“Carpathia stood again. “If I am not god,” he said, “I challenge yours to slay me now. I spit in his face and call him a weakling. If I remain alive for ten more seconds, he, and you, are frauds.” Chaim smiled. “What kind of a God would he be if he felt compelled to act on your timetable?”

“Carpathia stood again. “If I am not god,” he said, “I challenge yours to slay me now. I spit in his face and call him a weakling. If I remain alive for ten more seconds, he, and you, are frauds.” Chaim smiled. “What kind of a God would he be if he felt compelled to act on your timetable?”

— Tim LaHaye