I distinctly remember sitting in my driveway in my old Hyundai Tucson—stick shift, I might add—about a decade ago, cogitating on all things divine, trying to sort out what I believed about religion. I won’t go into the full story here, but I am a “revert,” which is to say I was baptized as an infant, eventually fell away from the little and unformed faith I did have, and then came back.
