Call me a fool .....

These days, with the dot-com bubble’s oblivious Astrodome shattered and the dark wing of terrorism sweeping overhead, God’s mighty fortresses look like good cover. It’s hardly surprising that so many people have sought shelter in tradition. The surprise is that quite a few still have not. Why aren’t we all sorted into our hardened bunkers with the cross, the star, or the crescent overhead? Who are those unaffiliated fools still wandering around out in the open while the air-raid sirens wail their call to prayer?

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It’s for you hard-core wonderers and wanderers – my scattered tribe – that I want to send up a flare, pitch a tent, put out some desert rations. I don’t care what faith you were born into, what you call your higher power, what spiritual disciplines you do or don’t practice: if you viscerally resist having your religion organized for you, if living with your questions is the only form of worship that feels honest and alive to you, you’re one of us. Like many of our biblical forebears, we postmodern pilgrims answered a call to leave the houses of our fathers and strike out for an unknown future. We’re deeply convinced that that call came from the Spirit, and we’re not turning back.

from AmbivaBlog: Calling all spiritual nomads a long but highly recommended post .