Year after year, these events were perpetuating an emotional cycle: commit, try hard, fail, feel horrible, then confess and recommit to try even harder, only to have your hopes of renewal shattered all over again. It seemed so spiritual, but it set me up for what was to come. I never took Christianity too seriously in high school, as it appeared to mean sacrificing a lot of fun. At our school, being a good Christian meant your hair was cut above your ears and your pant legs weren’t rolled up. In the