Noah walked with God; he didn't only preach righteousness, he acted it. He went through water and didn't melt. He breasted the current of the popular opinion of his day, scorning alike the hatred and ridicule of the scoffers who mocked at the thought of there being but one way of salvation.

Real Christians revel in desperate ventures for Christ, expecting from God great things and attempting the same with exhilaration.

David - the man after God's own heart - was a man of war and a mighty man of valour. When all Israel were on the run, David faced Goliath - alone... with God - and he but a stripling, and well scolded, too, by his brother for having come to see the battle.

Battle is the soldier's vital breath! Peace turns him into a stooping asthmatic. War makes him a whole man again, and gives him the heart, strength, and vigor of a hero.

I get huge solace from chaos, especially if someone else is doing it, too, like, 'Thank God it's not just me!'

We're all going to experience death and failure and setbacks and disappointments and cancer and, you know, it's a really difficult world. And for me, God has always - in my relationship with Christ - He's given me hope and peace.

Now God be praised, I will die in peace.

New fiction writers are a special breed in my estimation, and I never dreamed that so many people would be interested, but I remember being led by God.