Despite my doctrinal differences with most people, I can’t in good conscience condemn them all as heretics.
I can keep the truth my ancestors and their teachers kept, and learn from the truth of the person before me.
Every truth is different and yet in their common root I can taste their unity.
And from the root of all truth, it is possible to speak of my ancestors’ truth within the family of humankind, with words that enter the heart, and be understood.
This blossom of faith needs a garden in which to grow, it is not the only rose in bloom.
Now – can you help tend the garden?