eat pray love
Culturally, though not theologically, I'm a Christian. I was a born a Roman Catholic of white Polish and Anglo-Saxon persuasion. And while i do love that great teacher of peace who was called Jesus, and while i do reserve the right to ask myself in certain trying situations what indeed He would do, I can't swallow that one fixed rule of Christianity insisting that Christ is the only path to God. Strictly speaking, then, i cannot call myself a Christian. Most of the Christians i know accept my feelings on this with grace and open-mindedness. Then again, most of the Christians i know don't speak very strictly. To those who do speak and think strictly, all i can do here is offer my regrets for any hurt feelings and now excuse myself from their business.
Traditionally, I have responded to the transcendent mystics of all religions. I have always responded with breathless excitement to anyone who has ever said that God does not live in a dogmatic scripture or in a distant throne in the sky, but instead abides very close indeed- much closer than we can imagine, breathing right through our own hearts.
I respond with gratitude to anyone who has ever voyaged to the center of that heart, and who has then returned to the world with a report for the rest of us that God is an experiance of supreme love. In every religious tradition on earth, these have always been mystical saints and transcendents who report exactly this experiance.