He was engaged in so many tangents of what it meant to be a man. I didn't take the time to tell him his life had chiseled my own.

Every man has a mask that’s worn somewhere between occasionally and continuously either to conceal what’s inside or to project what’s not.

In the face of unforeseen hardship and loss, the feel-good Good News can only go so far before it becomes stale and good for nothing.

A modest man is a standard of decency unto himself. What he says, how he acts, and what he wears all point to a decision about how to live.

Bliss without law is the promise of anarchy, but the opposite is true. Without law there cannot be liberty.

I feel sorry for the man who is afraid to be unguarded with another man, who believes the cost of vulnerability is too big to be valuable.

Adrian was my first time. The first time I had tangible feelings for another man. The first time I hugged a guy and said I really love you.

That night in the theater some kind of numinous individualism was cemented inside of me. I would find a conscience free of coercion.

I was seven years old when I made the fearsome decision to kidnap singer, actor, and pop-sensation Bobby Sherman and take him to my bedroom.

This was evil of the satanic kind.

A tiny mass of fetal tissue, if allowed to live, can amplify for Americans what it means to be human.

I routinely contemplate what lies beneath the male façade, and in the case of Jerry Falwell Jr. it’s nearly mesmerizing.

We have to get to the place where American men can man up by becoming compassionate, tender, and forgiving.

Prosthetic penises look to be the go-to scene enhancing stratagem for the foreseeable future until we all start clamoring for the real thing

If absolute foreknowledge is true, then what is the difference between a relationship with a personal God and a relationship with fatalism?

Fifty years after that initial encounter with God and I am still consuming the spiritual equivalent of dime store candy.

Logan’s miraculous experience reawakened in me the stark recognition that I no longer believe in God’s nearness like I did long ago.

The dichotomy between their unquenchable love for Landon and their unshakeable support for abortion was not lost on me.

What does a woman like Miss November do with a man like Jesus of Nazareth?

Our unresolved wounds inevitably show up in our sexuality, often masquerading as a part of a healthy sexual life.