Certainly

“Come home now,” my father insisted. “Your mother might not make it through the night.”

After I came to believe in God, I was mostly the same person. Maybe I put a few more cans of beer back in the fridge, or held back on some four-letter words here and there, but except for those superficial changes everything felt about the same. I still was not in control, and still had no idea what I was supposed to go. Abide in Christ, sure, but that was about as vague as “making a difference” or “doing what’s best for the world”.