Biking to Heaven.... concluded?

Do we ever really arrive? Are we ever really at our destination....?

Storms blew through tonight and cancelled soccer. Also, the outing to see Lady in the Water was presented and nixed almost in the same phone call. Sad. I still haven't seen it. And the reason I really shouldn't have done either of those drove past me as well!!! I was on the way home and Brickerville got a major call (probably an accident) and Tara past me on the way home! I wasn't ready at all- dang it! So, yes, I'm on call all night tonight. Floyd Landis, doping?? HA those french are really sore losers!!!

But back to biking. So, while on this bike ride, I have this epiphany- almost of Saul-to-Tarshish variaty except not. But I believe it was divinely inspired. It compared each of those examples in my bike ride to the Christian walk (or ride if that helps you). At the risk of spelling out the obvious, I'll just point out some of these similarities. Coasting downhill? Ok, that's obvious. Doesn't help ya much. If my Father knows the route, as long as I'm on it, He WILL pick me up. I need to be prepared to go the distance though, not live till I'm 35 and hope He returns by then. Sitting and waiting by the road? Well, think of all the scenery, all the growth you miss, all the other 'bikers' you can influence...Dangerous intersections? Know the right way to go and always be alert. There's someone out there to steal, kill and destroy after all...Not taking water? You should always have nurishment. Sure, you don't need it for a few days but after that, it's a slow painful, path to death- ask Terri Shiavo, wait, you can't. I didn't mean to go there. I guess, it actually is like Pilgrim's Progress. Shoot, it's not original. But heck, the bike parallel spoke more to me where I am at. Besides, that explains how Paul Bunyan wrote it in prison- he refused to stop by the side of the road because his bike 'broke'. (were you paying attention? :-)) THIS ties into my post a few days back. I am sick of riding at a non-chalant pace. Others may, but I want more than that. I don't want them to be able to convince me that nonchalant is ok, or even better. No, I'm pressing toward the goal. That will be the reason, I will never bike the 7.75 miles to camp without trying to beat my current record of 30:15.

It wasn't meant to be such a self advertisement; hopefully, you got something out of that......

Ok pet peeeves for another time....but a new one is when pictures won't upload for no known, obvious reason!



~ET

Biking to Heaven (part tre)

We last left our hero right before Webster Hill road. But first, an amazing thing happened this evening. A 90 year old woman came into the library of her own power, with her own address and checked out three books, which equaled substantial weight (for a 90 year old woman as thin as she was). Quite an inspiration really. I hope my wife and I still go to the library at 90. Although, I hate thinking about that. I don't like thinking about my parents that old. I can't can't even think about my grandparents being that old! I'd prefer if the Lord returned before that, though there's a lot I'd like to do yet......uhem. Anyway...

So, I'm sweating profusely. I don't have water (mistake), I might have to bike the whole way, I might be on the wrong road...no, I can't be. I told Dad the right road, so as long as I'm on that road, I should be good. It's an ongoing struggle to decide whether to stop and wait, or even slow down. I don't NEED to do a tour-de-france pace necessarily....I guess....

Conclusion tomorrow along with pet peeve number 4,932

Farewell party- why is it a farewell party? It shouldn't be a party- but it was a farewell for Becca. Actually, it was a farewell to Highley, who worked at camp. She will be Mosemann on Saturday and be in State College. So, we will see her again. But it will be different. Wow, what would it be like to be hit with the realization that I'm in charge of total provision and protection next week for someone? wow - sers..... how - freakin - awesome! and scary.





~ET

Biking to Heaven (part 2)

Three consecutive birthday parties. I feel special. Thanks all! One was a surprise, the other tried to be (sorry!) and the third was eating left overs and the like, but it was family. Didn't get to go country line dancing (would have been a first). Maybe later! Closed out the softball season with a win tonight 17-13. Exciting! I slid into 2nd, then third, then home all in two plays! Back to my biking. So, midway in my trip, I start having doubts. What if Dad takes another route? Shouldn't he have been here by now? I DON'T want to go up Webster Hill. What if I have to? Oh no. That's hard! Wow, it was getting fairly tiring. I could stop. I mean, Dad is coming by here, I could stop and just wait. That'd be easy enough. I deserve it too, after all, I rode up to camp earlier that day. Then came the intersection. I've gone through them before, but they are always dangerous. I could wait. Man, I'm nearly home, what if Dad isn't coming? What if I have to go the whole way home? More to come!