I’ve been asked multiple times why I’m willing to accept the risks that come inherently with riding a Harley, especially during rush hour or at night. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t ride himself, but since you are a mixed group, I’ll try to explain based on something I felt this morning.

As I was riding to work this morning, I was thinking. It’s a little chilly to be riding without full leathers, but all I had on was my jacket (my gloves are in some box somewhere while I complete my move and just didn’t feel like wearing the chaps). As I felt the chill in my fingers, I also felt the wind.  It made me think… about life, about God’s creation, about pointless arguments that are made against God as creator.

Image by Dean Singleton

Here I was, sitting on a two heeled machine, barreling down the highway at 70 miles per an hour, with only a leather jacket and my helmet to protect me. I thought about adventurers of the past. Knights on horseback, riding at full speed through the battlefield, Indian braves in cones navigating the Grand Canyon, and countless other adventure seekers throughout time. All of these have one thing in common, we are trusting in creations made by human hands to aid us in survival. However, if we look a little deeper, these adventurers also trusted in God. The trust that God has guided the hands of the person who created their gear, and that if he hasn’t… that God will give his protection when necessary.

Now for the second part of why I ride. Sure, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I enjoy living my life on the edge. I push myself to my limits and then break them as I go further. I spend so much time pushing further, I often forget to let the world catch up. Whether I’m driving fast cars of putting rounds downrange at the range, I like to do things quickly and precisely, but when I am on Spoils of War (that’s what I named my bike when I got it after Iraq), I take my time. I’m not the hot-rodding kid who goes flying by you at 100 mph, I’m the guy who is relaxed and obviously enjoying himself. As I take my time, it allows me to be close to God and no one else. There’s not radio, no phone calls, no passenger to talk to, nothing. It’s me, the purr of that big bike, and the road. God talks to me when I ride. He reveals his will to me. He gives me wisdom for my day. And he shows me his creation. I see things on the bike that I never see while driving the car. I’m more aware of my surroundings. I’m more aware of God’s creations.  God’s wondrous creations indeed.

Take some time today to look at His creations. Compare them to yours and mine. How could anyone doubt that not only was this world and everything in it created by Him, but also that he created you and me. My creations look awful crude next to His…

Until the Whole World Knows,

Paul

Comments
  1. my fiance loves your posts! i have come to enjoy them as well. This particular one is wonderful. When I am driving home((SC)) from NY I look at whats aroud me and I appreciate everything God has created.
    Wonderful post!
    ~Jessi

  2. j4man says:

    I do not ride but I truly understand. I understand because I have people ask why I hunt. I love sitting out in the woods and seeing the beauty of everything that God has created. It is just me and God and our conversation. I know it is not the same as riding but I do get it.

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

  3. Excellent point!. I love being outside and it’s where I find I best connect with God. There is so much to see and hear if you are just quiet and listen. I have a Vespa and ride it back and forth to work and like you I just enjoy the ride and use the time talking to God on many occasions.
    We have way to many distractions in our life today and it’s hard to hear God, but it’s a great practice and one I need to do much more of.

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