May I share a memory? And a dream?
It’s about the freedom I had as a child to choose what and how I wanted to worship. And the outcome of that privilege.
In my family, my Mother had to defend my right to worship as I pleased. In the end, it cost her her marriage. I owe her a lot for her sacrifice.
What it meant for me was that I survived childhood without religious indoctrination and lots of room to explore. And I did.
I explored all through university and often left disciplinary boundaries. I particularly felt attracted to religious – or rather spiritual – truth. Whatever religion I studied, I looked at their commonalities, their shared wisdom, whereas most others around me at the time were…
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