The following is a way-too-long excerpt from "Exodus from Zion".
When I was 17 I had a rough, uncomfortable year. I took off one day shortly after buying my first car, a red '88 Ford Escort hatchback. I drove up to North Carolina to see Michael from Christian summer camp nineteen months earlier. My car broke down on the drive home a few days later and after walking and hitchhiking the rest of the way home, I discovered my mom had packed up my things. She told me I couldn't… Continue