I was brought to an understanding of the meaning of who Jesus is and what my relationship with him is about 65-years ago in a Congregational Church in Pacoima, California. The church had escaped harm from a plane that crashed into a public school it abutted. Our minister taught me that rather than look for large, mostly symbolic miracles to motivate my faith, I should look inside my heart. If Jesus was there he would guide me. Jesus has never guided me to be like Trump, to like Trump or to confuse anything he stands for or does as divinely inspired. My belief is that the things you do outweigh the things you say you believe in. Mostly, I keep my religion to myself. But my heart felt it was right to say something. So I did.