I’ve loved storytelling ever since I was able to visualize characters in my head. Yes, I was the type of kid that had imaginary friends. I spoke to them, and they spoke back to me.  I played an “adventure game” with my childhood friends for years. We slew dragons, goblins, and evil warlocks, until we decided we were too cool for those things. 

I left the worlds I imagined behind as I grew older, but my enjoyment of story never faded. As my Christian faith grew in my late teens, I found so much of Christian-genre fiction lacking. That made little sense to me, because whenever I read the Bible, I felt captivated by God’s sovereign hand in showing (not telling) great and inspirational tales. The many people of the Bible persevered under tribulations, fell into sinful error, and struggled deeply with their faith. The Bible never was to me only a book of do’s and don’ts. It was repertoire of provoking stories and soul-saving truths. The name above all names that stepped down from His throne to save lost sinners at war with Him, is above all, the greatest story.