And suddenly I’m caring again. I’m invested again. I realize I can no more break up with my religious heritage than I can with my parents. I may not worship in an evangelical church anymore or even embrace evangelical theology, but as long as I have an investment in the church universal, I have an investment in the community that first introduced me to Jesus. Like it or not, I’ve got skin in the game. And then they make an American Heritage Bible and we’re back to breaking up again. So basically my relationship with evangelicalism is like a Taylor Swift song set to repeat.
