Someone very recently asked me the religion I am. My beliefs. No, I am not offended, as I am prone to ceaslessly ask others about their beliefs and their gods.

I am the lost, wandering soul who has no true home in what we call religion today. I take with me what I believe to be as truth - I follow the Bible as I can, although not one is perfect in this world. I believe in being at peace with nature, I believe in Karma, I believe in the stars knowing our fates, even if we truly do not, (even though we try to be experts).

I believe in my God in Heaven and His Son, Yeshua. I believe that we all deserve a chance, even after committing what some would call the evilest of sins - if the one who did the wrong has truly repented of their wrongdoing and has tried to make it right.

I believe that mother earth has a spirit, and we harm her every day with how we treat her. I believe that the trees talk to us of stories long past, that every blade of grass is counted, that every animal and insect has a purpose, as we as humans do.

Am I a Christian? I do not know. What is a Christian? I have seen terrible people call themselves such as much as I have seen the good. I have seen the wonderful works of God in both my life and in others. I have seen pure evil in the flesh. I have held the purely innocent in my own hands.

What I know is this - my soul cries out for answers still - answers I will have to find for myself. It searches for answers it does not have; answers that it wants. Until then, I am on a long journey of discovery. I am the lost, wandering soul.