The accidental gift of being denominationally homeless wasn’t about a sense of certainty (only inasmuch as I was certain about my uncertainty.) No, the idea wasn’t really about anything as certain as standing up to the tradition; rather it was an attempt at being numbered with the marginalized. It just that a commitment to the latter triggers an unavoidable confrontation with the former. So, yes, an accidental gift. Accidental, because it was not my intention. Gift, because it was an invitation to let go… of being right, of being esteemed, of being rewarded, of being considered… well, ironically, of being considered a gift.