I did not come from a particularly religious background, but in my early undergraduate days I was quite interested in religion and took several courses on religions. For my major I chose Culture and Behavior, a cross-disciplinary mash-up of sociology, anthropology, and psychology. One evening after dinner, I sat reading in the Silliman library for an anthropology assignment involving the remote Andaman Islands. Originally, they had several sets of gods: one for the volcanos and sea; one for daily activities, such as hunting, farming, and interpersonal matters, and one that gave them ideas and spoke to them in dreams. It suddenly hit me that the Andaman Islanders’ belief system, one for the created environment, one for social and daily matters, and one for the mysterious inner voice, mirrored that ultimate mystery of the Christian theology, The Holy Trinity. Holy cow! I couldn’t continue reading. I jumped up and out of the library and took a few excited-but-pensive laps around the courtyard to consider the implications.