My concern is that somebody would make a decision against Christianity because of Mr. Trump's behavior.

To the loved, a word of affection is a morsel; but to the love-starved, a word of affection can be a feast.

There was a time I wanted to go into politics. And so all of a sudden, here I am, I guess. I'm in the thick of it.

We have the freedom to pray and the freedom to love the God of our heart. And we have been forgiven by the only one who could condemn us. We are truly free.

My co-pastor is Randy Frazee. Randy is the brightest bulb in this box. He really has a feeling for what a church needs in terms of maturity, so I listen to him.

We are Jesus Christ's; we belong to him. But even more, we are increasingly him. He moves in and commandeers our hands and feet, requisitions our minds and tongues. We sense his rearranging: debris into the divine, pig's ear into silk purse. He repurposes bad decisions and squalid choices. Little by little, a new image emerges.

Forgiveness doesn't diminish justice; it just entrusts it to God. He guarantees the right retribution.