My Journey: From Islam to Christianity
- Guest Writer
- Aug 30
- 2 min read
By Guest Writer: Oluwafunke Folami
When people hear my story, they often jump to conclusions. “Rofiat must have changed her faith for a man or peer-pressure,” they say.
The truth is far more personal and profound.
My name is Rofiat — meaning “kind and gentle” — and I was raised in the Islamic tradition.
Islam wasn’t just a religion in our household; it was the foundation of our daily life, shaping my understanding of God and my place in the world.
As I matured into adulthood, I began seeking a deeper understanding of my faith.
This wasn’t a casual exploration — I invested in Islamic texts, purchasing books like the Tira to study independently.
I even sought guidance from my course mate Yusuf, asking him to help me understand the nuances of Islamic practice and theology.
When life took me to Abeokuta, I continued my spiritual practices, maintaining my daily prayers and observances as best I could.
Yet despite these sincere efforts, something felt incomplete — a disconnection between the rituals I performed and the divine relationship I sought.
The turning point came unexpectedly on what seemed like an ordinary day.
Feeling restless at home, I found myself considering a visit to a nearby church — not out of rebellion, but curiosity.
After a brief search, I discovered Winner’s Chapel Goshen. Standing at its gates, I approached the security guard to inquire about their service times.That simple conversation marked the beginning of a profound transformation in my spiritual journey.
While I had occasionally attended church services with friends before, this was different.
This time, I wasn’t merely accompanying others; I was searching for something authentic — a faith experience I could understand intellectually and feel emotionally.
I longed to comprehend the words I was speaking to God and to know that He understood me in return.
My decision to embrace Christianity stemmed from this desire for genuine connection — a relationship with God that transcended ritual and reached into the depths of understanding and personal experience.
It wasn’t about rejecting my past but finding a path that resonated with my deepest spiritual longings.
The transformation surprised many who knew me. If I could show you photographs from before — of myself wearing the hijab, observing Islamic traditions — the contrast would be striking.
Yet the outward changes reflect an even more significant internal journey.
Today, my faith continues to evolve and deepen. Each day brings new insights, challenges, and growth as I cultivate this connection that I sought for so long.
My story isn’t about choosing one tradition over another — it’s about finding the authentic spiritual path that allows me to connect with God in a way that speaks to my heart and mind.
This journey, with all its complexities and revelations, continues to unfold.
And while this chapter of my testimony has come to a close, the story of my faith remains very much in progress.
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