I still wanted to experience a number of things, and I doubted that Jesus would want to be anywhere near my heart while I was testing life. That first rainy, sleepless night on the AT, I reflected on the restrictions I still felt on my path to everlasting life. I had left my parents’ church and married a “liberal” Mennonite girl, who did indeed cut her hair and phase out her head covering. I owned a television and bought any kind of car I could afford. I went to Cleveland Indians games and even