When did you hear God’s voice for the first time? It happens to every Believer. I’m poking along, minding my own business when—POW! The heavens open and this deep voice bellows, “Dan, it’s me!” At first, I answer, “James Earl Jones?”

Pity the poor atheist. His life is a straight line from birth to death. At death, his straight line of life takes a horrible plunge. He now realizes his grand mistake. He asks for a ‘do over.’ God declines. Then he suggests a substitute punishment, like maybe twenty push-ups?

When you’re good, you’re good. Arrogance had me believing there were no boll weevils in my cotton.

She’s not only wanting to cure my sore throat, she wants to turn it into a smooth-operating Panama Canal.