I wish I had a pithy answer for religion. I grew up in a family of ministers, but didn't become one myself. The theme that ran through my family was anger and violence, manifesting itself in a father who beat on my mother on occasion. And an older brother who beat the hell out of me regularly. My grandfather on the other hand was everything I wish I were. I stopped going to services many years ago, but never stopped believing. I've never been drunk, never tried illegal drugs, but am nowhere near perfect, not by a long shot. I guess life is a long process of trying to figure it out, and never quite understanding. And those who are certain they've got it right often are those who fall the hardest. But this I believe, if everyone tried to live by Christian principles to the best of their ability, what an amazing world we would live in. Something worth trying for.