By the final session, the tension in the room was palpable. Josh stood at the podium, looking out at a sea of faces—some mocking, some curious, others clearly searching. He spoke about the "Big Bang," the fine-tuning of the universe, and the historical evidence for the life of Jesus.
"Professor," Josh said, turning to Radisson, "you don't just believe God doesn't exist. You hate Him. But how can you hate something that isn't real?" subtitle God's Not Dead
As the class filed out, Josh didn't know if he had won the grade. But when a student named Martin approached him, tears in his eyes, Josh knew he had won something far more important. By the final session, the tension in the room was palpable
Radisson, a man whose sharp suits matched his even sharper intellect, paced at the front of the room. He didn't waste time with introductions. Instead, he handed out a single sheet of paper to every student. "Professor," Josh said, turning to Radisson, "you don't