Everyone loves a convert — I mean, as long as they convert to your “side,” right? Well, probably. For everyone else, it’s an unfathomable treason.
I read a memoir recently by a woman named Rosaria Butterfield entitled Confessions of an Unlikely Convert. She tells her story of being a lesbian women’s studies and English professor for years at Syracuse University, where she was a powerful force for feminism and LGBT causes during the 1990’s, until she, a most unlikely convert, accepted the gospel. It was not a simple transition, as one might imagine, as Butterfield considered her sexuality, her career, and her purpose in light of her relationship with Christ. As one might also imagine, her conversion made a great impact on those who were a part of the life she left behind — and an even greater impact on readers worldwide, who, like me, came to Christ from way out of left field (pun intended).
I’m considering writing a similar work, though not focused wholly on my religious conversion but my socio-political conversion from leftist, third-wave feminism to conservatism. It didn’t happen overnight — no conversion truly does. It took a number of disappointments, of realizing that Obama may, actually, not have had the best interests of Americans in mind during his presidency, that the feminism I supported was actually based on invalid statistics and hypocritical double-standards, the postmodernism is actually a truly problematic worldview.
I always felt that those who wrote memoirs must have done something groundbreaking, or worthy of telling one’s own story — but maybe, like Butterfield, many write memoirs to support the unknown readers who are stuggling with the idea of a conversion and feel alienated, guilty, or, well, like a traitor.
I’m an unlikely convert and I, too, have a story to tell.