When I was younger, about 3 years old, my mom and I went to a church with our neighbors, who had 12 kids. We saw them as the most wonderful family — they helped us through tough times as my single, Japanese immigrant, 20-something year old mom raised me; and they showed their love to us. This was our introduction to God.
When they moved back to their family in Texas, I was about 5 years old, my mom lost interest in church. We stopped going, but I still held interest in God.
On the last day before going on Winter Break in 8th grade, I was helping my science teacher clean his fish tank. The topic of religion came up, for he asked if my mom was Buddhist since she was Japanese. I answered no, but that we used to go to church, and I think of God often–so much, that I crave to learn about Him. My science teacher told me that he was Christian, and he said that when we got back from winter break, he would answer all my questions and tell me all about God.
Even though I did not grow up learning every name, story, or verse in the Bible, I found my way to God just by talking about my interest in Him, and I have never felt so happy. Don’t rule out people who may not appear interested or know anything about God–our purpose is to spread the Good News to every single person.