Ana Marie Cox, a blogger and writer, wrote a post for the Daily Beast that is getting lots of commentary. She says she feels uncomfortable talking about her faith with colleagues.

In my personal life, my faith is not something I struggle with or something I take particular pride in. It is just part of who I am.

The only place where my spirituality feels volatile is in my professional life; the only time I’ve ever felt uncomfortable talking about my faith is when it comes up in conversation with colleagues.

It does come up: Since leaving Washington, I have made my life over and I am happier, freer, and healthier in body and spirit and apparently it shows. When people ask me, “What changed?” or, “How did you do it?” or, sometimes, with nervous humor, “Tell me your secret!” I have a litany of concrete lifestyle changes I can give them—simply leaving Washington is near the top of the list—but the honest answer would be this: I try, every day, to give my will and my life over to God. I try to be like Christ. I get down on my knees and pray.

She also feels judged by believers, because she isn’t totally knowledgable about the bible. Would she fail the Christian litmus test?

I’m Catholic in one of most Catholic areas of the country. There are nothing but Irish and Italians around here. It’s hard to find parking space outside of church. Few people are REALLY Catholic, but lots of people are sort of Catholic. But we Catholics are much more reserved in our devotions than Protestants. Nobody expects us to know the bible; we just have to show up at church on Sunday. I never really thought of Catholicism as a slacker religion, but maybe it is.