So, the smears are beginning. A call this afternoon from a DC gossip columnist who was called by a Republican finance person alleging I had done something wrong to him five years ago.

All I wanted to do was fight back – to defend myself and preserve my “reputation.” But then I made a quick decision: I called the columnist and said that I apologized and I was wrong. Do I remember the situation? Nope. Does that matter? Probably not. I am called to be reconciled to my brother and that person, whoever he is, is my brother. And so I am sorry. It felt amazingly freeing actually.

Crazy, huh? I keep being reminded that Jesus really did know what he was talking about.