Hello n3 ... really, truly, honestly, I have no such preconceptions about you. I couldn't possibly, not after reading a few paragraphs about you on a forum. I've been around forums long enough to have learned not to form such bold ideas of who other members are. I'm trying to get the measure of what you believe - part of that is suggesting things I think you might believe, and seeing what you say in return.
Thank you for describing the beginning of your journey of faith. Testimony is a wonderful thing ... very personal. If I may, here's how it was with me:
I was christened when I was a few months old. My mum took us (I have a brother and a sister) to church, we attended Sunday School, we were all confirmed aged about 12, I became a Sunday School teacher and for a while I was a server altar boy type person as well. I knew all the Bible stories, I knew about Jesus and the cross and all that. If anybody challenged what I believed I would argue for my faith without hesitation.
Then the teenage independence hormones really kicked in. I started to question a lot of stuff, including why I was getting up on a Sunday morning for a God I knew lots about, except for having no proof he wasn't just someone's idea of what might be 'out there' when you die.
It caused a lot of heartache between my mum and myself, partly I suspect because she and I were confirmed together. She called in my dad (they were divorced) for a Proper Chat after one Sunday morning when I refused to get up and go to church with her. He asked me if I believed in God any more and it felt really hard to say 'no', but I don't think that's because I secretly did, I think it's because that many years of learning and being obedient to what your parents say you should do and believe is not easy to just drop on a whim.
They never made me go to church after that but after a couple of years a friend at school who was a member of a house church started to talk to me about Jesus. He was the first person I ever heard who talked about him as if he really was a real person. I went to his church with him, listened to the youth leader talking, and over the following months, it really began to click. It felt so, so good to find that it was possible to actually have a relationship with the God I previously had merely known lots about. I felt determined to get to know him as well as I could, as soon as I could. I asked the church to baptise me - which they did - because I longed so hard for that knowledge about God to become a relationship with him.
Not long after my baptism I went to one of those Christian conferences where everyone camps for a week and attends meetings in a big top. I knew that at that point, I still did not have the Spirit in my heart. I had felt God's direction on my life, especially in taking the step of obedience in getting baptised, but I knew that I was still lacking that permanent, intimate relationship. By the time of the last meeting of the week in the youth tent (I was 17 by this point), I was absolutely desperate for God. I had the idea that only a conference like this was a spiritual enough place for someone to have a real meeting with God! I know that's daft now (I'm quite capable of believing daft things) but it was all I could think of at the time. I think God was happy to let me stew because it meant, when I responded to the altar call that night, that I reeeeeeally meant it. I think I was the first person on my feet, and the second of those who stood to pray aloud.
The Holy Spirit came into me very powerfully that night. He was a real, tangible presence in my body. He felt like fire, even though I didn't see any! I knew from that moment, without a shadow of a doubt, and I have never doubted since - that I was born again, and am indwelled by Him. I floated around the campsite that night. I looked up at the stars and goggled at the thought that I knew the One who put them there. It was such a powerful experience, I remember it almost blow by blow, 16 years later.
Once upon a time, God was a theoretical thing to me, but not any longer. I know Him and I love Him. I hold His written word in the highest regard, not because it is somehow a deity in its own right, but because I know and love the One who gave it and trust Him that what he has given us is reliable.