Josey was saying, crying openly. “I knew all that channeling, crystal, New Age stuff had nothing for me, but I was desperate. I had not been to church since I was a little girl, but I remembered there was supposed to be a God who loved me.” “Why didn’t you go back to church?” Vicki asked. “I believed what everyone else was saying. People said the church was full of hypocrites, that institutionalized religion caused more problems than it solved, that God was in all of us and that we could find him within ourselves. In fact, if some could be believed, we could be gods ourselves. It just seemed to me that the closer I got to finding the god within me, the farther I felt from a real God, if there was one. Then someone invited me to a Bible study. That wasn’t scary. It didn’t sound like church. It was just a place to read the Bible and talk about it.” “What have you learned so far?” Vicki asked. “That’s just it. I think I’ve got all the basics. If I can just accept the fact that there’s nothing I can do to make this happen, I’ll—”
