When I was maybe 8 years old I asked my mother "what religion am I?". Mom thought for a moment and said "You're a pedestrian." I carried this with me until around the age of 19 when I became a Christian.
In my mid twenties I began studying other religions (how do I know I have the right religion?) Then I took a trip down south.
I remember I was at odds with me, my God and the the world I live…