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There is a chapter in the Bible most men skim right past, and it is mostly a list of dead men. Genesis 5. Name after name, and the same three words at the end of every single one. Adam lived nine hundred and thirty years, and he died. Seth, nine hundred and twelve years, and he died. Enosh. Kenan. Mahalalel. Jared. Every one of them, and he died. Methuselah made it to nine hundred and sixty-nine. Longer than any man who has ever lived. And he died. That is the drumbeat of the whole chapter. It does not matter how many years a man got. The sentence ends the same way every time. Except once. Seventh name down, the pattern breaks. Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him. No and he died. The one man in that chapter who does not get the sentence. And here is what I never noticed until somebody pointed it out to me. Every other man in that list is measured by two things. How long he lived and how many sons he had. That is the entire record of him. Enoch is measured by a relationship. The text says it twice. Once at the start of his entry and once at the end. He walked with God. That is what the man was. Read that again, because the whole weight of it sits on one word. Walked. Not believed. Not attended. Not knew about. Walked. The way you walk with a man beside you, over and over, on ordinary days, for a long time. And there are two more things in those four verses I have not been able to put down. The first is that Enoch was sixty-five years old when it started. The text is specific about it. Sixty-five years of a life no different from anyone else's around him. And then he began walking with God, and he kept at it for three hundred years. The second is how long he lived. Not nine hundred like the rest of them. Three hundred and sixty-five years. The shortest life in that chapter belonged to the one man in it who never saw death. That found me at sixty-eight years old. Because I grew up in church. I was baptized. I taught a class for eleven years. I have been in the same pew, three rows from the back, since 1979. But if you wrote my entry the way Genesis 5 writes them, it would be all years and children. Born, lived, raised a family, and he died. There would be nothing in it about walking. I knew everything about God. I had never once known Him. So let me ask you what that chapter asked me. When was the last time you actually spent time with God. Just you and Him. On a regular day. Not in a building. Not because it was expected. If you have to think hard about that answer, you are not alone. I could not answer it either. Two years ago I sat at a funeral for a man I had sat beside in church for thirty-one years. The pastor said he knew the Lord. And the thing was, you could tell it was true. His sons got up and said the same thing in their own words, and none of it sounded rehearsed. I sat there in that pew and did the arithmetic no man wants to do. I thought about what my own boys would say. And I knew they would say I never missed a Sunday. That is a fine thing for a man to say about his father. It is just not the same thing. I drove home from that funeral and could not shake it. Because I had tried before. More times than I want to admit. Devotionals. Reading plans. Study journals. My daughter even put a Bible app on my phone and showed me how to work it. And every time it ended the exact same way. I would start strong, certain this time was different. Then a day would get away from me. I would miss one morning. Then I would try to catch up on everything I missed, and it would pile up, and I would quit. And every time I quit I felt further from God than when I started. The guilt never pulled me closer to Him. It pushed me away. That night I sat at my kitchen table for a long time. At sixty-eight you stop telling yourself there is always next year. You start counting what is actually left. And I did not need a five-year plan. I needed something simple enough that I would actually do it. Every day. No matter how tired or how the day went. Not something that demanded an hour. Not something that made me feel like a failure the moment I missed a day. Not something that assumed I already had more discipline and more Bible knowledge than I actually did. Something built for a man exactly like me. I opened my laptop right there at the table and started reading reviews. Looking at what other men had tried. What had actually worked for them. That is when I found it. The One Minute with God for Men devotional. I almost scrolled right past it. Sixty seconds a day sounded too simple. Too small. How was one minute supposed to build the walk with God I had been missing for forty years. But I was out of options. Everything else had failed me. And one minute was the only promise I actually trusted myself to keep. So I ordered it. It came a few days later. The next morning I sat down with it before my wife was up, coffee still hot. I opened it to the first day. There was a theme across the top of the page. Not some soft feel-good line. A real thing men actually carry, and it happened to be the exact thing I had been wrestling with that week. Then the Scripture, written right there on the page so I was not flipping around hunting for it. Then a short reading that told me plainly what to do with it. God's Response. God's Promise. And a small challenge to carry into the day. Then a prayer I could pray right there in the moment. I closed the book. Sixty seconds had passed. That was the whole thing. The next morning I did it again. Same minute. Different theme. Different Scripture. Different prayer. I keep it on the kitchen table next to my chair, because the honest truth is that seeing it is what makes me do it. No app to open. Nothing to catch up on. Miss a day and you just pick it up the next morning. By the end of the first week something had shifted. For the first time I could say I had walked with God that week. Not heard about Him on a Sunday. Walked with Him. Every morning. One minute at a time. By the end of the first month my wife noticed before I said a word. Forty-four years married, and she looked at me one morning and said something is different about you lately. The way you talk. The way you handle things. I knew exactly what it was. Then in the spring my grandson asked me what I was reading. I told him. He asked what it said that morning, and for the first time in my life I could tell a boy what God had said to me that day, not what a pastor said last Sunday. And that is when Genesis 5 stopped being a chapter about dying. Because Enoch did not start at twenty. He started at sixty-five, in the back half of a life that had already looked like everybody else's. The chapter is not telling you that you are too late. It is telling you what the difference was. He walked. Every other man in that list had more years than him. Not one of them had what he had. And what he had was not a bigger faith or a better memory for Scripture. It was three hundred years of ordinary days with God. That is all a walk has ever been. Not a mountaintop. Just showing up, over and over, until you know how He moves. You cannot walk with someone you never spend time with. You would never call a man your closest friend if you only heard about him from other people once a week. You would never say you truly know your wife if you only spoke to her on Sundays. But that is exactly what I had been doing with God for forty years. This little book is what finally changed it. Simple enough that I keep showing up. And it quietly changes how I walk through the rest of the day. So let me ask you what Genesis 5 asked me. If somebody wrote your entry today, what would be in it. Your years. Your children. And he died. Or would there be a line in there about walking. If you have been in church your whole life and you already know the answer, I understand. That was me. You do not have to stay there. Neither did Enoch, and he was sixty-five when he started. Sixty seconds a day. One minute at a time. It is enough to finally know Him. Last I checked they kept running low on these, so if you have been meaning to start, do not sit on it like I almost did. I'll put the link down below. https://byrelm.com/products/one-minute-with-god-365-devotions