You may be surprised to discover that I was not raised in a religious community. Not really. I was raised under a shadow of religion. Like our religion was a persistent and very bossy ghost. I was told what “I” believed, but never asked. I did not experience God personally. I heard some things about other people who had experienced God. But mostly I just experienced judgement and condemnation and also participated in these judging and condemning rituals.
I wish I had grown up in a community that practiced grace and kindness.
That would’ve been amazing.
But, if things had been all soft bunnies, rainbows, and unicorns, I wouldn’t have such an interesting story to tell….
