
I have lived that. I know it is true.
What I Believe With My Whole Heart
Do I believe the Catholic Church holds something full and deep and transformative? Absolutely. The Eucharist alone changed something in me I cannot fully put into words. The sacraments reached places in my soul that nothing else ever had. I am not shy about that.
But I also believe that the God who waited patiently through years of my wandering and unbelief is not a God who gives up on people easily. He is not sitting in heaven with a clipboard checking which denomination you belong to. He is pursuing people. Gently. Persistently. Through Catholic husbands and old Pentecostal memories and quiet moments and long gradual processes that take longer than anyone expects.
He pursued me. And it worked.
What I Want to Ask You
Maybe you are reading this as a lifelong Catholic who has never questioned any of this. Maybe you grew up in a completely different tradition and you are quietly curious about mine. Maybe you are somewhere in between ….. believing something but not sure what, belonging somewhere but not sure why.
Or maybe you are exactly where I was. Years away from God. Not looking. Not interested. Convinced that chapter of your life was closed.
I just want you to know that the door that opened for me is still open. And the God who waited for me will absolutely wait for you too.
My husband never argued me into faith. He just loved me well and let God do the rest.
And slowly, gradually, over more time than either of us expected …… it worked.
So Are Other Religions Wrong?
Honestly? I think that might be the wrong question. I think the better question is …. is God big enough to reach people wherever they are? Is He patient enough to pursue someone through years of silence and wandering and closed doors?
I know my answer. I lived it.
And I am so glad He didn’t give up on me.
Have you ever walked away from faith and found your way back? I would love to hear your story in the comments. No judgment here — only grace.
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