David Platt and Donald Trump don’t belong on the same stage. Other than both being humans, I know nothing similar about the two. Platt is one of the best people I’ve ever known. Trump is among the worst I’ve ever seen on the world stage. Platt is pastor of McLean Bible Church in Virginia. He moved to Virginia to be president of the Southern Baptist Convention’s International Mission Board. Before that, he was my pastor at the Church at Brook Hills here in Birmingham, so I feel qualified to offer an opinion about him. He was the most godly and humble pastor I’ve ever known. He loved people and was passionate about personally becoming more like Jesus and teaching others to do the same. On Sunday, he had just finished preaching and he stepped off the stage to prepare for the Lord’s Supper. He got a message that Trump was on the way to the church and wanted for the church to pray for him. In a letter to the church Sunday night, Platt explained that he thought praying for Trump was the right thing — in a very non-political way. Unfortunately, Platt was naive not to recognize that it would be seen in the context of the political support that many religious right Christian ministers have given to Trump. I think Platt made a mistake by allowing Trump onto the stage — because of the appearance of an endorsement — but knowing him as I do, I know it was a naive mistake made by a godly man trying to do the right thing.
If we always beat ourselves up, how will we ever heal and grow?
I’ve never been very kind to myself.
I didn’t realize that for a long time. Because my internal dialogue was all I’d ever known, I didn’t realize there was any other way to live.
I’ve always been vicious to myself when it came to my physical appearance. When I was a child, I was honestly convinced I was the ugliest boy around. As I got a little older, my worst fear was that no woman would ever be attracted to me.
For my entire adult life, I seem to have been looking for one reason after another to feel shame about myself. Even when there was nothing objective to feel bad about, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I found things to criticize, to doubt and to cause shame.
This has been my template for so many things in life. One of the reasons I know my faults so well — and am willing to admit them to you — is that I’ve spent so much time cataloguing my failings and setting up plans for improving myself.
Lately, though, I’ve found myself dialing down the shame. I’ve started feeling that maybe — just maybe — it’s OK to accept myself, even as I work on becoming a better person.
Forget your partner’s best traits; worst traits predict your future
See if you’ve heard this story before. Or maybe lived it.
It was about 12 years ago when my friend married a man who seemed like her dream guy. She cared about money and status and prestige in her church and community. He had it all. He was a successful businessman. He was respected and held positions in community organizations. He was a leader at his church who served on committees and boards.
Before they married, there were warning signs, but she ignored them. He checked every box on her list of things she wanted. Anything else must be insignificant. She could deal with the rest as long as she had her dream man. Her friends and family told her how lucky she was to have someone with his qualities. She agreed.
After the wedding, the fantasy started fading. Those little warning signs she had ignored — the flashes of anger and cruelty — became more common. He routinely called her vile names. He bullied her into not talking with friends anymore. He was insanely jealous for no reason.
And because she thought she had no choice — since she had her dream guy — she put up with it.

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‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone