I should say at this point that I was raised to be a Christian. That’s not a particularly fashionable thing to say, and depending on how this story goes, you may even consider it sacrilege of me to say. I’ve always struggled with when exactly you reveal that information to people.
With friends, I let it come up naturally. In some cases that can mean years or hours based on the context of a friendship. With dating though, it’s a sticky subject. You don’t want to throw that matzo ball out there too quick. Otherwise the person on the other end of the table could start thinking you’re a militant from a Jesus camp, or an exhaustingly pious missionary who votes Republican, is anti-abortion and prejudiced against all kinds of people. Too late and you come off as hiding it and being a cult member trying to furtively enlist them.
All I’ll say about it right now is that it makes me especially sensitive to people looking for forgiveness. That’s supposed to be the whole rub of Christianity, but everyone puts all kinds of other loads and fine print on it.