I did know that God and I were inextricably entangled, and I still know that, no matter what the fifty-eight-year-old version of me says that I believe or don't believe on my agnostic days. And I still know that God will "lead me" in ways that I'll understand only in Heaven, no matter what I say to the contrary, even when I'm in an atheist frame of mind or when I hold forth to other enlightened people (at least "enlightened" in our own minds) speaking in an we're-all-too-smart-to-take-anything-at-face-value progressive code that presumes that anyone who disagrees is a backward rube.
Sex, Mom, and God, p. 9
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