Fast-forward a decade. My firstborn and only son—who I raised to be open and accepting to a variety of expressions of spirituality, without judgment or self-righteousness—has converted to New Testament evangelical faith. He sports the look and speaks the jargon. With all of the openness I had hoped to instill in this sensitive young man, he “found” a faith frighteningly similar to the stiff-necked separatists of my far-right upbringing. While he plays the very same guitar I played when I was his age. And so … Joni Mitchel returns to my wondering soul and her lyrics hit me in a new and ghostly way.