where have you been going to church these days?” Perhaps this is why I didn’t want to write this book . . . at least not at first. Oh, I tried to get out of it. I hemmed and hawed and pitched a bunch of alternative proposals to my publisher, hoping the editors might change their minds. It took twice as long to write as I’d planned. I even spilled a fat mug of chai all over my laptop right in the middle of writing the first draft, and, thinking I’d lost half the manuscript, decided that God didn’t want