Subtitle God's Not Dead Direct

"Thank you," Martin whispered. "I've been waiting for someone to say that."

The sun beat down on the brick walkways of Hadleigh University, but inside the Philosophy 101 lecture hall, the air was chilled. Josh Wheaton adjusted the strap of his backpack, feeling the weight of the "God’s Not Dead" flyer tucked inside. He had heard the rumors about Professor Radisson, but he hadn't expected the man to be so imposing. subtitle God's Not Dead

The professor smirked. "Then you will have to defend the existence of God in three sessions at the end of the semester. If you fail to convince your peers, you fail the class." "Thank you," Martin whispered

"I can't sign this," Josh said, his voice steadier than he felt. He had heard the rumors about Professor Radisson,

The central conflict between a student's personal belief and an academic's rigid atheism.

Standing alone against a majority to uphold what one believes is true.

"To pass this course," Radisson’s voice echoed, "you must acknowledge a simple truth that has been settled for over a century. Write these three words on that paper: God is dead ."