How best to introduce myself? Mormon? Buddhist? Humanist? Labels can be such ill-fitting suits. Living in the Beehive State, as I have for much of my adult life, these three world views occasionally grind against each other, causing all kinds of hullabaloo with my neighbors (who expect their former bishop to be much more . . . predictable). But on good days, these three seemingly incongruous approaches resemble a trio of finely-tuned cogs, propelling my spiritual life forward.
Maybe the best label of all is, simply, that I’m a human being. Better yet, a human, being. That suit fits. For me, it’s the experience of being human that generates such surprise and delight. As a human, being, I resist wearing the straitjacket of any supposed orthodoxy, nor will I try to fit my custom-tailored clothes on anyone else. I like a little room in the elbows and I assume you do, too.
My world view swirls with contradictions. Since all attempts at adopting a coherent, unified theory have hitherto failed, I’m coming to terms with my fate: the telescope through which I seem to perceive heaven and earth has been fitted with a warped and kaleidoscopic lens. Therefore, dear reader, be advised: these shifting, distorted, and multi-faceted observations are merely one man’s attempt to describe what is, ultimately, beyond our ken.