Christian Fiction Quotes

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Robin Jones Gunn
“When the devil comes knocking on your door simply say "Jesus, it's for you.”
Robin Jones Gunn, Sunsets

Rachel Hauck
“We make our plans, but God directs our steps.”
Rachel Hauck, Once Upon a Prince

Leslie Gould
“Sometimes God calms the storm, but sometimes God lets the storm rage and calms His child.”
Leslie Gould, The Amish Nanny

Rachel Hauck
“Sometimes going back to the beginning is the only way.”
Rachel Hauck, Once Upon a Prince

Jennifer Hudson Taylor
“Love is as hard to hide as hate.”
Jennifer Hudson Taylor, Highland Blessings

Mindy Starns Clark
“Enjoy today because it won't come back.”
Mindy Starns Clark , The Amish Nanny

Cindy Woodsmall
“Facing our fears, skeletons, and mistakes is paramount in finding ourselves-in living with ourselves. Once it's done, that fear will be laid to rest, and she'll be stronger for having dealt with it and have more peace becausse she's not carrying the weight of that fear every day and night.”
Cindy Woodsmall, When the Soul Mends

Taylor Caldwell
“. . . a statement that is repugnant to one's beliefs can be as true as one that is pleasurable.”
Taylor Caldwell, Dear and Glorious Physician

Frank E. Peretti
“Tal was looking at Hank when he said, "Just a moment. I want to hear it one more time."
As they watched, Bernice found her way to Hank and Mary. She began to week openly, and spoke some quiet but impassioned words to them. Hank and Mary listened, as did the others nearby, and as they listened, they began to smile. They put their arms around her, they told her about Jesus, and then they began to weep as well. Finally, as the saints were gathered and Bernice was surrounded with loving arms, Hank said the words, "Let's pray...”
Frank E. Peretti

Kellie Thacker
“Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality?”
Kellie Thacker, Grace

Frank Olvera
“The assumption of no God cannot be proven by science.”
Frank 'The Christian Noob' Olvera, Under the Thelián Sky: Beyond the Great Unknown

Leslie Gould
“Enjoy today because it won't come back.”
Leslie Gould, The Amish Nanny

Cindy Woodsmall
“A fallen planet is no easy place to live.
Ya, but heaven is.”
Cindy Woodsmall, When the Soul Mends

Mary E. Hanks
“My gut feeling says he needs a second chance. Like we all do." WINTER'S PAST”
Mary E. Hanks, Winter's Past

Daniel  Patterson
“Dear Lord," she prayed, "please help me to handle all the work You've set before me. I can only do this with You at my side. Amen.”
Daniel Patterson, One Chance

Cindy Woodsmall
“A very smart woman once asked me, 'Do you think money is the answer to everything?' I have a family issue and I'm going home”
Cindy Woodsmall, When the Morning Comes

“They all want to be happy. They all think they should be happy. And they’re quick to trot out their most cherished document and point to where they were promised “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” But you’ll find that though they all parrot that little phrase, they think none too hard about that word “pursuit”. To follow, to chase, to inquire, to hunt, to seek. To track in order to overtake and capture. This they don’t do. Instead, having been offered a promise of happiness, they progress to a feeling of entitlement for happiness, then make the leap that happiness should, therefore, be easily won, automatic. There’s too much wrong in there to even scratch at that!”
Geoffrey Wood

Lisa C. Temple
“If the only tool in Willem's arsenal was a silent supplication to an absent almighty, then I might as well be sitting next to a raving radical ready to die for the promise of seventy-two virgins and a couple of camels.”
Lisa C. Temple

Tammy L. Gray
“I'm not who they think I am, nor whom they need, but in this case I intend to pull a page from Doreen's handbook. If this is their God's plan, then I'm going to ride it as long as I can.”
Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

Tammy L. Gray
“The two of us were never meant to be forever - just stepping-stones on the journey to something more.”
Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

Tammy L. Gray
“How is it possible that this blessing is mine? This broken, cynical girl who denied God her entire life - how could He give me so much?

I don't have an answer to that one. I doubt I ever will.”
Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

Tammy L. Gray
“It's amazing how life can change in a flash. One year. That's all it took to transform my world. I walked into Grace Community lost, broken, and desperately searching for meaning in my life. Now I know exactly who I am.”
Tammy L. Gray, Love and a Little White Lie

Kristi Ann Hunter
“The heart was certainly inconvenient.”
Kristi Ann Hunter, Vying for the Viscount

Kristi Ann Hunter
“If that subtlety works, I'll plan a trip to the alter myself. You don't jar a woman loose from erroneous thinking with a metaphor about paintings. If her ideas were that delicate, she'd have dropped them already.”
Kristi Ann Hunter, Vying for the Viscount

Kristi Ann Hunter
“You can give a wife every comfort, but it will mean nothing if you don't give her yourself.”
Kristi Ann Hunter, Vying for the Viscount

“If you are offended by a belief that says you can’t have your own definition of God, be alarmed at yourself! The implications are humbling, if not embarrassing.
—Itsuki Oda, Slow Brewing Tea”
Itsuki Oda

“God the Father HAS ONCE AGAIN TRACKED YOU DOWN and delivered this letter to you. It is time. NOW is the day of your salvation.
—Itsuki Oda, Slow Brewing Tea”
Isaiah

Darrell Case
“   David sat down in the only unoccupied chair in the room. 
 
              The kid scooted his chair a few inches in the direction of the door.  David frowned at his new attorney.  “You think I did everything they’re saying about me.”
 
              “Ah… ah… no… “the kid said, sweat popping out on his brow.  “Let’s get started.”  David made a sudden move, his hands shooting out across the table.  The lawyer jumped back, his chair scrapping against the concrete floor.  His face paled, his hand trembled, his finger above the orange button on the radio. 
 
              “Great, just what I needed, an attorney who believes I’m guilty.” 
 
              “Mr… er… Reverend Padgett, I’m trying to help you.”
 
              “Am I your first client?”  The boy cleared his throat. 
 
              “I assure you, Reverend Padgett, I will defend you to the best of my ability.”
 
              “You just passed the bar, didn’t you?” 
 
              “Ah, yes, but I did so on my first try.  Some don’t pass until their second or third try.”                                  
 
              “Wonderful, well we have something in common; this is the first time I’ve been on trial for my life.” 
 
              “I have some good news for you,” Barlow said, picking up a piece of paper he handed it to David. 
 
              “What’s this?” David said, his eyes scanning the sheet. 
 
              “It’s a plea agreement.  I persuaded the prosecutor to only sentence you to 50 years; you will be eligible for parole in 25.”
 
              “You want me to plead guilty to something I didn’t do and spend the next 25 to 50 years in prison?”
 
              “If we go to trial, the prosecutor is going to ask for the death penalty.”
 
              “Have you even looked at the evidence?
 
              “I’m sorry, as you know I was just assigned the case this morning.”
 
              “Get out!”
 
              “Excuse me?”
 
              “Press your talk button on the radio and tell them you want to leave.” 
 
              “But we haven’t discussed...”
 
              “If you persist I will fire you as my attorney, how will that look on your record?”
 
  “Okay, okay, Reverend Padgett,” confused, Barlow pressed the orange button, “I’m ready to go now.”  Somewhere an alarm sounded. Suddenly there was a rumbling of running feet coming down the hall. 
 
  “You pushed the wrong button,” David shouted.  With hands trembling, he reached for the radio.  “Here let me have it.”
 
  Keys jingled in the lock. Five officers rushed in, pulling David from the chair.  They threw him face down on the floor, he cried out in pain as one of the officers put his knee in the middle of his back.  Another grabbed David’s hands, snapping the handcuffs on his wrists.”
Darrell Case, Out of Darkness : An outstanding Pastor’s fell from grace

Darrell Case
“For the next two hours, he would toy with her, giving her a chance to repent. Whether she did or not made no difference. He fingered the knife in his pocket. The blade was sharp and tonight she would feel it.
Her time would run out an hour before sunrise. As with the others, he would weigh down her body with a cement block. Barely alive, she would struggle against death as they all had. The water would fill her lungs. The last thing she would see on this earth would be his eyes, the eyes of her murderer.
How long would it take before her family, her friends reported her missing? A day, possibly two? Surely no longer. Then the search would begin. He would watch the news reports, recording them all on his DVR.
In a week or two, some tourist or jogger would spot a floater in the Potomac. All evidence washed away, she would be just another woman executed by the D.C. Killer. He would add her disc to his collection.
He whiled away the time thinking about his first kill. She had lounged in her bath, thinking she was alone. When he entered the bathroom, she smiled. The expression on his face made her smile falter. He came at her, grasping her by the shoulders. He pushed her down, holding her struggling body under. Her eyes wide with terror, she tried to plead with her murderer, to ask her husband “Why?” He sank her body in the Potomac, the first victim of the D.C. Killer.
The door opened. Shannon Miller stood in the breach, surveying the parking lot. Nervous, she started to go back inside, then changed her mind. She peered toward him, her eyes straining to penetrate the mist and gloom. He was a shadow, invisible to her.
Seeing no threat, she stepped out, locked the door and hurried across the deserted lot to her car, a red Toyota with more rust than red. The tap-tap of her high heels pulsated on the cracked asphalt. The beat of her shoes matched the throb of his heart. He could hear her heavy, fearful breathing. He smiled.
The moon scurried behind the clouds as if hiding its face in horror.
He was an avenger, a messenger of God. His mission was to rid the nation's capital of immoral women. Fearing him, prostitutes now walked the streets in pairs. Even in their terror, they still pursued their wicked trade. At times he saw them huddled in groups of three or four. They reminded him of children in a thunderstorm.
Like a spirit, he crept in her direction. The only light was cast by the Miller Lite sign and a distant street lamp. The light in the parking lot had burned out weeks ago, throwing it into darkness.
He stalked her as a lion does its prey. He moved slowly, silently, low to the ground, keeping the car between them. His dark running suit blended with the night. He was the Dark
Angel, the Angel of Death. In another life, he had passed over Egypt, killing the firstborn of those condemned by God.
Her eyes darted in every direction, still she didn't see him. He was invisible.
Her hands shook as she tried to get the key in the door. The 11 o'clock news reported that another one had been found. If he stuck with his pattern, the D.C. Killer would strike again tonight. By morning a woman would be dead. She prayed it wouldn’t be her.
She fumbled, dropping the key ring. She stooped to pick it up, her head turning in every direction, her ears alert to every sound. Now, without seeing him, she sensed him. She lowered her eyes, trying again, successfully this time. She turned the key. There was a click. She sighed, unaware that she had been holding her breath. The dome light flashed as she opened the door.
He was on her in an instant. Their bodies slammed against the door. The light blinked out. He held her in an iron grip with one hand over her mouth and the blade poking into her”
Darrell Case

B. Graham Simpson
“In front of the Dones’ home, sitting atop a fifteen-foot tall street lamp, a black crow fluttered its wings as it spied the top of a man’s head covered with a dark-blue hood. The man held a sharp pin knife. No doubt anticipating the routine discarding of a week’s worth of trash, from which it could gnaw on half-eaten food, the airborne scavenger seemed not too bothered by the dark intruder. The light from the streetlamp flickered as it made its way down at warp speed to illuminate the wicked deed that was about to happen. Emanating from the translucent globe atop the black pole, a soft glow provided a circle of fogginess on the hood and windshield of Will’s truck. The crow became flustered anew when the shadow of a neighbor’s cat passed on the man’s left side. The man jerked his head around to see what had interrupted his midnight offense. The crow settled to a sitting position when the cat’s tiny shadow disappeared beneath the car.”
B. Graham Simpson, Behold the Bond

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