In a way, Robert Mueller had come to accept the dialectical premise of Donald Trump—that Trump is Trump. It was circular reasoning to hold the president's essential character against him. Put another way, confronted by Donald Trump, Bob Mueller threw up his hands. Surprisingly, he found himself in agreement with the greater White House: Donald Trump was the president, and, for better or for worse, what you saw was what you got—and what the country voted for.

The conundrum was that conservative media saw Trump as its creature, while Trump saw himself as a star, a vaunted and valued product of all media, one climbing ever higher. It was a cult of personality, and he was the personality. He was the most famous man in the world. Everybody loved him—or ought to.

There were too many members of the House. He couldn't remember their names. He launched into dramatic eye-rolling when told where they were from. "Flyovers," he said. "Men's shop salesmen.

Trump, in a smart move, picked up his media reputation and relocated it from a hypercritical New York to a more value-free Hollywood, becoming the star of his own reality show, The Apprentice, and embracing a theory that would serve him well during his presidential campaign: in flyover country, there is no greater asset than celebrity. To be famous is to be loved—or at least fawned over.

Among Trump's first moves as president was to have a series of inspirational photographs in the West Wing replaced with images of big crowd scenes at his inaugural ceremony.

Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.

How wrong are those simpletons, of whom the world is full, who look more at... color than at the figures which show spirit and movement.

I really like the heart of Mary of Bethany. She was not an apostle. She was never famous, never wrote a book, never did a conference and never said much. Her passionate love was in secret—she just loved the Lord ferociously in secret.

He also sees the good qualities in your life and the willingness in your spirit—even more than you can see them yourself. We try to obey God but stumble outwardly. By doing this, we mirror what Samuel did when he was anointing David; we look at the outward appearance. When we stumble, we feel as if we are total hypocrites, and then we want to quit. God sees us fall, but He also sees the cry in our hearts to obey Him and succeed. Many times this truth has given me the courage to go on.

I want to say with the utmost of sincerity, not as a Republican, but as an American, that I have great respect for Senator Obama's historic achievement to become his party's nominee, not because of his color, but with indifference to it.

It will be like having an extreme close-up in high definition to examine each freckle, while failing to notice whether the person is even wearing pants.

We are all God's people. We are prejudiced and we separate into Jews, Mexicans, Italians, but God doesn't see colors.