My parents, they were good, godly people, but they never said, You need to write.

The wonders of nature call to you. The promises and prophecies of Scripture speak to you. God himself reaches out to you.

Maybe your life resembles a Bethlehem stable. Crude in some spots, smelly in others. Not much glamour. Not always neat. People in your circle remind you of stable animals: grazing like sheep, stubborn like donkeys, and that cow in the corner looks a lot like the fellow next door. You, like Joseph, knocked on the innkeeper's door. But you were too late. Or too old, sick, dull, damaged, poor, or peculiar. You know the sound of a slamming door.

It's nothing mystical, necessarily. It's nothing secretive. It's just what we do with our body we do with our soul.

My book centers in on the New Testament, the goal being to help a person who wants to understand the Bible to see how what God did as revealed in the New Testament will reveal to them their own personal story.

When troubles come our way, we can be stressed and upset, or we can trust God. Caleb could have cursed God. He didn't deserve the wilderness. He had to put his dreams on hold for four decades. Still he didn't complain or grow sour.

I think a story is an attention grabber. I think it's a truth conveyor. Those are two great features of a good story.