The Blessing of not being a Purebred

I  am eternally grateful to God that my mother was Baptist and my father was Catholic, and that they had a marriage where spiritually we kids had the best of both worlds, and where for the most part the bad things were cancelled out. Even though we were raised Baptist, I was never able to swallow the whole pill; and I knew there was more to following Jesus than what I was hearing and seeing at church. That often meant I felt like an outsider looking in, but now I see that it prevented me from mistaking one group for the whole of the Church.