I have known God my entire life. I knew, from my earliest memories, that God created the world, that there was no other God like him; he is the one true God worthy of my praise and worship. However, as much as I knew God, I didn’t truly know who Jesus was until I attended Willow Creek Community Church. My Baptist pastor of my formative years spoke over my head most of the time and I found myself unable to articulate who Jesus was and what he had done for me. Until I sat under

A song has been playing in my head lately, a Christian song from the 1960s. I think we sang it in church…but only on Sunday nights. At my childhood Baptist church there were songs only sung on Sunday morning such as “To God be the Glory,” “Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty,” and “Blessed Assurance.” And then songs sung only on Sunday nights. “Standing on the Promises,” “Sing Them Over Again to Me,” and the one that’s been with me lately, “Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled m

As I have written in earlier Monday Thoughts, I am unapologetically a patriot. Which includes this time of year. When I get to vote. I know this thrill of voting for the leaders of my city, state and country comes from my dad - may his memory be a blessing. He reminded me on more than one occasion that this is what he fought for in WW2 - freedom. Including the freedom to vote. A vote that he never once, in his entire life, told anyone for whom he voted. So, yes, this time of