When I was growing up in Indiana, a frequent greeting was "What do you know?" Actually it was more like "Waduhyano?" The typical response was "Not much" or "Namudge."
In my life I have come to know many things. But two years ago much of what I know was significantly challenged. On Jan. 19, 2002, Joan — my wife of 33 years, four months, 19 days, three hours and 37 minutes — died after a three-year war with ovarian cancer.
When I think about that, I ask myself — "So what do I know?"
Just about the only thing I really know for sure is that Jesus loves me. Jesus loves me. Period.
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