wasn't baptised at birth. My father is Muslim, my mother is Catholic. They had some disagreements about religion and decided to leave the decision to me when i was older. My mother took me to Mass every Sunday, and when I was twelve my father organised some Islamic lessons.

Something in me tells me to be baptised, I cannot explain this: perhaps it's the freedom I find in Christianity, the flexibilty and passion of the Teacher Jesus... I don't know. Anyhow, my father gladly accepts my decision to become a Christian.

The day before my baptism - it was Godd Friday - my father insisted that I call my Muslim grandfather and tell him of my decision. As I rang the number, my heart started beating faster. What will I say to him? What if he gets angry? What if the baptism is cancelled? What if...

'Hello,' a warm, fatherly voice greeeted me. 'Hello Grandpa,' I said. Then I told him I wanted to be baptised. He wasn't angry, just surprised. He started giving me facts about Islam, attempting to convert me back. As I listened, I felt my faith foundation being shaken. At the end, I said, 'Grandpa, I still want to become a Christian.' Then he paused. 'OK,' he said. 'Grandpa will accept your decision.' Then we said goodbye. Then I felt my eyes glitter with tears, and they dripped onto the floor as I ran from the room. I heard my parents arguing afterwards. This drama was resolved the next night, when I was baptised with three others at the Easter Vigil Mass.

For me the telephone call was a defining moment in my life. I have stood for my faith. I stood up to my wise grandfather - a man whom I adore and respect.

I have chosen to be a Christian.

Published in 'peoplespeak' a Carmelprint production

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