Like all accounts of GodÂ’s faithfulness, mine begins with a genealogy. In the late seventeenth century, my motherÂ’s Congregationalist ancestors journeyed to the New World to escape what they saw as EnglandÂ’s deadly compromise with Romanism. Centuries later, ÂAmerican Presbyterians converted my fatherÂ’s great-Âgrandmother from Coptic ÂOrthodoxy to ÂProtestantism. Her son became a Presbyterian minister in the Evangelical Coptic Church. By the time my parents were Âliving in Âtwenty-first-century Illinois, their familiesÂ’ historic Reformed commitments had been replaced by non-denominational, ÂBaptistic Âevangelicalism. This form of Christianity dominated my Midwestern hometown. My parents taught me to love God, revere the Scriptures,...