One evening I noticed a small group of children running and dancing about, and among them a little boy was limping. There was something wrong with his leg -- perhaps a birth defect -- but he was playing right along with his friends.
Just over two years ago, I picked up a free Bible. I had read it before but, this time, almost instantly, in a wave of emotions and realizations and revelations and a wide variety of indescribable sensations, I became a Christian. It happened.
Study after study tells us that Americans are leaving religion in droves, with the number of spiritual but not religious increasing dramatically. Though some of these predictions may be an over-dramatization, significant changes in organized religion are inevitable and necessary.
No degree of social savvy makes someone immune to insecurity, doubt, emotional struggle or even an occasional case of the "nerds." Our faith communities should be the place where each of us is most comfortable exploring that inner nerd.
It is much less a credit to Harold Camping's marketing machine, much less a problem with the obsessive behavior of the media, and much more an indictment of the rest of us who seek to bring faith and life together in relevant ways.