Side roads and detours: a narrative reconstruction about studying religion
Long story short: I fell into the study of religion quite by accident. Or perhaps I should say through an unending series of accidents.
Yes, like many who study it, I was raised by parents who took their church-going quite seriously – so seriously that my Presbyterian mother never saw eye to eye with my Baptist father. We often had “roast preacher” for lunch on Sundays. Those heated discussions undoubtedly struck a chord in me somewhere deep down. At least, in retrospect I can say that.