Life is full of crisis and wonder, and I find myself a person born a Jew turned Quaker and wearing three different crosses on one necklace, each with a different meaning for me.

First, I should say I am a lifelong admirer of Jesus Christ, although I am not a Christian, and I worship his beliefs as much or more as him. I notice that so many “Christians” evoke his name but seem to know nothing about him.

I know a lot about him but don’t worship him as a God. Life is loaded with ironies.

I find it if I can keep organized religion and other people’s dogma out of things, I can get to the good stuff more easily. If Jesus were alive today, a lot of hypocrites would be on fire.

The cross on the left is a replica of the crosses worn in Roman times.

The long one in the middle has an authentic ancient Hebrew coin embedded and was sent to me from Jerusalem by my good friend Eve Marko. The one on the right is an old replica of crosses worn in medieval days.

These crosses ground me, they inspire me to be good, and I believe they bring good energy to me and the world outside of my life. I just like wearing them, it feels good, and maybe it even does some good.

Once in a while, I rub them and touch them when I need to remember to be humble and that I am small and lucky and know so very little about the mysteries of the world.