I had been a disenchanted Protestant since about the age of 13. I was baptised as an infant in a Presbyterian church that folded into the ultra-liberal United Church of Canada - we'll come to that later. While God and a Christian life were very important at home, we generally did not attend church; in fact, we only went a handful of times to a prominent Pentecostal megachurch in our city. While admittedly still a child, I found nothing about it to be appealing or of any spiritual value (the minister in a stylish suit belting out a fire-and-brimstone type sermons; people standing up and speaking in tongues or waving their hands with heads tilted back mumbling "praise Jesus"; the cavernous and oppressively sterile interior of the church itself, etc.).
Being from a family of English Anglican and Scottish Presbyterian ancestry, I liked the connection the latter still had to the Scottish diaspora in Canada, so I got my mother to start taking me to a beautiful, century-and-a-half old gothic revival Presbyterian church in our hometown when I was about 14. That suited me for a while. The minister was an older, theologically conservative type which suited the aversion I had already begun to cultivate to modernized, liberal Christianity. It was difficult to feel fully at home there, however; the congregation was mostly comprised of octogenarians and was very clannish. But still we went. It was shortly after that a young gay couple began attending the church - two men who would put their arms around each other when we stood to sing hymns, among other over PDA. The minister started happily chatting to them and heaping attention on them after the services, which I found very off-putting. I started attending some other Presbyterian parishes in town, but many were also hiring female clergy which I have always been vehemently opposed to.
We also intermittently went to Anglican services, but the regional Anglican cathedral located in my city had a flamboyant gay priest, and other Anglican parishes in the area flew rainbow flags and seemed more preoccupied with pushing social justice issues, multiculturalism (including Koran readings during services), and other things that I felt were downright anti-Christian. The Anglican Church of Canada is a particular problem even among the milieu of that faith, and is currently suspended by Canterbury for its ultra-liberal stances.
Now, I was well aware of Orthodoxy throughout most of this time. My aunt married a Romanian and my cousin was baptised in a beautiful Serbian Orthodox parish in our town. I knew nothing of the theology, but loved the outward beauty of the faith. However, as all local parishes were in Serbian, Russian, Greek, Ukrainian, or other foreign languages, and I still had the Protestant aversion to the rampant idolatry that I felt at the time characterised Orthodoxy (the usual icons are graven images, do not pray to saints, etc.), I did not pursue it, despite having a conversation with my mother at about the age of 14 about going to the local Russian church (before ultimately delving into Calvinism as aforementioned).
Now a bit older, I began to seriously study the tenets of various Protestant sects. To be honest, I never really agreed with fundamental aspects of Calvinism such as predestination, their rampant Zionism, etc. I liked Anglicanism for its liturgical, sacramental, traditional style, but the church descended into progressive values to the point of heresy, and seems to be proving that there is indeed a long journey to rock bottom. In university, I began attending a Confessional Lutheran (Lutheran Church Canada - ie. Missoui Synod) parish, as I found they best kept the tradition of the Reformation without sinking into modernism. I was also active in the pro-life club at school, which has attached to it an LCC seminary. Again, however, I just found nothing inspiring about it, and began to seriously look into Roman Catholicism just at the time of Pope Benedict XVI's resignation, but dropped that when the liberation theologist who currently occupies the Papacy was selected.
My girlfriend (now fiance) comes from a Ukrainian family, and her grandparents were Orthodox but her parents did not bother with religion and she was not baptised or raised in the faith. However, she had always wanted to be involved with the Church, and felt it was part of her identity that her parents denied to her. At work, one of her coworkers is a Russian man who is heavily involved with the Russian Orthodox Church (his brother is the choir director at one of the largest Orthodox cathedrals in Canada). This man was also a longtime friend of the priest of the Russian church in my hometown 45 minutes away - the one I had wanted to attend over a decade prior. The priest has a son around my age who my fiance's Russian coworker helped to get a job at their place of employment, and we became close friends. We began spending a lot of time with them, and were spiritually counselled by the priest and guided into the faith. We were finally baptised in December into their ROCOR parish, and will be getting married there in October.
I cannot believe it is a coincidence that, moving away from home, I meet a Ukrainian girl who wanted to return to the faith as much as I wanted to come to it, and then just happen to become acquainted with members of the Russian community who work in our industry, including the priest of the church I had previously been interested in in my old hometown, and who just happen to live down the street from us now. This goes to show that if you are sincere in your resolve to come to Christ, God will show you the way.