What if God isn’t impressed with Honk if You Love Jesus bumper stickers, or Christian T-Shirts, or necklaces with big shiny crosses, or the latest Bible app, or rolled up pantlegs—pointy shoes—and slicked back hair-do's? What if He’s impressed with red kettles, free hugs, and Pumas? Yes, I said “Pumas.” We have this neighbor named Billy, and for ten years now, he’s knocked on our door for money (not a lot of money—just enough to get a cup of coffee at the Waffle House). By st

There’s a guy across the way. I sip my coffee with quiet poise, and watch him. He has his phone in his hand, his heads down, and his fingers surf the keys. Is he texting, scrolling, tasking, emailing? I’m not sure. He looks up, and I glance away. I take mental inventory: He’s sexy. Tall. Handsome. Expressive big eyes. Gorgeous full lips. Beautiful smile. Kind looking. The man whispers something to me. I turn my head and incline my ear. “I love you, best friend. You’re the bes