The Walk
Two thousand years of the faith — one story, still being written.
Two thousand years of the faith — one story, still being written.

On a Roman hill outside Jerusalem, everything turns. Three days later, the tomb is empty.


Wind and fire fall on a frightened few. Three thousand believe in a day — the Church is born.


Outlawed and hunted, they sing in the arenas. The blood of the martyrs becomes the seed of the Church.


At Nicaea the scattered churches speak with one voice. The faith steps out of the catacombs.


Augustine and the great minds give the faith its language — wrestling God onto the page.


Through dark centuries, monks copy every word by candlelight and raise cathedrals to the sky.


A monk nails ninety-five questions to a door in Wittenberg. The world is never the same.


Wesley and Whitefield preach in open fields. Revival fire sweeps across two continents.


The missionary century. The gospel crosses every ocean; Spurgeon fills London.

Under stadium lights, Billy Graham asks a generation to come forward. Millions do.
