My faith looks like a drama in three parts. Act 1: Questions. Does God see me? Can he hear me? How could he possibly love me? Am I really going to heaven? Is the rapture going to happen tonight? I think I sinned again -- am I going to hell now? What happens to people in countries who don't know about Jesus? Can I listen to music that isn't Christian? Does God want me to be a teacher? Does God love women as much as men? Does God tune me out when I repeat my prayers? Do I have to understand everything in the Bible? Am I a bad person if I don't read my Bible every day? Act 2: Certainty. (A short-lived phase.) God sees me. He knows me. He loves me. Yes, I'm going to heaven. No, we don't know when the rapture is happening. No, I'm not going to hell because I sinned again. Yes, I can listen to music that isn't Christian. God wants me to love him more than he wants me to focus on one singular career path. Yes, God loves women as much as men. No, he doesn't tune me out when I repeat prayers. No, I...