I can remember playing with our children in the surf on the Gulf of Mexico. We’d get lost in the waves and laughter and then look up and realize we had unintentionally drifted a long way from our towels and cooler. We didn’t have to think about moving our feet, the current of the water had lulled us along. Spiritual drift is much the same; the constant wash of the world against our frame pushes us into the the abyss of culture.