High in the mountains of Peru, I really had to pee. Luckily for me, someone was there to take advantage of that natural inclination for evangelization and catechism in the ways of “an ancient Inca ceremony” involving urine. Sound intriguing? It sure did to me way back when. So I went for it. What ensued was likely a sham, hustle, or narrowly missed opportunity for me, the tourist, to lose somewhat more than his dignity, but religion’s often like that, isn’t it? This humorous, somewhat tongue-in-cheek post takes a look at what it means to be a religious seeker with a fundamentally doubting, materialistic, skeptical outlook. Forget faith like a mustard seed. How ‘bout the metaphor of religious experience like the muscular bladder when you’ve really gotta go, and someone’s there to show you just how, when, and where to do so? Folks searching for religion might just be desperately in need of a little physical relief, while religions prove so willing to exercise their control over our basic bodily functions. Those with firm, evangelizing religious commitments, then, might just be suffering from an embarrassing incontinence, one that only seems to worsen with age, infirmity, or while in the throws of ailment. Still sound intriguing? Just let go and click here for some relief.