I’ve been down that road. Not as publicly. But I went there in some of my darkest post-breakup hours.
I will repeatedly say, to anyone who has vague suspicions, that I don’t count as a Christian. I mean, you’d be stretching the definition a long way. Sure, Jesus had some great ideas, but does that really mean I have to take the whole Bible as some divinely-inspired document? Can’t I just view it as a brilliant cross-section of cultural norms that applied at the time and might serve as some inspiration to those who really dig that culture?
So. Established. I am pretty darn heterodox and satisfied to be that way.
You’d never know it from my taste in clothing.