"There was a gap behind me, too. Perhaps the leap to acceptance was a horrifying gamble--but what of the leap to rejection? There might be no certainty that Christ was God--but, by God, there was no certainty that He was not. If I were to accept, I might and probably would face the thought through the years: ‘Perhaps, after all, it’s a lie; I’ve been had!’ But if I were to reject, I would certainly face the haunting, terrible thought: ‘Perhaps it’s true--and I have rejected my God!’"

Would've loved this book a lot more if I had read it 10 years ago... with the exception of Chapter Four and any of the letters from C.S. Lewis (the highlight of the book for me) it came off a little too sappy and Nicholas Sparks-y for my tastes.