In my life, I’d attended 3,200 events at a half-dozen churches. Passed catechism tests all through Awana. Read so many Christian apologetics manuals that my devout mother laughed at the pile. Studied the whole Bible cover-to-cover twice, memorized chunks, done daily devotionals, and loved correcting adults’ scripture references. Won awards for beating other children at explaining popular Western Christianity. But I couldn’t figure out what we believed.
