Ben Roethlisberger is lucky to be white. If he had been a black athlete, accused by a white woman of sexual misconduct, I am not sure the law would have been so kind to him. Think Kobe Bryant.

It appears that the DA in Milledgeville, Georgia, handled this carefully and judiciously. But the dearth of media attention and frenzy around Roethlisberger, on this yet another act of misbehaving in his life, has been staggering.

Compare the experiences of Kobe Bryant, whose carcass was feasted on by the media (not to mention the DA in Colorado) for months under circumstances very similar to Big Ben's. Only difference? Black man accused of misconduct with a white girl as opposed to a white man being similarly accused. Kobe and Ben are both huge athletic stars. Kobe had to go to PR purgatory for years to rehabilitate his reputation from the media savagery. Ben, well, not so much. Virtually no coverage whatsoever.

And we will not even go into the cases of men like Ray Lewis, who were targeted by a DA simply because of their statuses. And the fact that they also happened to be black athletes.

We have come a long way in this country in racial matters. But we are not there yet. All men ARE created equal. The law inches closer to realizing that, but I am convinced that the media does.

First things first. I am not a Lady Gaga fan. Her music is awful and her histrionics and drama are too much for my taste. Then again, maybe I am just a middle-aged dad.

Lady Gaga caught my attention this week when she said she is now celibate and encouraging her young fans to embrace that as well. Surprising words, to say the least, from a performer whose music basically is about, well, sex... and lots of it. Is she sincere? I have no idea.

Nevertheless, let's give her a small bit of credit for actually broaching a subject that Hollywood rarely does. Sex as something that might actually have meaning rather than merely as recreation or commerce.

Maybe, just maybe, sex is intended to be an expression of love by a couple given over to each other in marriage. Perhaps chastity and celibacy can be healthy expressions of a life well-lived with self-control, purpose, and joy. People of faith have known this for centuries. Hollywood might figure it out, eventually. But I am not holding my breath. In the meantime, here's to Lady Gaga for bringing up the subject in the first place. In doing so, she gave parents a great opportunity to use her remarks as a teaching moment and a springboard for conversation with kids.

Like all graduates of Lakeland (FL) High School, I am a Dreadnaught. We surely are the only school in America with that odd, but powerful, mascot. The experience of two current Dreadnaughts this week illustrates that America's understanding of sexual conduct involving minors has swung from one end of a pendulum to another. From a 1970's laissez-faire Polanski approach to a fully repressed Victorian renaissance in the 2000's. As a result, in our effort to protect children, we are not only targeting predators, we are targeting almost anyone.

The two Dreadnaughts made news when they participated in an activity known to every high schooler since Socrates. Eric Arce and Kyle Wohlfarth-Simmons, two seniors at Lakeland High, went on a double-date with two girls. The girls' parents knew of the date and gave their permission. Later in the evening, the four students went “parking” in a rural area of orange groves to, uh, enjoy one another's company. All parties agree that a good time was had by all. Until the police arrived.

Upon shining a spotlight into the vehicle, a sheriff's deputy discovered the four in various states of nudity. And the two young men were placed under arrest. Their dates were freshmen or sophomores. One girl was 15 years old, the other 14. Fellow high school students. And minors under Florida state law where the age of consent is 16.

Both young men now face second degree felony charges of lewd battery for sexual contact with someone under the age of 18. Arce also was charged with felony lewd molestation. If convicted, both men could face incarceration for as many as fifteen years. Of course, they will also be registered, likely for life, as sex offenders. Because of the girls' ages, their consent cannot be used as a defense by the young men. In other words, because of their participation in the American tradition of “parking,” two high school seniors now may be planning for prison rather than for college or careers.

Contrast the Dreadnaughts of 2010 with the case of Roman Polanski in 1977. Then 43, Polanski plied a 13-year old girl with champagne and quaaludes, forced himself upon her in various anatomical fashions, and then pled guilty to unlawful sexual intercourse. Without rehearsing the details of the case, suffice it to say that the punishment for such behavior in California was expected to be a sentence of 90 days. Polanski found even that sentence to be extreme and fled the country to avoid serving more time. Now that he is back in custody in Switzerland, this week will mark the 200th day of his “captivity” as he awaits extradition to America some 33 years after the crime.

What does Polanski have to do with the case of two Dreadnaughts? A lot for illustrative purposes. In 1977, a middle-aged man could forcibly rape a 13-year old girl and face barely a slap on the wrist. In 2010, two high school seniors face years in prison and a lifetime wearing the scarlet letter of the sex offender for heavy petting in a parked car with willing participants whose parents knew they were out on a date with seniors. A lifetime of taint for one evening of common high school behavior.

We have come a long way, baby. And one has to ask how, why, and whether we might have come too far. Perhaps we have allowed the pendulum of our defense of children to have swung too far. In some cases, we are targeting the wrong people.


In “How Pedophilia Lost Its Cool,” Mary Eberstadt has ably demonstrated one of the few unintended positive by-products of the Catholic molestation scandal. Revulsion from both conservatives and liberals at the sexual misbehavior of priests has provoked serious response in many ways. First, schools, churches, and youth organizations all take far more seriously now their sacred trust to care for the well-being of children. Second, in contrast to Europe, whose attitudes toward adult-child sex can best be described as indifferent, Americans of all categories have rallied around the cause of the young and the innocent in a remarkable way. Finally, over the past decade or so, legislators have passed stringent laws regarding sexual crimes and activity, particularly in the area of sexual activity with minors.

In some cases, one must ask if the legislators have not acted too swiftly, too broadly, and too severely without carefully considering some of the nuances of their sweeping new laws. Some of these laws have been written in the heat of the moment and their lack of accounting for some of the details reveals legislators blinded by emotion in reaction to our previous existence where we were too lax about sexual activity with minors. In some states, draconian residency requirements have driven sexual offenders underground for lack of ability to find a legal place to live. Studies demonstrate that a stable home is one of the greatest aids in preventing recidivism, but severe laws have unintentionally made a stable home nearly impossible for sexual offenders of all kinds.

In other cases, hasty attempts by many state legislatures to go back and add “Romeo and Juliet” provisions to sexual offender laws to recognize that adolescents will be adolescents reveal that law-makers may have acted before having thoroughly thought through the ramifications of their new laws. Often, many of these laws have been written and enacted more out of political chest-thumping about being tough on sex criminals than out of careful moral and legal reasoning. More rabid hysteria than thoughtful law-making.

To be sure, with very few exceptions (outside Hollywood), nearly all Americans agree that a more rigorous protection of children is healthy and good. Almost all Americans support the strong prosecution of violent sex offenders and heinous molesters.

The problem arises when the laws have been written with such broad strokes that they lump all sex offenders into the category of the heinous and the violent. A serial pedophile is very different from a high school student parked in a car with his girlfriend with the full knowledge of her parents. The former can be described as statistically unusual while the latter can be described as commonplace.

In every American generation, parents have discussed and debated the merits of allowing seniors to date freshmen or sophomores. Some parents see no problem; others impose limits on the age differential in dating their child. In every generation, mothers and fathers have sat with their teenage children to impart wisdom on boundaries, good behavior, and morals.

Now those same conversations must include coaching on the legal statutes of the home state. “Son, be careful on your date tonight with your fellow high school student. If you hold hands, you should be in good shape. But if you touch here or kiss there, our next conversation may be held in the county jail.” Parental coaching conversations have risen to the level of providing legal counsel. A new era for high school dating to say the least.


This most recent case in Lakeland illustrates the point. With the charges facing Arce and Wohlfarth-Simmons, it is clear that, in our well-intentioned effort to protect children, we have not taken enough care to consider that sexual activity occurs in a variety of circumstances. Some of those circumstances may be wrong but are certainly not criminal. The pendulum has swung too far.

Recently, my wife shared in a group how marvelous it is to be Easter people. Christians, after all, are Easter people. People of hope. People of the empty tomb. People of the resurrection.

What surprised me was the reaction of one man in the group who scowled at her and harumphed. "Easter people? Hmph...What does that mean?" His voice reeked of mocking derision. The irony? It was a group of Christians and he was the leader of that group.

So, after a marvelous Easter weekend (I hope yours was too), I remind you of marvelous words from John Paul II.

Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Without Easter, there is no faith. With Easter, there is triumph and joy even in the face of death and our own failings. Happy Easter!

I have been reflecting on a powerful Good Friday service ever since I walked out the door of church. And that was 5 days ago now.

As I noodle the significance of last weekend with Good Friday and Easter Sunday, I invite you to chew with me on the words of T.S. Eliot.

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood -
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

More great emails. I share these ones that make me think and really pause to noodle through what listeners are saying.

Check this one out from J, a listener. Long, but worth the read!


Re Aging, Fatigue, and Sex

When your show on this topic came on recently, I started listening to it with avid curiosity on my way back from the grocery store. Unfortunately, soon after the show got going—before any callers had called-- I had arrived home, turned off the ignition, and missed most of your show. It was an interesting topic, though, and in the days afterwards I wondered whether an aspect I’d been thinking about relating to it had been discussed that night, or not. The aspect to which I am referring is the one concerning women’s interest in sex as they get older. I was really interested in seeing where a discussion about that would go.

I went to your website today and found that none of the callers went into that, although before callers got on the air with you, you had quickly tossed out the idea-- just to consider as a possibility-- that the phenomenon of women not being as interested in sex (as men were) as they got older was perhaps part of an over-all pattern of women not being as interested in sex as men are throughout life.

There is something to that, I think.

The relevance of women’s hormones to women’s interest in sex was not brought up, though—and it merits discussion. These are my thoughts on it, ones that I shouldn’t share with a radio audience, for a number of reasons, prominent among them the fact that it would be unfair to the show.



I’m about 60, and my wife has gone through menopause. Something I began to think about at some point in the current, post-menopausal era of our married life, was, “Do women have any interest in sex at all when they get older (without hormone therapy)? “


Why is this possibility not widely discussed? Because it is too dispiriting to be entertained by a culture whose loftiest ideals are sex, youth, and physical attractiveness? Doesn’t sell ads? Has no merit? Not fun?

Whatever it may be, my interest in the question of sex, age, and hormones became a practical one on a Sunday a few years ago, when my wife and I were on the way home from church. Alluding to something in the sermon, she confessed that she hated having sex. The sermon’s message had had to do with men, women, sex, and marriage. Her sudden admission that she hated having sex was scary to me. God bless church, I was thinking.

But in the aftermath of her telling me that sex was abhorrent to her, I began to remember that she had mentioned on at least one occasion in the last couple of years that she made sure she had sex with me as part of her “wifely duty.” (Our problems, you can figure out, include the fact I’m kind of insensitive and selfish.) It was something we needed to talk about, I admitted. As we discussed it, she maintained that her hatred of having sex was largely my fault-- because of my lustful inclinations and sexual activity during trying times of our marriage in days gone by-- she’d simply developed an emotional block, due to my horrid thoughtlessness, insensitivity, and selfish behavior. I didn’t dispute I’d been a bad mess. But I pointed out that even after those times, we’d still had a lot of lively sex which she had enjoyed. She didn’t deny it. (Also, I’d her say, when a possibly of a “Viagra” drug for women had come up, that she wished there were such a thing for her to take. I think she wanted to still like sex.)



Although I was remorseful & repentant regarding the thoughtless behavior of mine to which she alluded, I was certain she was mistaken that this was the cause of her loss of interest in sex. Based on the evidence below, I came to believe that it’s normal for a woman’s sex drive (without hormone “therapy”) to give out as a result of menopause. Here’s a number of separate incidents and experiences, that, over time, convinced me:



1. My first boss, in my job that became my lifelong career, was in his late fifties when I was thirty-two or so. His wife (I now understand) was going through menopause or had gone through it. My wife and I were both young and loved sex, and lots of it. We sometimes compared notes.

This boss wasn’t satisfied, from what he told me, with sexual relations in his marriage. He recounted to me several times, in the couple of years we worked together, that a study had found that if you had a jar and you were filling it up with beans, and you placed a bean in it every time that you and your wife had sex, from the time you first had to the last time in your life, the jar would be ¾ full by the end of the 1st year, and would never reach the top the rest of your life together. Something to that effect. (I just searched online and found another version of this-- one that’s not as striking as the one my boss related.)

Hearing this (about the beans & the jar), I thought, “How strange.” His wife, it was clear to me, was a very attractive woman; so cute that you wouldn’t even think of her being in her 50’s. Surely, the beans were still rising in their jar. They ought to be having a pretty great sex life. Were they? I asked him one day (mentioning, as a lead up, his wife’s admirable looks.)

“Her?” he replied, chuckling. “She’s cold as a fish.”

“Wow,” I thought. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it-- an attractive woman, and . . . ‘cold as a fish’? It didn’t add up, to me; and I tried to put it out of my mind.

2. I never understood my boss’s comment about coldness and fish until around the time of that church message that my wife and I had discussed in the car, when she told me she hated sex. (Although the thing about the beans and the jar was coming true.) Was she cold as a fish? I started considering the relevant facts. Odd, now I thought about it-- it was true that whenever we had sex, it ended up that I’d be as interested as ever-- while she’d be, more and more—you might say . . perhaps, I couldn’t be sure-- stifling a yawn? In any event, there was no denying that if the TV was on in the bedroom, and we were in the bed, she’d be following whatever was happening onscreen with infinitely more interest than what was going on in the bed.

3. Shortly after the church sermon and discussion on the way home in the car, I went out to dinner with my older sister. She’s beautiful, I would say; she’d been indisputably crazy about sex in her youth. I presumed that she had not lost interest as the decades had gone by though we hadn’t discussed it ever. As we were waiting for out order to come, I told her about my concerns about my wife’s dwindling interest in sex in our marriage. I related what my wife had said about hating sex, and the part I played in it, according to her. “She’s not interested.” my sister said. “Women completely lose interest in sex. Don’t take it personally.” I expressed my astonishment.

“We lose interest,” she went on. “That is why Viagara is such a bad joke. Men pop it in order to be able to keep on having sex with their wives-- who no longer could care less about sex.” Could it be true?

Well, after that night with my sister at dinner, I thought it might behoove me to read up, learn more about menopause and women’s sexual enthusiasm as they get older. I hoped to enlighten myself and perhaps even find information to help us to get our sex life back on track. As I began to look into the matter, there was much that I read on the internet, or in popular magazines, or heard on TV shows, that seemed very encouraging. There were so many ways, it seemed, that women could—with a little persistence and hard work-- make sex go on being a significant ingredient of a couple’s happiness well into their 70’s- maybe even 80’s. And 90’s was coming up fast just around the corner.

But-- one thing presupposed in any scenario I read about was hormone therapy.

Here, though, I realized, was a snag. My wife was adamant that she wasn’t going to be a sucker like her sisters and a lot of other women she knew and take hormones. It was dangerous, she said, and not worth the health risks. I didn’t know much about it, but wondered if she was right, and began reading about hormone therapy. The more I read and thought about hormone therapy, the more I felt my wife was right about not doing it. With a possible (however small) cancer risk with hormone “therapy,” there was no way a woman could justify it, I decided. Because no matter how important sex may be to a person, it doesn’t outweigh being alive. Thus, I agreed with my wife. And I began to wonder about the possible right-thinking of our great-grandparents, and pre-Freudian, pre-Kinsey, pre-Playboy, pre nudity-on-cable-TV, forefathers. Might they have exhibited a common sense greater than any we current people could muster, when they resorted in their later years, to sleeping in separate beds?

5. Something that helped confirm the conclusions I was forming with regard to sex, hormones and women’s aging was the book The Change, by Germaine Greer. I found Greer’s dim view of women’s lives during their hormonal years and her rhapsodic praise of women’s post-menopausal years sans hormones, to be heart-warming, convincing, and logical. Especially in her belief that with finally being liberated from the effects of hormones after menopause, women in life’s last stage are able experience a joy above anything promised by couples’ sex-therapy manuals, Cosmo magazine, or even, as she puts it, the happiness experienced by their husbands during sex with them (their wives) in their days as a younger couple. Though many people apparently found Greer strident, eccentric, and a pain, her views made more sense to me than any others I’d encountered on the subject. I found her insight inspiring.



6. At last, I wondered: Could the Catholic Church be onto something? As the evangelical churches have in the last few years been insisting more and more on the paramount, overriding, must-be-met importance of women fulfilling their men’s insatiable need for sex (basing itself possibly, on St. Paul’s absurd advice to get married if you’d otherwise be burning with lust) in marriage, the Catechism of the Catholic Church implied, from what I could make of it, that sex without the risk of having babies wasn’t really sex anyway-- and, consequently, hardly worth the energy expended in its behalf.



Is the above just one old duffer’s sour grapes theory of aging and sex-life? If women’s sexual enjoyment comes down to just a matter of hormones, then, one might wonder, why is it that the internet, the doctors on morning TV shows, marital-improvement books, women’s self-enhancement magazines in the checkout line at Wal-Mart, all talk and talk and talk about how women can continue to have a volcanic sex life forever and ever and ever? Why don’t they end the charade, and admit that after menopause women lose interest in sex? Kind of hard to figure.

We like us some anger, huh? Every survey shows anger at a fever pitch in America right now. You may be mad at President Obama, the health care "debate," high unemployment and economic vulnerability, the fatigue of two wars, our slow cultural rot in the area of values, or any number of areas. I hear them on the show all the time. The Allen Hunt Anger Meter (AHAM) measured at a record high on the show last Friday night.

Anger will kill you. Hear me. Going through life angry and agitated is a recipe for bad health and a short, miserable life. And anger usually leads to things that hurt other people. So stop being angry, dang it! HA

My holy week gift to you: a PEJO four step plan to anger management.
1) Pray. Cultivating your personal relationship with God will help you remember Who is in control and who is not. Perspective cures anger.
2) Exercise. Regular physical exertion will give you space to process through your feelings in a healthy way.
3) Journal. Write down your feelings each morning or evening in a private journal. Expressing those feelings releases some steam out of the valves.
4) Own your anger and develop a plan for handling it. Recognize unhealthy feelings and obsessions. Get help if you cannot manage your emotions.

Happy non-angry Holy Week!

Sometimes I get emails that reshape my week. When I do, I like to share. Lots of good ones this week, so I will share as the week unfolds.

Here is an email from T, a listener.

T here; I'm an occasional listener of yours (I'd listen more, but my work hours are goofy.) I happened to catch your abortion topic tonight and seriously considered calling, but thought I'd be able to articulate my thoughts much more clearly in an email.

I was pregnant at 17, and certainly not on purpose. I was very nearly finished with making a decision to go into the military and pursue college. I had huge dreams and suddenly, it felt like life was over. I knew something was up when I had missed 3 periods, and I begged God daily please, please, please don't let me be pregnant. After missing my 3rd period, I knew something had to be done. I thought about running secretly off with my bf to an abortion clinic, and that way, no-one would ever find out what a huge failure I was. I was a good girl. I wasn't supposed to be another statistic to my family. But yet, there I was....knocked up at 17.

Because of an intense fear of doctors, I chickened out and broke down and told my mom, who I always thought would kill me. She had quite the opposite reaction....it was very loving and supportive...and very much against an abortion. We talked with my aunts and grandparents under one roof that week, and all of them said please do not abort the baby. 10 years later, my little boy is THE light of my life. He is my best friend, and I am getting teary eyed as I write this. I cannot imagine life without him. And when I look at him I think, "that's the person I would've been getting rid of." My tender-hearted, funny, very well-mannered little boy. And it absolutely kills me. I can't imagine what women go through after actually going through with an abortion. I didn't....and it still rips me apart that I even considered it. My solace is that I was a scared teenager.....who very nearly made a terrible mistake. My advice to other girls is this: don't do it. You don't realize that your baby is the best "mistake" you will ever make.

And even though I am indeed poor, God has ALWAYS found someway for me to provide for the little boy that I never thought I could afford. A child is not a burden, it is a blessing. And I sir, am so very blessed....not with money, but with the love that comes from my son. That to me is worth more than all the money in the world.

Barack Obama is not a Muslim. Can we all please just accept that fact? Perpetuating lies about anyone, especially a national figure, simply creates hysteria and does no one a good service, especially America.

Telling the truth and disagreeing vigorously about policies seem like simple enough strategies, don't they? Yet, nearly one-third of Americans persist in believing this untruth about Obama's faith.

For the past few years, Pew surveys have shown that 12% of Americans believed Obama was a Muslim. For some reason, according to a recent Harris poll, that number has now skyrocketed to about 33% of Americans. What is driving this obsession with misidentifying our president's faith life?

Perhaps the persistence of the rumor, and its recent expansion in numbers of adherents, has something to do with the divisive first year of Obama's administration. Many Americans simply do not like President Obama at all. The reasons are many. His obsession with health care while neglecting economic leadership. A distaste for American business leadership and financial markets. An unwillingness to call terrorism what it is. Hand-wringing in the face of Afghanistan decisions. Perhaps there are just a lot of Americans who do not like President Obama, and this faith falsehood allows them to vent that dislike. Labeling Obama a Muslim feels viscerally good to many a voter. After all, many in the Muslim world would seek to destroy America.

However, disliking President Obama, or disagreeing with his philosophies or leadership, does not make lie-fabrication acceptable. Calling him ineffective or misguided is one thing; misrepresenting the facts is another thing altogether.

Perhaps the rumor finds life in the sporadic, shallow faith life that President Obama seems to exhibit. His church attendance equates to that of an A&P Catholic, “ashes and palms,” with his family actually attending worship at a church only about once each quarter in this past year. His prayer life, as he has remarked, consists largely of a daily devotional he receives on his Blackberry from Josh DuBois, who leads the newly-reorganized and directionless Faith-Based Initiatives Office. And the president's giving record is less than stellar, as evidenced by his average annual giving of less than 1% of his income to charitable causes in the five years leading up to his run for the nation's highest office. Once he was in the national spotlight, he stepped up his giving to a higher level, but still one well below that of previous presidents. Given that President Obama does not exhibit the regular habits of Christian believers, many seem to leap illogically to the conclusion that he therefore must be Muslim.

For some, President Obama's faith obviously is a question mark. In the void of good information, the Muslim rumor slips in to fill the absence of sound data. Again, questioning or scrutinizing the depth of his Christian faith is one thing; but being a mediocre Christian is not the same thing as being a Muslim.

Perhaps the growth in number of those who would label Obama a Muslim originates simply from the sound of his name. The man's name sounds Muslim; therefore, he must be one. For those who like to embrace this falsehood, a simple review of the five pillars of the Muslim faith will quickly reveal that the same anemic traits that Obama exhibits in his Christian faith practice would also call into question his place in Islam as well.

Five pillars undergird the Islamic faith. First, a believer will make the basic faith profession, “There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his messenger.” We have no way of knowing whether Obama has ever made that profession. Second, a Muslim believer is expected to give alms to help those in need, with a normal goal of giving away at least 2.5% of one's income. Obama has consistently failed to meet that test until recently. Third, a devout Muslim is expected to stop and pray toward Mecca five times a day at regularly scheduled intervals. Unless that prayer can somehow be done on a Blackberry, President Obama fails to evidence that basic faith tenet. Fourth, a Muslim should make fasting a regular part of his life, particularly during the month of Ramadan. Evidence shows that Obama did not participate in that ritual practice in any recent year. Finally, a Muslim is expected to make at least one hajj, or pilgrimage to Mecca, in his lifetime. Like the first pillar, we have no way of knowing whether President Obama has ever fulfilled such a goal.

In other words, the evidence for Barack Obama's alleged Muslim faith comes up lacking. To call him a Muslim may not be so much an insult to him as it is to practicing Muslims. Although there is immense distaste for his policies and world-view, the man is not a Muslim. And mindless name-calling does not advance any argument.

It is far better to recognize what President Obama is rather than spew forth falsehoods to impugn his character. What President Obama is is Ted Kennedy without the alcohol and the womanizing. A classic American liberal. A politician with great confidence in the ability of government to solve problems. An American who believes business cannot be trusted but government can be. And an American whose Christian faith is inchoate, if not malformed.

Telling the truth about President Obama matters because truth-telling reveals character. Failing to tell the truth, or to perpetuate rumors, says more about those who oppose him than it does about Mr. Obama himself. Fabrications and innuendo serve no one well. Especially free discourse in America.

So many of you have asked for it, and now here it is. I promised you would be the first to know, and I am keeping my promise right now.

My new book, Confessions of a Mega-Church Pastor: How I Discovered the Hidden Treasures of the Catholic Church, has arrived and will be available in bookstores beginning on May 15 just in time for Mother's Day (somehow there must be some kind of connection!).

Because you get first notice about anything regarding our show, I want you to have the first chance to obtain the book. So, we have arranged with the publisher to have some copies ready for Allen Hunt Show listeners and friends who pre-order the book at a discounted price of $20 (retail = $24.95). These special copies will be available to ship directly to you beginning in the last week of April. Thus, you can have a copy (or more if you like) two weeks before it hits the general public. Just click here to learn more.

Thank you for listening to the show, for telling your friends, and for walking alongside me in the journey of faith. You are the BEST!