It looks like work, hard work. So it was, but it was joyous work. Perhaps the most joyous I have ever known. Intense concentration, somehow even when I was asleep. Caring for nothing but the book - and God. It seems to me that I was never in a sustained way closer to Christ. Decisions about what to include or how to include it seemed to make themselves as I got to them, and I believed that the book was under His guidance, to which I strove to be utterly open. I prayed again and again that Christ would think through my mind, love through my heart, and speak through my (two) typing fingers.
- Sheldon Vanauken
