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Journeys to Faith

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Rejection, Redefinition and Rediscovery

During the late 1980s and early 1990s, I began to get my faith back. It was an arduous journey on a long, winding road. Here’s the story of that journey. I had been raised in an Evangelical Protestant home. My parents had become involved in the Independent Church of Christ before I was born, in … Continue reading

Following the Forest Path

I’ve always been fascinated with religion. I was raised primarily by my mother in what I would classify as a rather Quaker upbringing. We didn’t attend church, but I was taught from toddler-hood that God and Jesus were accessible as living, responsive beings that we could open to through silence, solitude, and being in nature. I wasn’t taught … Continue reading

Why I Became An Orthodox Jew

After deciding to actively get involved with Judaism, the most logical starting place seemed to be at a synagogue. My scant knowledge of these houses of worship was derived mainly from my childhood piano recitals, held in the synagogue my teacher attended. I faced an unexpected array of choices, having only recently learned that there are three main … Continue reading

I’m Coming Out… Again

I’ll just get right to it, y’all. I want God. It isn’t enough to say that I believe in God. If I’m being honest, I never really cared to believe. I mean, why? For a long time, science provided all the answers I thought I needed. And belief is so much work. All that I’m … Continue reading

The Truth of My Own Sadness

I think I may have stumbled upon the truth of my own sadness. This whole spiritual seeking journey has led me many places, some which have brought me closer to G-d, some which have taken me farther away. I am now at a place along my path where I’m recognizing that what I’ve been searching … Continue reading

One Story of Many

Growing up, I was given religion in many forms. But none of those forms quite fit. Whether that was because the religions themselves were not for me, or because of the way they were wrapped and presented to me, I don’t know. Maybe it was a bit of both. But by the time I reached … Continue reading