So I’m going to come right out and say it. I met a guy on the plane. Nothing serious. Nothing that would’ve led to anything. But I guess now’s just a good a time as any to explain to you where I was spiritually when I got on that flight.
Which was dead.
Spiritually dead, I mean.
My roommate Kennedy was really the first Christian I’d met who wasn’t entirely mean-spirited, hypocritical, and judgmental. In fact, her faith made a really positive impression on me. Not that I was looking for a new religion to try on. I was quite comfortable at the time with my blend of agnostic spiritualism with a few borrowings from Eastern thought, meditation, enlightenment, all that jazz. I was adamantly against organized religion, and other than that I was quite happy to live and let live.
Kennedy was t
