My first bike ride
Yesterday, I took my first bike ride, as a 40-year-old. I was inspired by two 80+ year-old youngsters who ride their mountain bikes ten to twenty miles down our county road every morning. I mentioned to one of these octogenarians that I was inspired by their commitment to ride and was thinking about riding myself. He was excited to hear that and let me borrow one of his spare mountain bikes to get started on. Well, yesterday evening I decided to give this mountain biking thing a try, so I grabbed my borrowed bike, aired up the tires, oiled the chain and took off. As I left my house, the wind was in my face, but the road was fairly flat, and all was going smoothly until about a mile into the ride I hit the first hill or “rock pile” as my 80+ year-old neighbors affectionately refer to them.
Going down the rock pile was pure joy, the wind was in my face cooling me off, the bike was flying effortlessly and then all the sudden when the uphill started all momentum was lost, and the struggle began. I was switching gears, pedaling with all the effort I could muster and longing for the next rush of downhill joy. After thinking about this ride, it reminds me of life on this earth. We have moments of exhilaration and joy that are quickly cut short by the daily grind of uphill life.
Galatians 6:9 reminds followers of Jesus not to grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap if we do not give up. Don’t give up on that uphill climb because pure joy is waiting just over the next hill.
Pastor at Walnut Springs Baptist Church