You understand that word “Coke” can mean almost any kind of soft drink product.

You want to whup anyone who tries to inject political viewpoints or causes into Masters Golf Tournament.

You hear word “grits,” and you either think about a bowl and a spoon or Deborah Ford.

You understand that a cold beer is a good beer, and that worst make-out session you’ve ever participated in was still pretty darn good.

You’re convinced that if a college football team outside of South is picked to be national champion that whole system is rigged.

You still have a hankerin’ for a ‘76 black Trans-Am.

You understand why pecan syrup is best thing in world to put on pancakes or waffles.

You smile when you think about Chastain Park or Fox Theatre, and you smile even more when you think about Little Richard putting on a show in either.

You’ve eaten at Corkscrew Cafe up in Dahlonega.

You know that there’s nothing sweeter than a Georgia peach, and you really don’t care how that gets interpreted.

You fret aloud about how much food you’re going to need to lay in when weather forecaster tells you that a winter storm front may dump up to half an inch of snow in your area.

You’d never admit it, but even though you’re a Georgia fan you wanted to see Georgia Tech win NCAA basketball championship this past year because they’re from our great state.

The word Nancy Hanks means more to you than just name of a woman.

You might argue which hot dog is best, Nu-Way or Varsity, but down deep you thank God that they’re both served right here in Georgia.

You’d rather kiss an ape’s pink heiny than make that all important business trip up to New Jersey.

You well understand what difference is between “sippin’ wine” and “chuggin’ wine.”

You cuss kudzu and are sort of weirdly proud of it all at same time...

I could tell Ralph knew God about as well as I knew President of United States. It was then an idea hit me.

While he talked to me, I was trying to figure out how I could convince him that he really didn't know God. Sure, he knew a lot of things about God and could quote a bushel full of Bible verses as though that would impress me. Entrance into heaven is not contingent upon impressing some preacher.

I knew Ralph really did not know God personally. My problem was to persuade him of that fact.

It's almost like someone who smokes cigarettes trying to convince someone who doesn't smoke that they don't smoke. The smoker does not smell smoke but non-smoker smells it right away. Similarly, I can readily tell when someone doesn't know God personally.

As we were talking, an idea came to mind. Ralph was sitting across my desk from me and between us was my telephone. So I said to Ralph, "Do you know President of United States?"

Ralph looked at me a little perplexed with this question out of blue and said, "Sure, I do. It's George W. Bush."

"Great," I said pushing telephone towards him, "use my telephone and call him for me."

He laughed and pushed telephone back.

Thrusting phone back toward him I said, "You do know President of United States, don't you?"

He laughed a nervous little chuckle. "The president of United States is George W. Bush." Then he shoved phone back toward me.

"You know him?" I persisted. As he nodded in affirmative, a worried look embraced his face. I could see he didn't quite understand what I was getting at.

"Ralph," I explained, "you may know who President of United States is and you may know a lot about him. But you don't know George W. Bush enough to call him on phone."

People who say they know God only know things about God. People who say they know Jesus Christ only know things about him. If you don't know God enough to reach Him when you need Him, you don't know Him at all.

I like Apostle Paul's testimony. He said, "That I may know him, and power of his resurrection, and fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;" (Philippians 3:10 KJV.)

A friend of mine has a favorite saying that he likes to quote; "Either Jesus is Lord of all or he is not Lord at all." That about sums up whole matter.

Rev. James L. Snyder.