Texas' recent inclement weather brought to remembrance a couple of conversations I had a few years ago. Presuming it his place to condemn me, a fellow Christian (as he defined himself), whom I had never met, accosted me on a train citing Psalm 50:20 You sit and testify against your brother and slander your own mother’s son. Instead of arguing my case before the stranger, I simply asked: "Were you there?" As he continued to challenge me regarding MY TESTIMONY, I proposed the following question: "So you mean to tell me that the God who forgives your sins, washes you white as snow, and perhaps even favors you, despite your guilt, can't rescue me from my tormentors (including those He initially set against me), vindicate me in my...