Grace does not make sense. It’s not supposed to make sense. Grace cannot be calculated or formulated, earned or even rewarded for a job well done. Grace is a gift, not a salary.

After twenty years of unbelief, doubt had become a habit. Doubting was easy, routine; it was my natural, instinctive reaction. Somewhere along the line I had stopped considering any other options. Doubt was my default....

I had a problem with commitment. I was afraid to proclaim that I had found Jesus, been saved, boarded the boat bound for eternal life. I figured it wasn’t something I could announce one week...

Frankly, I even worried about the fact that I was so worried. Worrying about the strength of my faith—how it stood up to others’—didn’t seem to be a healthy sign. I mean, didn’t worrying about...