I’m Agnostic, But There’s Something About Church

Entering into the grotto within Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, West Bank — the place where Jesus is said to have been born. 01/11/20.

A while ago, I heard a voice in a church I stumbled upon as I was walking about — calling out in song, as if it was longing for me to come inside.

I’d forgotten the immediate transformation I experience when I’m in church, the internal peace that resurfaces throughout my body. Perhaps a jaded part of me likes it because I’m amongst people who are longing for their real home — a…