People are lonely. They want company and your book can provide them company and a little bit of hope. And there's nothing wrong with that.

If you buy the website, maybe you'll do something with it. But so far I haven't; we'll see.

My most recent faith struggle is not one of intellect. I don’t really do that anymore. Sooner or later you just figure out there are some guys who don’t believe in God and they can prove He doesn't exist, and there are some other guys who do believe in God and they can prove He does exist, and the argument stopped being about God a long time ago and now it’s about who is smarter, and honestly I don’t care.

The downside of being a writer is you get plenty of time to overthink your life.

All this beauty exists so you and I can see His glory, His artwork. It's like an invitation to worship Him, to know Him.

I've wondered, though, if one of the reasons we fail to acknowledge the brilliance of life is because we don't want the responsibility inherent in the acknowledgment. We don't want to be characters in a story because characters have to move and breathe and face conflict with courage. And if life isn't remarkable, then we don't have to do any of that; we can be unwilling victims instead of grateful participants.

Our lives have a countdown clock that we can't see. Mine reminds me to only do work that matters.