Thank you. Thank you for taking each other seriously. Thank you for recognizing each individual and for taking the time to welcome every new person. Thank you for realizing what is important.

Every time I go to worship, I'm super excited. I don't feel like I have to go because it's Sunday and that's what Christians are supposed to do. I drive an hour to worship because I am excited to see what God is doing through you all. I'm thrilled to experience His presence with you. I'm happy to see my brothers and sisters and my church moms and dads any chance I get.

I love that as a fairly large and very diverse church, you are a tightly knit community, yet you are not cliquey. The very first time I walked into your building, I felt accepted. I was a timid newcomer, but I found very quickly that I did not want to go home.

You not only care about your members, but anyone who walks through the door and even random people on the street. You showed me who Jesus is and what walking like Christ looks like by your demonstration.

You are not so stuck on tradition that you forget your purpose. I don't find myself checking the time every five minutes or daydreaming about lunch because you engage with the Lord in a way that is irresistible. For once, I find myself caring more about God than pizza.

I don't feel like I have to dress to impress. You accept me for who I am even when I show up looking like a hobo.

I'm not going to lie, sometimes your worship services feel a little bit like heaven. You love each other regardless of skin color, background, or financial status. To me, that is the way it should be.

You are not a church who puts on a humble facade on Sundays. When I see you in public, you are the same people who I see in worship. Always kind, always grateful, and always ablaze with the Holy Spirit. You are always pushing toward the mark.

I am always excited to bring new people to meet you. I love bringing lost people to worship and seeing them transform into believers by your example.

You are not a random group of strangers or acquaintances I see on Sunday mornings. You are my family. The only part I don't like about worshiping with you is when it's time to leave.

Thank you, Glad Tidings of Omaha. You saved my life.