If you are anything like me, you were probably nodding along there with the title of this blog post until your mind read the word "self."
Isn't it amazing how one little word change can throw us so off track?
Personally, I was raised in what I would term a "lightly Christian" environment. By this I mean, once we reached middle school, my parents (bless them) gave us the option to a) continue going to church, or b) sleep in on Sunday mornings.
Guess which option I chose?
This is relevant because I never felt like religion was forced on me. I got interested in high school because I was socializing with other teens who were already interested.
I got interested again in college because the eating disorder was slowly killing me off and I thought perhaps it was time to call for (divine) backup.
Ultimately, after several years exploring faith and different religions from all accessible angles, including an extended trip to India to live in an ashram, much reading and study in the Hindu and Buddhist traditions, an intensive Judaism conversion course led by an Orthodox rabbi, formal employment at a very large, famous and traditional Episcopalian church, and an intensive year-long process to release a Christian-themed music CD and form a music ministry band behind it, I finally realized what was missing in my faith quest.
Before I say this, I feel like I need to qualify that today I do not self-identify as any particular religion.