Sunday February 10, 2002

Idealism at its finest

Religious debates intrigue me. I've been intrigued this weekend. I don't mean to sound like a brat, but I tend to get somewhat annoyed when the label heretic gets slapped on me, because I don't follow something without thinking about it first. I think I'm happy being a heretic, because in doing so I've avoided taking part in things that, in retrospect, were obviously not the right thing to do. I'm being ambiguous. I'm aware of that. I don't name names, and in this case it would be difficult to give details without naming names.

On the flip side, I really enjoy hanging out with people who don't believe as I do, and are still cool about our differences. Gives me this warm, fuzzy feeling (I know, cheesy) but it's true. I have this religious rainbow of friends (Methodist, Quaker, Jewish, Catholic, Christian, Buddhist) that's giving me a reason to be a little more patient with those who think I'm nuts. Oh, if the world had more patience (& understanding!), what a utopia it would be.

It will happen.