I openly confess my love of motorcycles. Recently I was asked when I started riding. I got my first Harley as an eighth-grade graduation present. It was old and worn out, but at the time it seemed like the greatest bike on the road (and while I wish I had it back today, I will also add that I am now repulsed by the notion of giving a 13 year-old an old motorcycle…but that was a different day and time). Regardless, over the years I have owned many bikes. There is a feeling that one gets when riding that is simply exhilarating. I have not owned a bike for several years now, but there is still a thrill there for me. I have had friends ask me why I don’t get a bike again. To be honest, I would rather have another Harley than eat, but Jill and the girls would rather eat! Over the years I have surrendered to a growing love for and desire to better know God along with a growing awareness of stewardship; and we should not forget Jesus does call us to surrender. I still look up when I hear the rumble of a Harley coming down the road and for a split-second my mind recalls the sensations, but then I rejoice in the companionship of the God who guides and directs our steps for the good of the Kingdom. Some day I may again ride…my flesh would prefer it were soon and I even try to justify it as an evangelistic tool…but until then, the Holy Spirit provides all the thrills I really need.
I'm thankful a Harley is not my mode of transportation today! Talk about an artic blast of cold! You are right, the Holy Spirit provides all the thrills I need!
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