"Is there a problem, Mr. Wheaton?" Radisson’s eyes locked onto his.
The room went silent. Pens scratched across paper as students, eager for an easy grade and a quiet life, complied. But Josh stared at the blank line. To him, those words weren't just a philosophical statement; they were a betrayal. subtitle God's Not Dead
"Thank you," Martin whispered. "I've been waiting for someone to say that." "Is there a problem, Mr