Spiritual vs religious in the new age
When I was a kid I could spend hours silently waiting to hear a whisper from God. I grew up vaguely Catholic, but the moment I “got” the ecstatic beauty and tragedy of what Christ actually embodied, I meant it. I went to church every Sunday, prayed dutifully before tests, closed my mopey 12 year old journal entries with, “Thank you, Lord.” I was, in