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Okay, since I made this post about ’signatures’, I’ve been making some notes.

Len gave us his….and you know Len…it’s not terrible. (Is that a compliment? I hope so because I really do love everything else you write.)

I actually ran across one that made me gag…

“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine,”

Now - I realize that those are the words of one of the most sacred hymns/cows of my faith. But….just shoot me in the head, will you? First of all - if you are a Nazarene and don’t believe in the assurance of salvation - you can’t really sing that song in good conscience. (Please note, the point of this is not to discuss security of salvation. In fact, I’m not sure what the heck the point is.)

Second of all - Jesus is mine? Like he’s some pet? Which of course leads us to a whole other set of sign offs.

All His,

I’m His,

More of Him, Less of Me.

I think youth ministers should swing the other way on this whole issue and have completely ridiculous sign offs.

I love your face,

I love my mom,

My kids think I’m a dork,

Until I have something else completely unrelated to say,

Grant