We sit across from each other at a small table in a bustling coffee shop, our hands wrapped around warm mugs. She asks probing questions and takes pages of notes, but like any good reporter she puts me at ease. I talk fast, describing my Catholic upbringing, my fall from faith, my twenty-year hiatus from religion and church, and my subsequent return to God. Her pen scribbles furiously across her notebook.
Suddenly, though, the conversation shifts. I hear the reporter telling me about her spiritual journey. She was raised Catholic, too, and admits she fell hard from religion. She thinks she’s an agnostic; her husband, one of ten kids raised in a rigid religious household, is now an atheist.
“I don’t know where I am with religion and God,” she says, and I nod in empathy, holding her gaze across the table.
…I’m over at the Convergent blog today, writing about the gift of connection…join me over there?
