I was born dead. And I stayed love-dead for quite a while. First, I was considered to be a Catholic, then I asked Jesus to save me, in a Baptist servicemen's missionary outreach church, then I fell from that, and started to realize how I had not been a loving and a caring person, and I was my own main problem.
I went through some Oneness things.
Then I trusted Jesus, possibly like the "thief on the cross" did, and I started seeking to be personally guided by Jesus, all the time. Then I went to various churches, and on purpose lived outside with street homeless people, as their Christian neighbor seeing how God would take care of me with what was freely given.
What helped me the most was sharing with Jesus people. There were the gentle and humble ones, in different churches and on the street, and these always knew how to relate with me. This got my attention, how I needed to become a really humble and caring person who can feel for other people.
And now I am with a group who rents in another church. And we do various things. We are basic evangelical, I would say . . . basic Jesus Bible. And we have younger pastors, but mature seniors who pastor them.