There must be a reason that these bad things happen to me. I must be dysfunctional. So why would my dad leave? Why would he kill himself? Why would I be violated? And when you're 6-years-old, you can't comprehend that. But as you get much older in life, you begin to think what's wrong with me?

When seasons change in our life, it's difficult. Because it feels like loss and no one likes loss. And I go through, how do you do that? How do you take that transition without losing it in the curve?

One of the things is that I've been very comfortable in every situation starting ministry in the inner city and ministering in places - Washington, D.C., feeding the homeless, the hurting, going to broken boys and girls. So culturally I understood all different aspects of life - from extremely wealthy to extreme poverty, socioeconomic differences, ethnic differences.

Don't waste another moment crying over what went wrong! If it wasn't a blessing - it was a lesson.

I'm comfortable around just about everyone.

That defining moment at my friend's house, when his uncle looks in my eye and reads me the word of God, I have an awakening.

I always say, you're going to have to ask someone else, but I believe the purpose is to stand as a reconciler, a bridge builder.