The Creeds as symbols of a shared faith
Many years ago when I was working in New York I found myself on a bus with a friend, arguing about religion. We had known each other since we were children in Hawaii; she was an atheist, or maybe an agnostic (I was never really sure), I was Roman Catholic, and religion had always been a strange area of silence and even strain between us, one of the few things we rarely talked about during slumber parties or after-school walks to the ice cream store. And now here we were in our twenties, living in New York, starting our adult lives, and she wanted to know why I still went to church every Sunday. I felt curiously shy and inarticulate, trying to talk about my faith in front of this person I had known for most of my life.
But she continued to push, asking me to explain…





