We met in the university library and he took me through verses of the Bible.

I don’t remember exactly what he showed me, but it was a different way of reading the Bible than I was used to from my one year of past church experience.

Not moral lessons—instead, it was like piecing together clues to arrive at a practical conclusion. A conclusion that was secret from casual observers.

I was intrigued even though I didn’t believe in god. I called it a “theory.” Interesting theory.

I was bored with life, bored with school, looking for something exciting. Something like the imminent end of the world.

Show me more, I said. But I’m never coming to your church.