I live in a neighborhood of interesting characters. 

Retired oil execs who invested their proceeds in lakefront property and hilltop views. Still-working business owners who make the drive into Austin every day. 

A veterinarian and a nurse and a doctor in psychology. A gravel-pit foreman and a medical equipment salesman and a tinkerer of old cars.

Blue collar and white collar and redneck. Democrats and republicans and a libertarian or two.

Plus one pastor.

Here’s my discovery: Regardless your walk of life variety, your walk is more similar to mine than not.

Deep down we all possess the same wiring and desire the same outcomes. Health, wealth, safety and security. 

How we attain them may differ. And our definitions might slide to one side of the scale or the other. 

You may not want 3,000 square feet with a pool. But you most likely want something more than a cardboard box under an underpass.

You may love risk and taking chances. But you don’t desire to die today.

And regardless how hard your exterior or anti-god your demeanor, you’re still spiritual. 

Maybe you’re a syrupy-sweet church goer. Maybe you’re a communing in nature type. Maybe you’re into lots of little s spirits and little g gods. 

In every heart some higher cause occupies a room and leads us to life-changing decisions and leaps of faith.

Jesus occupies my room. He built the bridge I trust to close the gap from here to tomorrow. 

Who built yours?