I am a Christian wanderer looking for a congregation inclusive of all humanity. I value religious practices for others and find no value in them for myself. My mantra is, "Truth, be my guide," but I'm unsure if I recognize Truth anymore.
I'm holding out hope that even if I don't understand anything about the Holy Spirit--that it's presence in me will still guide like a rudder.
My "church" is the road. My pew is my Harley. My pastor is the sun, wind, and sky.
I've been rejected by being ignored. I am a spiritual orphan. But that's okay.
My hope is in God...not religion. God hasn't let me down even if organized religion has.
My wayward shrine is the side of my daughter's bed where I pray for her to survive my failings. I pray for her soul while she sleeps and then I lightly rest next to my wife-angel (always in a heightened state of protection).
I will defend against anything that threatens this family...including religion.