Jesus is our Bridge

For the last eighteen years, I have had the privilege of presenting a special program for our local nursing homes. It blesses many including myself. Having a large record collection, I pick a theme and share a selection of songs. I find out history of the song as well as the artist. The programs usually lasts about an hour.

My wife and I threw around a title the other day that we thought might be fun- the word was bridge. To my disappointment looking through about fifty albums I was not fruitful.

While choosing to give up on this idea, I found myself thinking about Jesus Christ. He is the bridge between man and God. People choose to find other paths to eternity and avoid the bridge that will satisfy our souls. Jesus is our bridge over troubled waters.

In John 14:6 Jesus gives the answer to those whom are seeking the pathway of life. “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth and the life, no man cometh unto the father but by me.”

Jesus gives clear direction to the Heavenly Father. Jesus is the way to find eternal answers that each one is searching. John 3:16 says For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall have eternal life.

Edward Fudge tells this story:

One day through the primeval wood, a calf walked home as good calves should. But, made a trail all bent askew, a crooked trail as all calves do.

Since then 300 years have fled, and I infer the calf is dead. But still he left behind his trail — and thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day by a line dog that passed that way. And then a wise bellwether sheep pursued the trail o’er vale and steep, and drew the flock behind him, too, as good bellwether always do.

And from that day, o’er hill and glade, through those old woods a path was made. And made men wound in and out, and dodged and turned and bent about, and uttered words of righteousness wrath because ‘twas a crooked path.

But still they followed the first migration of that calf who through winding woodway stalked because he wobbled when he walked.

The forest path became a lane, that bent and turned and turned again. This crooked lane became a road, where many a poor horse with his load toiled on beneath the burning sun, and traveled some three miles in one. And thus a century and a half they trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleeting. The road became a village street; and this, before men were aware, a city’s crowded thoroughfare. And soon the central street was this of a renowned metropolis. And men two centuries and half trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Many people not like a calf have found the pathway of life that leads to eternal life (Treasury of Bible illustrations)

Jesus tells us that He is the bridge to eternity; the way, the truth and the life.