I’m going to let you all in on a little secret. I’m kind of a religious nut. A bit of a freak. A tad on the fanatical side. But, my religious views aren’t really compartmentalized easily. I envy people who are born into a religion or stumble upon a religion and find that it fits them well enough to stay comfortable in it. That includes those who disregard any religion. The absence of religion works well for them. All the religions that I’ve tried on have pinched, or given me a rash, or shrunk down until they’re too tight.

In the end, it’s been a lot like buying clothes in some ways. There are colors or styles that I will readily admit suit another perfectly, but they’re not for me. Nothing against those other styles, but I just can’t see myself living within them. So, I give them a superficial look-over, basically just to widen my own worldview, and then hand them back unworn. Religiously-speaking, this has left me in a fitting room with different sizes and shades of Christianity. Sorry to be so bland (I am also the woman who only wears black: black with olive green, black with tan, and black with gray), so yeah, I admit to sticking close to my comforts with certain things. Buddhism becomes another woman, and Hinduism another, but for me, it’s boring old Christianity. I accept that’s my textile just as I accept that I can never, ever wear anything red.

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