I was raised with three Methodist ministers in the family, and I grew up attending church twice a week and spitting out Protestant doctrine like a good little straight-A Sunday Schooler. Then as I grew up, I sort of lost my religion. After all, how could I even call myself a Christian if I don’t believe that an afterlife is reserved exclusively for those who have made Jesus Christ their personal Lord and Savior? So God and I kept chatting, and I never lost my love for Jesus, but I pretty much started boycotting church -- every time I attended, someone was preaching the sort of intolerance and closed-mindedness that made me want to take someone out with an Uzi. And that definitely violates those commandments.

So I wound up spiritual, but not religious.