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This last month I’ve been writing about the Four Faces of The Bridge. We took last week off because it was Christmas weekend. But we’re back to finish the series this week.

Once an artist was painting a winter scene. As he began to paint, the scene that unfolded on the canvas was of snow covered ground and pine trees. The artist's hand brought the day to a close and night fell on the canvas, and the entire scene was covered with semi-darkness. A grim log cabin was barely visible in the shadows.

Two weeks ago I began a mini-series called Four Faces of The Bridge. Each of these faces can be found if you look for them. Every church should have them and I am not sure I would want to be part of a church that didn’t. Hopefully, you will look for your own face and do an honest evaluation of where you are at.

Last week I introduced Four Faces at The Bridge by talking to the Spiritual Seeker. If that describes you, we are glad you are here, and we’d love to help you in any way we can. Jesus Christ is real in our lives, and we’d be thrilled if you saw that and received him into your life.

In these next four blogs, I’d like to introduce you to four people. One of them is you. We’ll call this The Four Faces At The Bridge.

It was the day before Christmas Eve and she was trying to finish up some last minute shopping at the mall. The kids tugged her towards the line to make requests from Santa. After a 25 minute wait, they were finally able to sit on his lap and tell him their dream gifts for the year. Mom smiled knowingly, as she had already wrapped most of those items. On the way out of the mall, they passed an

I took a class in seminary called Theology of Prayer. It was beneficial to explore every passage in Scripture on prayer through the semester. One of the projects for that class involved completing a week of thanksgiving and writing up a report on that week.

The first attempt to dig the Panama Canal across the Isthmus of Panama was made by a French company.  Thousands of men and tons of machinery tackled the remote mountains and thick jungles. However, after millions of dollars had been spent, the project was abandoned, not because of the mountains but because of the mosquitoes.

A park ranger at Yellowstone National Park was leading a group of hikers to a fire lookout. The ranger was so intent on telling the hikers about the animal life and vegetation along the way that he thought the noise coming his two-way radio was distracting, so he switched it off.

No language has as many words for joy and rejoicing as Hebrew does.

A friend once asked me, “If a man speaks in the middle of the woods and his wife is not around to hear him, is he still wrong?"

Two men were mountain climbing, while one fell into a deep crevice. The other called down, “Are you OK?”