During the years when I was ­growing up, the only religious person in my family was my maternal grandmother. She was Anglican, but her religious life was limited to saying the Lord’s Prayer and asking God to bless me before I went to bed. I was not baptised as an infant and my knowledge of Christianity was limited to what I learned at school. I later found out that my parents had decided I could have myself ­baptised later in life if I decided I wanted to be “religious”.My journey began with wanting to be different; the irony, of course, being that now I’m about to join a community of 1.2 billion members. At the age of 12, I became interested in the teachings of Christianity, and in particular how they explained the origins of human life and the universe. I