I would never presume to tell you how to get to God. How can I tell you how to get to God when I can’t even tell you how to get to St. Louis? There are many ways to get to St. Louis. How you get there depends on where you’re coming from.
I am Catholic, which means I follow someone who is Jewish. My father was an atheist. His parents were a Methodist and a Baptist who became Presbyterians when they married (“to compromise”). My mother’s father was Lutheran and her mother was Catholic.
Whose religion should I claim is less than mine? My father’s? My great-grandfather’s? But my father and my great-grandfather made me.
Jews, Christians, Muslims, Sikhs, Hindus, Buddhists … all religions lead to the same God. We are all one family. Different religions are like different languages, all used to describe the same thing.
And what of those who don’t believe in God? They are part of the family, too—an important part. They represent the freedom to choose. Everyone has a seat at the table. Together, all of us, we are the kingdom of God on earth.
