The Bahai Faith

Drawn to the Bahá’í Faith

I’ve always been someone that believes in God.

But I also believe in many paths to a destination.

On my bed stand right now sits the Quran that I love, the Bahá’í prayer book, and my Bible. Three books. One God. Different languages of the same light.

My faith journey is all about learning other religions. Not to pick one and discard the rest, but to understand how God speaks through many voices. My father was a Bahá’í, and I’m coming into a new understanding for the Bahá’í Faith — the oneness of humanity, the oneness of religion, the belief that we are all leaves of one tree. Unity. Justice. Service. That’s the work.

My mother was a practicing Muslim, more for the Sunni Muslims. I watched her pray. I felt her devotion. And I have friends that are Buddhists, Hindus, and many religions. I sit with them. I listen. I learn.

A personal relationship with God is deeper than going to church. It’s deeper than one building, one book, one name. I want to do things that God has intended for me, and I believe He uses all these paths to teach me.

Being drawn to the Bahá’í Faith doesn’t mean I’m leaving anything behind. It means I’m gathering. Like my father did. Like my mother did in her way. Like I do when I’m at the library researching instead of at parties, because balance is key. Introvert and extrovert. Black and White. Quran and Bible.

All of it is making me whole.

I’m in my cocoon stage becoming a butterfly. And butterflies don’t ask which flower is “right.” They gather what they need to fly.

Teeth and all. Curls and all. Faith and all.