Chuck Norris died yesterday at 86. The internet will spend the next 72 hours posting roundhouse kick memes. Nobody’s going to talk about the thing that mattered most to him. He was a Christian. Saved at 12 years old. Baptized at Calvary Baptist Church. Attended a Billy Graham crusade and recommitted his life to Christ. His mother raised him alone in Oklahoma. Dirt poor. Father was a drunk who left. She had nothing but a Bible and a prayer life that wouldn’t quit. Told him every single day: “God has a plan for you.” He strayed in Hollywood. First marriage fell apart. Fame rotted the inside while the outside looked invincible. Then God gave him a second chance. He came home to Christ through his wife, Gena. Joined Prestwood Baptist Church in Dallas. Fought to put the Bible back in public schools. Created a foundation that embedded biblical principles in 6,500 schools. He stood in front of cameras and said, “We are unashamed Christians. Our faith is the primary anchor for our souls.” In a town that hates the name of Jesus, he said it anyway. 2 Timothy 4:7 — “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” Rest in peace, Chuck. Your mother’s prayers held.