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So without further ado, here's this week's commusing, entitled Communion.

Thank you. commusing entitled Communion. Communion.

I grew up without much religion.

I briefly attended the Unitarian Church as a result of a negotiation

between my parents to placate their respective families. My mother was raised Methodist from strong

Midwestern stock. My father is Jewish, and is bald, fancies rye bread and lives in southern Florida

if you need further

proof. I remember the Unitarian Church as a feel-good operation, a bit like a field day, where all

the kids got ribbons, even when finishing last. I resonated with the minimal dogmatism,

an absence of a monopolistic claim to theological truth.

The Unitarians essentially portrayed Jesus as a nice Jewish boy and the exemplar model of

living one's own life, not the earthly incarnate of an invisible creator of the universe.

I currently fashion myself as Buddhist, spiritually Buddhist, and culturally

Jewish. As a kid, though, while I wasn't a heathen, I wasn't exactly walking in the footsteps of

the ascendant host either. When I was 10, living in Connecticut, I had a best friend named Patrick Murphy.

You could live within the walls of the Vatican and not be as Catholic as Patrick's family.

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