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Corrie ten Boom carried seven words out of a Nazi concentration camp that most Christians repeat today without ever grasping the weight of where they came from. "There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still." Think about what those words mean coming from that woman. She and her family hid hundreds of Jews from the Nazis in the back of their clock shop in Holland. For it, she was arrested and sent to the camps. She spent eighteen months in Nazi prisons and concentration camps. Her father died in custody ten days after his arrest. Her sister died in her arms at Ravensbrück. She herself was released by a clerical error one week before every other woman her age in that camp was put to death. She walked out of the darkest place on earth and wrote The Hiding Place, a book that has sold millions of copies in dozens of languages. She was honored by Israel as Righteous Among the Nations. She was knighted by the Queen of the Netherlands. And at the end of all of it, what carried her was not how much she knew about God. It was that she knew Him. Not knew about Him. Knew Him. Personally. The way you only know someone you have walked through the worst nights of your life beside. Because here is what I came to understand. You can sit in church for forty years. You can quote Scripture from memory, name every book of the Bible in order, and carry a worn, highlighted Bible and a heart full of sincerity. And still not truly know Him. You can know everything about God and still have never spent one quiet minute with Him. That truth wrecked me. Because I had been going to church for over forty years. And I realized I was exactly the kind of Christian who knew all about God and did not know Him at all. I want you to think about something right now. Think about your real relationship with God. Not how many Sundays you have sat in a pew. Not how many sermons you have heard. Not how many verses you can quote off the top of your head. Your real relationship with Him. When was the last time you sat with God one on one. Just you and Him. Because three years ago, that was the exact question I finally brought to my pastor. It was after service on a Sunday. I pulled him aside and confessed something I had never told anyone. That I had been going to church most of my life, but I had no real personal relationship with God. He looked at me and said something I will never forget. "You need to build a habit of showing up for God every single day, especially when it feels like He is not speaking back. That is where a relationship is actually built." I nodded like I had it figured out. But the truth is I had no idea how to even begin building a habit with God. I had tried devotionals before. Bible reading plans. Study journals. Every popular Christian app I could find on my phone. And every single time, it played out the exact same way. I would start strong, fully convinced this time would be different. Then life would get in the way. I would miss a day. And eventually I would quit. And every time I quit, I felt worse than I did before I started. The guilt was never really about failing the plan. It was about failing God again. And I was sick of feeling that way about my own faith. That night I went home and sat at my kitchen table for a long time, thinking about what my pastor said about building a habit with God. I needed something simple enough that I would actually do it every single day, no matter what was going on in my life. Not something that demands an hour I do not have. Not something that makes me feel like a failure the second I miss a day. Not something that assumes I already have more time, more discipline, and more Bible knowledge than I do. Something built for someone exactly like me. I opened my laptop right there at the table and started searching. Reading reviews. Looking at what other men had tried, and what had worked for them. And that is when I found it. 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 change anything? But I was desperate. Everything else had failed. And one minute was the only commitment I trusted myself to keep. So I ordered it. When it arrived I sat down with it the next morning, before anyone else in the house was awake. I opened it to the first day. There was a theme written across the top of the page. And it was not some generic feel-good message. It was a real struggle men carry, and it happened to be something I had been wrestling with that very week. Then a Scripture passage that spoke directly to it. Then a short devotion that broke down exactly 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. Same thing. Sixty seconds. A different theme. A different Scripture. A different prayer. By the end of the first week something felt different. Like I had been with God that week. Not heard about Him. Been with Him. By the end of the first month, my wife noticed. She looked at me one morning and said something is different about you. The way you talk. The way you carry things. Something has changed. I knew exactly what it was. For the first time in over forty years, I was spending time with God every single day. Not because someone told me to. Not because I was sitting in a pew and it was expected. Because I wanted to. That is when I finally understood what Corrie ten Boom had that I never did. She did not survive Ravensbrück on facts about God. She survived it because she knew Him. She had walked with Him every single day, in the worst place a human being can be, and she had found Him deeper than the pit she was standing in. That is also how she could do the thing almost none of us could. Years after the war, at a church in Munich, one of the SS guards from that very camp walked up to her and asked her to forgive him. She did. And she did not forgive him because she was a stronger person than the rest of us. She forgave him because she knew God so personally that His forgiveness was not a concept to her. It was something she had lived, with Him, one day at a time. There is a difference between knowing about God and knowing Him. I had been knowing about God my entire life. Hearing sermons about Him. Reading books about Him. Sitting in studies where someone else explained Him to me. But I had never sat with Him on my own. You cannot know 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. Showing up on Sunday. Going through the motions. Hearing the sermon. Walking out the door and not spending one minute with Him until the next week. That is not a relationship. That is attendance. And this devotional changed that. It is simple enough that you keep showing up. And deep enough that it changes how you walk through the rest of your day. My pastor understood that long before I did. I did not need more sermons. I needed to build a habit. This devotional gave me the structure to do it. And it gave me the one thing I had been missing for four decades. A real relationship with God. Not based on attendance. Not based on facts. Not based on highlighted verses I never fully understood. Based on sixty seconds every morning. Just me and Him. Corrie ten Boom lost almost everything a person can lose. Her family. Her freedom. Years of her life behind the wire of a death camp. And she still said there is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still. She could say that because she did not just know about Him. She knew Him. Do you? Not know about Him. Know Him. If you have been going to church your whole life but your personal relationship with God is basically nonexistent, I understand. That was me for forty years. But you do not have to stay there. This devotional was built to help you get there. Sixty seconds a day. One minute at a time. Click below and start yours today.