I just finished my first novel, House of Doors. I am strange, I think. The epitome of contradictions. I am Christian. I have no doubts about heaven. But I know that there are others, much more brilliant than I, who have answers beyond mine. Therefore, I cannot judge anyone her/his beliefs. Judging is God's realm and I am fully content to let her/him do it. I have become more spiritual and less religious as I have aged. I don't need as many trappings and things. God/Christ lives inside of me. But I do know that without our churches and our faithful missionaries (local, national, foreign), evil would have a greater hold on a greater amount. God needs earthly hands to do His/Her work.