I was not raised in a particularly religious household. I
had a father who was born a Muslim but became an atheist,
grandparents who were non-practicing Methodists and
Baptists, and a mother who was skeptical of organized
religion, even as she was the kindest, most spiritual
person I’ve ever known. She was the one who taught me as a
child to love, and to understand, and to do unto others as
I would want done.
I didn’t become a Christian until many years later, when I
moved to the South Side of Chicago after college.