There is a time and a place for everything.A man went to eat and turned the table into a pulpit. A man who loves his faith feels heat in his chest and starts to think every room is a field to be taken, every ear a soul to be seized. But a restaurant is where a tired man brings his hunger and his worries and sits down hoping for a little peace. Mayb

The Kind of Empire You Can Sleep InA man can build a kingdom two ways. He can stack it on love and truth, or he can nail it together with lies and stolen boards. Both will stand for a while. One will let him sleep.The easy way is always the cheap way. You whisper the right lie in the right ear. You shave the truth a little. You take what is not you