He told them his name was David McCurdy — the pseudonym he had used to rent a nearby apartment where he had set up an explosives workshop — and denied knowing who Sam Melville was. Buntz and Diss drove the weaving road downhill to file a complaint with the local police station.
Jessa offered to be my spiritual mentor, and I excitedly agreed. My parents were nominal Christians, but not churchgoers. In Maythey boarded a plane and arrived in California. The empty shelf stared grimly at her like an open wound.
I dug my face harder into the floor — lying prostrate was how we humbled ourselves before the Lord. By his own account, he left around midnight, driving away in the cold night. The library was accessible to some of the 60 employees, as well as to groups of 30 worshippers taking turns in adoration of the Eucharist, a tradition going back to the years following World War I.
I remember lying on the top bunk in my new dorm room a few weeks into my college career, wondering if my faith made sense anymore, while my roommate used our dorm phone to talk to one of the boys who wanted to date her. I was thinking of ways I could convert them to my faith. Norbury recalls the injuries of one Syrian boy he treated recently.