I once had dinner with a Texas judge who asked me if I knew where Jesus lived. When I answered no, he replied “he lives at Huntsville Prison because all my prisoners tell me they find him there.”
Today, Michael Vick became the latest to find Jesus in the post-plea stage of his life. He appears to have shown “bad judgment” in carrying on the medieval form of entertainment known as dog fighting — simply a matter of “growing up.” I have four kids under nine and, without growing up, they would be physically ill to watch what Vick enjoyed as entertainment.
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