ABSTRACT
When I was 13 years old, I used to accompany my parents to our local church. One Sunday, to their consternation, the preacher was an evangelical. He strode around, roused, urged, cajoled-and then called on all the young ones who felt The Call to come forward. I was hooked. I really wanted to go, but didn’tI have no idea why. That night, I talked to my mum, who was very clear: if I really believed what I had heard I should ‘come forward.’ That experience and that conversation set in train a year-long process of thinking which I’ve never forgotten.
