I love to eat lunch with my buddy, Tom. Of course one reason is because he’s my buddy, Tom. But, the other reason is I like the way Tom prays. It’s especially great when the place is crowded. ‘Cause Tom “ain’t” shy. Maybe you think Tom is loud and gonna' rear back and let those pagans in close proximity have a good dose of old time religion. No. Or, maybe you think Tom is going to stand and with grand elocution meld centuries of sound theology into one two minute thanks over a Wendy’s single with cheese. Nope, nope, nope. Fact is, if you were sitting behind us and couldn’t see Tom you would assume he was talking to another person at the table. No excess volume, no King James language, nothing special. Just talking, talking to someone known, someone trusted, someone respected, and someone loved. Tom talks to the Creator of the Universe like he’s known Him all of his life. Truth is, its only been a little over half that. And in that time he has drawn so near to Jesus that you couldn’t tell if he’s talking to Him or me – except that he’s closer to Him - and I've know him over 40 years.