I got my start in the small, organic faith churches of western Canada, and it was good, but I needed the kindness of the conservative Southern Baptist pastors’ wives I discovered in my early twenties, and I needed the Mennonites to teach me about pacifism and thrift, and I needed the megachurch’s passion and anonymity, and I needed the intense studying of newly reformed friends, and I needed the mysticism of my charismatic roots, and I needed the desert abbas and ammas.
