Since my college days I've been plagued by this thought: I belong to the denomination known as Churches of Christ because I was born into a Church of Christ family. Now, "plagued" is too strong a word, for certainly I'm thankful for the heritage. But out of all the world religions that I could have been born into, I was born into Christianity. Out of all the versions of Christianity, I was born into Western Protestantism. And out of all the tribes of Protestantism, I was born into Churches of Christ. I didn't sit down one day and figure out which was right. It's an illusion to think that we can create a vacuum for such contemplation. We've all been deeply informed by our upbringing--in ways we are aware of and maybe more profoundly in ways we are oblivious to. So the exclusivistic version of some churches -- "we got it right" . . . "we're the only Christians" -- always seemed very unlikely to me. FOR . . . if I was born into an Islamic family, wouldn't I be pretty convinced about the Koran? If I was born into a Mormon family, wouldn't I be sure about Joseph Smith, the tablets, and Salt Lake City? If I was born into a Lutheran family, wouldn't their way of reading scripture make sense to me? Was I really that lucky . . . to be born into the one small little group that happened to nail interpretation? This doesn't (most of the time) make me throw up my hands in complete agnosticism. I have found -- more than ever before -- the Way of Christ to be true. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. (Better: That's our story and we're sticking to it.) But it does demand a bit of humility. Don't you think?