Losing my Religion in Church

I'm not sure which is more ironic -- the fact that a message on losing religion to follow the Way was preached in one of the most formal church settings I've encountered or the fact that for me embracing some of the ancient formality and ritual has actually been a step away from 'religion'. More than the irony, though, what struck me in this morning's message was the sense I got of everything coming together, of the theme being the perfect summation of my own journey over the past year and a half, and of a greater voice than the pastor's speaking to me. Every now and then I reach points in my life where the pieces seem to converge and coalesce in this way, points where the themes begin to overlap, patterns emerge, and for a moment everything fits together. Today I had one of these moments; it has shed light on my path and given me new confidence in the Way I am seeking to follow.