But I believe there is a decay that is eroding America, and as a result, God begins to disappear from our society.

At their core, when things really matter, people see a need to turn to God for strength and protection.

The flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away.

My personality is that I'm a human being like everybody else, just a citizen and a blue collar guy.

Some people may believe that their conscience is enough to guide them not to lie, be deceitful or do the other things God has commanded us not to do. I disagree.

I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.

It bothers me to know there is the possibility that I as a Christian would be not only an underdog, but that I would be trodden upon if I claimed that I was a Christian.

The traditions of a nation are very important and the anthem written by Francis Scott Key in the early days of our nation should always be revered.

When our forefathers put down roots in desolate places, the thing that allowed them to survive was that they had a faith to see them through the tough times.

But if we get to the point where more people do not believe in a God than who do believe in God, we will have a hollow legal system - we will have something without heart.

Singing still brings me tremendous joy, the reception you get and you never know what people are going to share with you after the event.

Certain abilities in you sometimes yearn to be expressed

Sunflowers for Sarita is a fast-paced, high caliber romantic suspense. I couldn't stop reading!

Be a crazy beloved to find your crazy lover.

The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a Pirate.

Words are how we think; stories are how we link.

I grew up in music theater playing to the audience - singing and dancing and showing off. That's really my background. But the camera's different. I think I'm more at home on stage.

An economist's definition of hatred is the willingness to pay a price to inflict harm on others.

Yes, I remember the barbed wire and the guard towers and the machine guns, but they became part of my normal landscape. What would be abnormal in normal times became my normality in camp.

In the end, love wins. It does win. We know it wins. When a person dies, love isn’t turned off like a faucet. It is an amazingly resilient part of us.

The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.