WHAT WOULD I DO TO BELIEVE?

So here I sit, a committed agnostic. And yet, I am drawn to faith...

The woman I love is a devout and lifelong Buddhist, and I am warmed to see my children kneel before her altar and chant.

My mother, after many years in retrograde, has returned to the very church that I abandoned on that long-ago Christmas Eve, and I find myself encouraging her to attend.

And as long as they do not proselytize too aggressively, I connect very well with folks like Sufjan and Stuart Murdoch. Committed Christians.

I guess that the mystery inside me never truly died away...