Man Seeks God


Man Seeks God came about after a health scare landed me in the hospital. I was in pain, awaiting a diagnosis, when a well-meaning nurse asks me a simple, blunt question: “Have you found your God yet?”  This out-of-the-blue query nags, prods, and ultimately launches me on a far-flung journey to do just that.  And so I am off, searching the globe for a faith that fits.

For most of my life, I have been a “spiritual voyeur,” privy to a wide range of religious practices, but never seriously considered these concepts in my own life. I was an agnostic by default. Face to face with my own mortality, though, and spurred on by the question of what spiritual principles to impart to my young daughter, I decide to correct this omission, undertaking a worldwide exploration of religions and hoping to come to a personal understanding of the divine. In other words, I wanted to answer the nurse’s question.

The result, as you’ll see, is a wild ride that takes me to Nepal, where I meditate with Tibetan lamas and a guy named Wayne; to Turkey, where I whirl (not so well, as it turns out) with Sufi dervishes; to China, where I  attempts to unblock my chi; to Israel, where I study Kabbalah, sans Madonna; to the Bronx, where I volunteer at a homeless shelter run by Franciscan friars; and even to Las Vegas, where I have a close encounter with Raelians, followers of the world’s largest UFO-based religion.

Along the way, I learn that I am not alone in my spiritual restlessness.  The latest studies find that nearly one in three Americans will change their religious affiliation at some point in their lives. We are, more than ever, a nation of God hoppers.

I am willing to do anything to better understand faith, and to find the god or gods that speak to me.  I maintain an open mind, leaving judgment at the door, as I tackle our most pressing existential questions: Where do we come from? What happens when we die? How should we live our lives? Where do all the missing socks go?

Do I find answers to those questions?  Ah, I don’t want to spoil it for you.  The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, Lao-Tzu famously said. Likewise, a book begins with a single word. All that is required is a bit, just a bit, of faith.