Conversion begins with the act of falling in love. All miracles do. Only love does miracles, only it has the power to genuinely subvert the deepest ruts in our lives, to dehabituate us, moving us beyond the prison of our own selfishness. There is a lot of confusion about conversion. Mostly we associate it with the begrudging regret that fear forces upon us rather than with the genuine remorse that follows falling in love.
Writing in his journal during a time of bitter heartbreak, Henri Nouwen wrote these words: The great challenge is living your wounds through instead of thinking them through. It is better to cry than to worry, better to feel your wounds than to understand them, better to let them enter into your silence than to talk about them. The choice you face constantly is whether you are taking your wounds to your head or your heart.