I think there is something about a story that is enduring. Stories take on a life of their own.

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

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly.

His is a joy which consequences cannot quench. His is a peace which circumstances cannot steal.

Just when the truth about life sinks in, His truth starts to surface. He takes us by the hand and dares us not to sweep the facts under the rug but to confront them with him at our side.

Nails didn't hold God to a cross. Love did.

Thats usually what I gravitate to, I read The Perfect Storm, then I read Into Thin Air .