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All my life I’ve felt that something about religion and our culture didn’t add up. Something was missing. Something else was counterfeit. I’ve felt this way even as a young child, 6-7 year’s old, sitting in Sunday school surrounded by other happily singing children. As I grew older and became an adult, I rejected the Word as it was presented as being a package deal with organized religion.

Decades later, after years of hard won wisdom and spurred by an urgent need for personal growth, I revisited my sense of discordance to try and resolve it.

This is So beautiful Sir! I put it in one piece, in two different formats. The truth to your words make me cry. Thank you for sharing and Bless you and all the work you all do for the 'Kittens.'

Thank you so much for this, Shewie. I have no idea how to combine posts other than number consecutively. The 1000 character limit can be a challenge.