"If I really connect, I bet I could hit the ball into the ocean."

From grocery stores and airports, to restaurants and the urban intersections of Tokyo, London, Johannesburg, Toronto, New York, and beyond, our visual senses are bombarded daily. Today, video screens can be found just about everywhere: cell phones, mall checkout counters, vehicles, and even fuel pumps. Is it any wonder that a growing number of churches are also incorporating the use of projected video in worship?

I take the Bible seriously.

I had the special opportunity to participate with members of my church in a Work and Witness trip to Kisvarda, Hungary. This was my first trip to Eastern Europe and it was overwhelming to meet brothers and sisters in Christ who are working to help a nation with such a rich heritage in both Catholic and Reformed Christianity emerge after several decades of dark struggle during the Nazi and Communist occupations.

Young adulthood has changed. No longer have most graduating college seniors successfully negotiated the journey of identity formation, knowing who they are and what they want to do for the rest of their lives. At the same time, college-aged (18-25) people are more removed from "adulthood" than perhaps ever before in history.

Four twenty-somethings from Northwest Nazarene University (NNU) in Nampa, Idaho, give us their thoughts on growing up and the church.

No two people witness events in the same light. Ask any police officer about accident reports—five witnesses will tell five different versions of the same event. The five groups of Palm Sunday witnesses 2,000 years ago had different perceptions when Jesus entered Jerusalem on a donkey. The whole city asked: "Who is this man?" Each group had its own answer to the question (Matthew 21:10).

My dog loves to play fetch. She will go get whatever you throw for her—balls, sticks, ropes, just about anything! She loves to run and retrieve these things and bring them back to me, but then she does this very human thing—something we often try to do with God—she plays tug-of-war with whatever it is she has brought to me, not wanting to fully relinquish possession of her hard-earned item.

Irving "Doc" Laird and his wife, Beverly, reside in Nampa, Idaho, near Northwest Nazarene University (NNU) where he taught religious education and special ministries for 30 years.

One Sunday afternoon many years ago, my wife and I asked our sons what they learned in Sunday School. With great animation they recited what their teacher had humorously said during Sunday School: “Dude, man, you got to have faith!” That has become one of our favorite sayings.

Faith. It is scattered throughout the pages of Scripture. We believe it. We have it. And yet we often struggle to understand exactly what faith is. Since we are called to live by faith, it stands to reason that we should have a working definition to guide us along the way.

Raised as a Jehovah's Witness, I ran from this religion when I went to college in 1969. I became a hippie, experimenting with everything—alcohol, drugs, and sex. Then in 1979, I gave my heart to Jesus. I was so excited I told everyone how He had changed my life and could change theirs. I started learning how to effectively share my faith at home with my six kids. Then I started telling their friends—the neighborhood kids who filled our backyard, our skateboard ramp, and our trampoline—about Jesus.