A few years ago, Linda and I took our camper up north. It’s important to level the camper when parked at a campsite, or you’ll end up with all kinds of problems. I normally use a small but reliable level that I place on the floor. I had recently picked up a new one that was longer, larger and easier to read. But after leveling the camper, Linda and I went inside and we felt like we were walking uphill. I put the new level on the floor and the bubble was in the middle. I put my old level on the floor and it was so far off that the bubble wasn’t even visible.

Maybe you come from a tradition that practiced baptism differently than here at The Bridge. Maybe it's the one thing about our church that you’re not comfortable with. I get it. That used to be me.

Throughout college and seminary, I didn’t get a lot of sleep. I worked a lot, went to school, and served as a youth pastor on the weekends. In addition to some embarrassing episodes falling asleep in class, I had some precarious incidents while driving.

You have probably heard people talk about being “saved.” Jesus said that He came into the world “to seek and to save the lost” (Luke 19:10 NIV). What does that mean?

A man in Gallatin, Tennessee walked into a Walmart dressing room with a new pair of jeans. He took off his old worn and dirty jeans, and put on the new pair from off the rack. They fit well! So, he ripped off the tags and walked out…all the way out of the store.

“It’s easier to keep going than to restart.” That’s all I could think of while huffing and puffing and sweating profusely. I was only two miles into a measly three mile run, and at a pace much slower than two months before.

That was the problem. It had been two months since my last marathon, and I had not run even a block since.