I was moved yesterday in church by the topic of discussion of an amazing speaker.
Today I was similarly affected in temple when I read from the Torah and heard all the beautiful singing around me.
I don't know what I did right, but I'm pretty sure my Dad is mostly to blame. He always taught me to respect all religions and to always remember the bigger picture - that we are all different and that is ok.
Today I felt proud that I could be somewhere that was so different from where I was yesterday - yet I felt so at home in both places.
I guess maybe that's because my open mind is my new home. And wherever it is - there I am.
And love is my religion :)
What is yours?
