"As I look back on my own pilgrimage, marked by wanderings, detours, and dead ends, I see now that what pulled me along was my search for grace. I rejected the church for a time because I found so little grace there. I returned because I found grace nowhere else."
~ Philip Yancey
As is the case with many people of my generation, I have wandered away from the organized religion that I was brought up with. But lately, growing weary of the ‘soulless wanderings’ and a ‘numbing disconnect’, I have in my own way, returned to the church, but it is not the church of my upbringing. Instead, it is a search for ‘grace’ and ‘meaning’ in a tapestry of traditions and beliefs woven together from eastern and western religions. And it’s my belief that although ‘grace’ can be found within the confines of a church, temple, or mosque, my sanctuary exists deep into a long run, when I am alone with my thoughts and in communion with whatever feeds my soul.