Warner has one hand on the steering wheel and the other buried in a carton of french fries when the conversation turns to how he’s perceived. He knows what some people think — that he’s a do-no-wrong perfectionist who doesn’t curse, doesn’t drink and lives this straight-laced, holier-than-thou life.

And in a way, he understands. That’s what happens when you talk about Jesus, mention God or explain your selfless ways by professing your faith.