I was raised in a small Texas town outside of Fort Worth as a Southern Baptist. My mother was extremely devout and as a child we spent almost all of our time at church or church related activities. When I got a little older my sister and I started taking musical theatre class (which was my mother’s other great passion) and those activities started taking up all of our time. But I always considered myself a very religious person. And amongst a theatre crowd, I was many times the only religiously inclined person so it became something I was known for. I ended up moving from a small town to the large city of Dallas when I was accepted into the Arts Magnet High School there for Theatre. The school was amazingly diverse with people from many different religious backgrounds like Buddhism, Catholicism, Judaism, and many atheists – all of which were new to me. But it was high school and most of the conversations I had were about much less important things than God. Surprisingly though, one of my best friends as it turned out was something that I had never heard of before, a Baha’i. She hadn’t mentioned it to me the first few years that we knew each other because she knew I was rather attached to my own religious upbringing and didn’t want to freak me out (which was smart.) I took it in stride and didn’t really ask any questions about it. I had learned to be accepting of other people’s different religions if not entirely understanding of them. But my Baha’i friend was easily the most caring and compassionate person I knew, so I knew it couldn’t be a bad thing.
Battling addiction and apathy, Mercy wasn't sure where his life was headed until he realized there were people in the world who were worse off than him.
John Woodall conduction interviews with attendees at Heartland Bahá'í Summer School in 1985.
In the interviews John asks everyone what attracted them to the Bahá'í Faith.
This is a video that commemorates Heartland Bahá'í School's 20th Anniversary, 1984 - 2004.
I am no spring chicken that when most of my life i was in search for a religion that promotes and teaches unity with diversity. While at the beach one day decided to look into the magnificent worship house and discovered the welcome center open to anyone. After researching thru the many books available and found transperancy and deep insight to all my questions , without any personal opinions, i became a Bahai and meet members that were inspiring for further my teaching of a world order that gives hope in knowing the love of god. rich davi
As to how I became a Baha'i, here is my story. I was raised by very religious parents of a major denomination, and I soon learned there were multiple faiths out there, each claiming that only it was the true religion and all the others were flawed in some respect. You either had to accept their prophet as Lord and Savior, or you would be banished to perdition when your time came. This seemed very judgmental to me, I did not care for it, and religion took a back seat in my life. Then several decades ago I learned of the Baha'i Faith when I stopped in to visit at
Being a Bahá’í was a choice for me, conscientiously investigated by mind and heart, and chosen. I was fortunate enough to become a part of a dedicated and vibrant group of individuals who helped me begin to appreciate the nature of the commitment I made. They instilled in me the attitude of lifelong learning and progress I needed to be a Bahá’í.
Dick Weinman, retired professor of broadcast communications at Oregon State University, talks about his life and career, friendship, his search for spiritual meaning, and the way his life changed after his car collided with a cement truck.
I don't know why. Only God can tell you that. But I know how: when my relationship broke up I moved into a duplex - women on one side, men on the other. I shared the top floor with Wanda and she used to allow me to browse her bookshelf for new treasures. I happened to notice an etched-glass panel she had, which I recognized immediately. 18 months prior to this day I sat in the back seat of a Karman Ghia and stared out the window at a building that none of us knew anything about. The picture that Wanda had was a view up one of the pylons of the House of Worship in Wilmette.