I took the only viable path I could see and attended Mom’s church with her. In many respects, it was a great choice for me as a young person. In this congregation, I knew precisely what I had to do—which boxes on the list to check—to know I was “good”. To be adored by a church of 150 people. To satisfy the blood-thirst of Jehovah God, who would surely strike me down if I sinned. Yet .... I struggled internally with the tenets of fundamentalist doctrine.