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There is one thing I heard John MacArthur say about Matthew 7 that I have not been able to put down since. I almost scrolled right past the clip. I am so glad I didn't. And if you are a man who has been in church a long time, I need you to hear it before you keep scrolling too. MacArthur spent more than five decades preaching the Bible. One of the most serious and respected Bible teachers of his generation, with sermons that reached millions of men around the world. And he was preaching on what might be the most terrifying warning Jesus ever gave. Matthew 7. The passage where Jesus says many people will stand in front of Him on the last day, certain they are saved, and hear the words, "I never knew you." MacArthur wasn't talking about atheists. He wasn't talking about people who hated God. He was talking about church people. And he said something I could not shake. He warned that even our seminaries are full of men with "an academic interest in theology who don't know God at all." It went straight through my chest. Because I knew, sitting there with my phone in my hand, that he could have been describing me. I knew about God. I had built my whole life around knowing about Him. But I am not sure I ever knew Him. Here is the thing nobody can do for you. No one can know God on your behalf. Not your pastor. Not your wife. Not the church you grew up in. You can sit in a pew for forty years and hear about Him every single Sunday, and still never spend one real minute with Him yourself. And that was my problem, and maybe it is yours too. How are you supposed to walk with a God you have only ever known about? That was me for years. I wanted to be a man who could pray over his family with real confidence. The man who knew the God he claimed. But the honest truth is, I only ever met Him secondhand. In someone else's sermon. In someone else's book. In a worship song on the way to work. I tried to fi x it the way everyone says to. Bible reading plans, devotionals, every Christian app on my phone. I would start strong, sure this time would be different. Then I would miss a day and quit. And every time I quit, I felt worse than before I started. The guilt was never about the plan. It was about failing God again. And that guilt pushed me further from Him, not closer. I kept telling myself I just wasn't disciplined enough, or spiritual enough, that I needed more time and more Bible knowledge before I could ever really walk with God. But that is not what the warning was about. Jesus never said the difference was a theology degree or an hour of quiet time. The difference between the people He knows and the people He turns away was never how much they knew about Him. It was whether they knew Him. Whether they walked with Him. And you cannot walk with someone you never spend any time with. I didn't need more guilt. I'd had plenty of that. I needed something simple enough that I would show up for God every single day, no matter how tired or busy or behind I was. That is when I found something that changed everything for me. The One Minute with God for Men devotional. I almost scrolled past it. Sixty seconds a day sounded too simple. Too short. How could one minute build the kind of walk with God I had been missing for years? But everything else had failed. And one minute was the only thing I trusted myself to actually keep. So I ordered it. When it arrived I opened it the next morning, before anyone else in the house was awake. There was a theme across the top of the page. Not some generic feel-good line. A real struggle men carry, and it happened to be the exact thing I was wrestling with that week Then a Scripture that spoke straight to it. Then a short devotion that showed me what to do with it. Then a prayer I could pray right there in the moment. I closed the book. Sixty seconds had passed. That was it. The next morning I did it again. A different theme. A different Scripture. A different prayer. One more minute with Him. And here is what made it different from everything I had quit before. It was simple enough that I kept showing up. One page. One minute. No catching up if I missed a day, and no guilt waiting for me when I came back. But it was also deep enough that it didn't just stay on the page. It came with me. Into the car. Into the hard conversation. Into the moment I used to handle on my own and now handled with Him. Simple enough to keep. Deep enough to carry with you. That combination is the whole difference between a man who knows about God, and a man who walks with Him. Something shifted after that. I stopped reaching for someone else's words when I prayed. I had my own. I wasn't reciting lines I half believed. I was talking to a God I was finally starting to know. By the end of the first month, my wife noticed. She said something is different about you. The way you talk. The way you handle things. I knew exactly what it was. For the first time in years, I was walking with God every single day. Not because someone told me to. Not because it was Sunday and it was expected. Because I wanted to. MacArthur was right. You can have all the trappings. The Bible on the shelf. The right words. The same seat every Sunday. And still not know the God behind any of it. The difference was never how much I knew about Him. It was whether I knew Him. And you cannot know Him without spending real time with Him every single day. So let me ask you the question that went straight through my chest. Does He know you? Not do you know about Him. Does He really know you. Have you walked with Him, even one minute, today? If you have been in church your whole life but you have never truly walked with God, I understand. That was me for years. But you do not have to stay there. This devotional was built to help you finally walk with Him. Sixty seconds a day. One minute at a time. Right now they are running a buy two get one free deal on it. Keep one for yourself, and give the others to the men in your life who have been getting by on knowing about God for far too long. Tap below and start your walk today.