Where the Light Fell: A Memoir

by Philip Yancey

I’ve heard people make comments like That’s just not my personality. I could never do that. I’m not that way. I resist all such thoughts. Camp and church have taught me that much of life consists of acting. Pray from the pulpit or give a tear-jerking testimony at camp, and suddenly you’re a spiritual giant. Do the opposite, and you’re a renegade. People judge by the outside—as long as you keep the inside well hidden.

Conversions only make sense from the inside out, to the fellow-converted. To the uninitiated they seem a mystery or a delusion.