A.W. Tozer said, “What comes to our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us." Based on some recent experiences, I’d like to pose the following question: "What do we think comes to God’s mind when He thinks about, or sees us?"

Some of my favorite minutes of the week have become a Sunday evening Compline service, held from 9-9:30pm at an old Episcopalian church in town. The candlelit ambiance is quiet, dark and patient. Voices sing from a choir-pit above, and a stain-glass window of Christ peers from ahead. At one point congregants stand, but otherwise, it’s an entirely passive thirty minutes, whereby aside from showing-up and staying open to how I’m experiencing God and myself, nothing is asked of me. That’s the good news.