The bridge to the past

I would assume that anyone over 65 don't read this blog. If so, i am honored.

As of late, it seems like God has been tugging at my heart about people who paved the way for young guys like me.
On my desk are several pictures of men and women who pastured the Church I am at (formally "Ferndale Assembly of God) now CrossPoint church. I look into there hard working eyes and see some stuff i hope i have attained or attaining.

I see their prayers.

I see their tears.

I see them laughing.

I see them cheering me on.

I used to assume that they didn't understand my generation, oh man was I WRONG! They not only understand, they have been there! They prayed for me and didn't even know me!

They took things to different levels. Levels that I have not been to, yet I am gonna get there.

The present is great, the future is even greater... because of the bridge from the past. If someone from the past is reaching forward toward us with rebuke, reprove or praise; we need to listen. If that bridge is ever burned or destroyed then we will never Know HISstory. Just a Thought.....