In my search for the holy, I’ve wandered down many paths. I’ve been a Lutheran, a Wiccan, a Unitarian Universalist, a Buddhist, an Episcopalian, and an admirer of Native American traditions. I’ve been spiritual-but-not-religious and religious-but-not-spiritual. I can read tarot cards and balance chakras. My spirit animal is a bear, which is a great relief because for years I thought it was a raccoon, an animal that while perfectly fine lacks a certain gravitas.
After many years of spiritual wandering, I’m now a committed Christian, but one who frequently flirts with other religious traditions. I like to think I’m in an open marriage with Jesus—we’re both free to spend time with other faiths, but at the end of the day we always come home to one another.