I saw a hashtag on twitter this past week about why people who were sexually abused might fail to report the event and it prompted me to write this note. Sadly, I’m sure some of you can relate to what I’ve written.
I have to confess, it hit me like a hard slap in the face.
At some point in your life, you have undoubtedly been to the theater. Maybe it’s been something as simple as a school pageant or a play. Or maybe you’ve been to Broadway or the West End in London and seen a professional production of some sort.
The first time I was ever in Manhattan was in December of 1990. I had flown from San Antonio to Newark on a Saturday for a Monday business meeting....
“The main thing in life,” someone has said “is keeping the main thing the main thing.”
So what’s the main thing?
That’s a good and important question.
I became a Christian during the days when a group that called itself the Moral Majority was quite prominent. After more than a decade of a whole lot of sex, drugs and rock and roll that openly subverted the traditional Judeo Christian ethic, the...