“Even though I suspected it was for the best, I felt bad about manipulating my father, and in that moment I realized something; I did not believe in God. As quickly as the revelation came, it dawned on me that I had never believed. I’d always questioned the claims of religion, though the day’s events had finally given me my reason. No loving God, I reckoned, would allow a recounting of his miracles to render some human beings more worthy of home than others.”