This past week I had the opportunity to visit two religious centers in my hometown and it made me question some things about who I am, who we are as people, and the things we do. Furthermore, what do I believe in?

Growing up Catholic, I definitely saw the world through a lens, but thanks to my accepting parents and the freedom that is a University, I was able to open my eyes to two new experiences: Buddhism and Scientology. When I began my visit, in an attempt to fully explore these two religions, I entered the learning experience with an open mind. No judgment or preconceived notions, just a willingness and want to learn more.

First I visited a Buddhist Bhante at a monastery and he talked about himself, their duty as monks and how they survived and taught. What I found most intriguing was that he said they relied completely on the community for their survival. They are not paid, so food, shelter, clothing, entertainment, and anything else they may need is gained through the giving hearts of those around them.

To me, their way of life spoke volumes to the community of Buddhists associated with this monastery. It is astounding that in this day and time and here in America that someone can live so piously and rely solely on those in his community for basic needs.

After the Buddhist monastery, I visited a Church of Scientology. Living near their headquarters I definitely had some idea of who they were, but I yearned to know more.

What struck me most was how inviting, welcome and friendly they were. From when I called to when I walked in they were nothing but smiles and open to conversation. They made me feel like I wanted to be there. It was interesting to understand the origins of this religion and how it developed in the 20th Century. From what I had heard before, it was completely different. They were not trying to force beliefs on me, or coerce me to join (at least not outright), but simply wanted me to understand who they were and what Scientology stood for. The spoke of happiness and helping me be a better me.

After my two hours in the Scientology building, I left with a new outlook on the religion and organized religion as a whole. I think they both helped me realize that religion, no matter which one someone chooses to follow, is much more than just a book or weekend service; it is something for people to live in, to guide their lives by, and ultimately enrich each other and the people around them.

Many times, people have preconceived notions based on stereotypes, media bias, and other sources not qualified to give an accurate explanation of the religion. To me, in order to be intellectually honest with myself, if I want to form an opinion on anything, I must do the ground work, and gain as much first-hand information as possible.

In the end, did I learn about two random religions? Yes. Am I converting anytime soon? Maybe. More than that, I learned that the best perspective you can have on anything is one you gain yourself. Whether it be a religion, an organization, or a person, it is wise to form your judgement only after you've experienced that something firsthand. Maybe walking a mile in someone else's shoes has some more legitimacy to it than we thought before.