At 16, I flatly refused to go to church anymore because of my near #metoo moment with a minister. I never told my mother. I knew she wouldn't believe me.
A vast range of interpretive possibility makes religion both glorious and dangerous. September 11, 2001 clarified that for me, as it swept me up in a rare sense of communion with the larger world.
While I had begun to figure out my Judaism in college, Rick had been redeveloping his own Christian faith. I met my wife through this involvement, and now Rick had met his as well.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
