I was, from the start, a Christian of the bridge. I liked bridges that I could cross over to drink from unbelievers' goblets, to feast on their wisdom, and to admire their good works. I also liked bridges that I could cross over and, with God's blessing, be a blessing to the people on the other side.
What I lacked most, in the eyes of gap people, however, was what snobs today call gravitas, or graveness; I seemed to lack the serious sobriety fitting for a vigorous defender of the Reformed faith.
— Lewis B. Smedes, My God and I