Conversion Stories

Ignatius and Senia Strange

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Our path to Orthodoxy was longer than some and quicker than others, but one thing I know for sure is that it sure felt like a long time, and for the longest time I had no idea how the issues between my wife and I were going to be resolved.

We were serving as Protestant missionaries when we first encountered Orthodoxy. After our first experience in an Orthodox church while visiting friends, I started asking a lot of questions about Orthodoxy. I was mostly interested in learning more about this “branch” of Christianity which had completely illuded me in the past.

In the mission field, I had struggled for many years with what the “Church” should be and why everything seemed to be so fractured and individualized instead of unified and full. While Scripture was not written to explain what the Church was, it certainly provides a wealth of clues from which I drew a mental sketch of traits the Church should have.

As I asked many questions of my Orthodox friend, I was quite surprised to find that not only did the picture he was painting strongly resemble my sketch, but even when I asked questions intended to find discrepancies, no contradiction ever arose. That sketch helped point me in the right direction, but I have been pleasantly surprised many times since as I continue to experience how great, detailed, and beautiful the real painting is.

The catch was, every step I took closer to the Orthodox Church widened the division between my wife and I.

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This is his wife. I just want to make it short. After six years of disagreement in our faith journey, by God’s grace, we made it through. Here is my story.

I was mad, very mad at him for making us move out of the mission field (though it was our decision together). I am from Thailand, so moving to the U.S. was moving away from home for me. The first year was very tough, though the Lord blessed us with friends that helped us along the way and made me feel more comfortable with life here.

I have a Buddhist background, but had become a Christian, and Orthodoxy was so different from the Christianity I had been introduced to. For the first couple years, we constantly and intensely argued about theology. But then, we got smarter. We stopped talking about theology and focused on love. That much we could agree on.

It seemed to work, though, every once in a while, we did slip back into that old argument…at least I did. Then, one day, six years into it, we started arguing about some comments I heard from a friend about his faith in Orthodoxy. I was so mad that I didn’t talk to my husband for almost two days.

At that point, I thought I had enough. I prayed again and simply asked God to have mercy on us. Several nights later, something happened in my heart. Something that I can’t explain in words. I felt like Christ was leading me to this way…the Orthodox way.

I didn’t say anything about it, but started to read one of the Orthodox books in the house and realized how much I had misjudged the Orthodox teaching. It was fascinating and deep! Though I didn’t understand everything, it gave me a desire to read more.

I started to read the commentary in the Orthodox Study Bible. It blew my mind! How foolish I had been! I was blind…so blind that I had missed the truth of its teaching and practice. I finally decided to tell my husband that I wanted to join his journey.

Not long after, we were received as catechumens, and thanks be to God, we were baptized into the Orthodox Church in 2013.