To Boldly Go

We scheduled a family vacation trip to Milwaukee to visit our oldest daughter, Elizabeth.  She is working there and living with a friend's family over the summer.  Marcella suggested I begin the trip westward on my bike, then she and Joanna (our 14 year old) would rendezvous with me at the end of the week, when they would depart from home.  I was rather excited about making the ride.

I left on Monday, July 16.  Our rendezvous date would be on Saturday, the 21st.  How far could I get on my new Raleigh road bike in six days?  Toledo, Ohio was my original goal.

  I left at 5:30 am from our home in Clear Spring, arriving at the Western Maryland Rail Trail (W.M.R.T) in Big Pool at 6 am, as the rising sun was brightening up the area.  I remembered back in 1998 when this trail was built, right near the parsonage where we had lived.  As I rode along the black top, I remembered a day, not so long ago, when our toddler Elizabeth, was walking by my side, holding my hand .  Proudly she declared, "I walk with Daddy!"

Now, I was riding this road on my way to see our young adult, college student.  I hoped she will still would want to walk with Daddy through these next chapters of her life.

In Hancock, over breakfast at the truck stop, I opened my Bible to seek a word for the day.    On these rides I often ask God if I am where He wants me to be, doing what He wants me to do. I want my life to matter, to make a difference in the world.  Turning to Psalm 131,  I come back to earth.

"Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor my eyes lofty.  Neither do I concern myself with great matters, nor with things too profound for me.

Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me..." (Psalm 131:1-2)

What great things does a child worry over?  With what grand ideas does a weaned child concern himself?  Contentment in the arms of the one who loves him.  When I ride, I know I am in the arms of my loving Heavenly Father.

I ride by myself, but I am never alone.  And with that I am content.

After riding the 22 mile length of the WMRT from Big Pool to Pearre,  I headed into dirt and rock roads toward Cumberland, which I eventually entered via Route 51.  So, nice and quiet and peaceful on these back roads.

Needing  water, I stopped at a little country store for a drink.  Harry Shryock, owner and proprietor, invited me to sit a spell and cool off.  He is a World War Two veteran, having served in Germany.  He told me about those times.  The German soldiers were boys just like he was.  

He started his store "from scratch" in 1947 with his wife.  At her passing last year, they had been married well over 60 years.  He talked about about how things have changed.  This current generation doesn't like to work, he said.

Then, I encountered Tiffany.  When I got to my hotel in Cumberland, she checked me in.  Later she called my room to be sure I was satisfied with everything.  Later she personally came up to my door with a bag of snacks and a bottle of water, a special welcome gift.  Harry needs to meet Tiffany.

It's a good day.  I am with God and with my bike.  And I am content.

 

These Honored Dead

I have enjoyed exploring our great country from the saddle of my bicycle for many years.  I especially have enjoyed the small towns where there is a diner or local coffee shop where the "elders" of the community gather.

It doesn't matter what town or in what state, there is a gathering place where people with long histories of doing life together meet.  In Knightstown, Indiana, four men and a woman were seated at a table in the local donut shop.  Eighty-two year old Mervin Kilmer saw me admiring the nearby veterans memorial.  He came over to invite me to join them for their regular Monday morning breakfast.  This is where all the problems of the world are solved, he told me.  He's probably more right about that than most folks would consider.

When It Looks Impossible

In the Gospel of Luke, the angel Gabriel promised a teenager, a virgin, named Mary that she would give birth to a Son; the Son of God, Jesus.   Joseph would be his stepdad.  How could this be?  He told her that her relative, Elizabeth, a woman well past childbearing age, was already six months pregnant (with her son, John the baptizer).

These common, ordinary women, were part of something bigger than themselves or their expectations of themselves.  Impossible stuff!

Trophies and Their Stories

I have accumulated a lot of trophies over the years; especially as a kid and a teenager.  Baseball, oratorical contests, and even a citizenship award. In later years they were all clutter to me, and so I disposed of them.  But one small trophy remains.

It was my first trophy.  A marble block with a gold plated plastic cyclist mounted on top; first place for a bike race I won when I was nine years old.  It was at Federal Hill in South Baltimore, on the circular drive that is now covered over for a playground.  In that park, twenty years after that milestone race, I proposed to Marcella.  And then, twenty years after that, that bicycle was proudly ridden by our eleven year old daughter, Elizabeth.  What a story it could tell.

Seeing What You See, But Missed

Do you get so used to having blessings at your disposal that you forget how blessed you are?

I love to explore historical places and imagine what life was like for those who came before us.  I am especially into George Washington these past few years.  After a long hot bike ride one day, as I was enjoying a well-earned hot shower, I got to thinking:  "George Washington probably never got to enjoy a hot shower."  They had tubs; the water would be hauled up from a creek or well, and heated on a fire.  And it was the slaves who did that; I doubt he handled that himself.  And for all the work they did to prepare his bath, they likely never had that benefit for themselves.

Confusing Activity With Accomplishment

Saint Simeon Stylites achieved notability in the 5th century AD for living 37 to 47 years (accounts differ) on top of a small platform near Aleppo in Syria. He started on one that was nine feet off the ground, gradually increasing the height till he was on one that was fifty feet up.  Though he was an ascetic monk who sought to get away from people so that he could pray and meditate, more people were drawn to him because of his unusual practice. When he died on September 2, 459 AD, a disciple of his found him stooped over in prayer.  Apparently as he was seeking God in prayer, he left his body and this earthly life to speak with Him in person.

The Illusion That Eludes You

For much of my life I had been a perfectionist.  And I suffered for it greatly. So often I missed the fun of trying something different because I was afraid I would do it wrong.  I couldn't accept that just enjoying the attempt is a kind of perfection all its own.  How so? 

Perfection,  particularly in the biblical sense, simply means completion.  When you attempt worthy things or just have fun trying out, there's a perfecting process going on that stretches your boundaries, challenges your comfort zones, and makes you a more complete version of you.

Starve the Darkness

After dropping off my daughter at a program in downtown Hagerstown, I went to my "field office" at Starbucks to do some work.  But when I arrived, I discovered that I had brought none of it with me.  After scolding myself for this mistake in planning, I realized that it wasn't a mistake.

I have learned that these unscheduled twists to my routine are often a message from heaven; that there was something else for me to do-- and somewhere else I needed to be. And it occurred to me that the place was downtown; so I went back.

Spoiled By The Blessings

Do you get so used to having blessings at your disposal that you forget how blessed you are? 

Do you have food in your cupboard?  Does clean water run from your faucet?  Do you realize that in the United States, even in the wealthier ones like Maryland, that there are still people living in houses that don't have indoor plumbing?  Do you believe that you are entitled-- that you have rights--to these things.  Well, there's a spoiled attitude right there.  Not that this is wrong; it just is. 

Things Are Not Always as They Seem

Many years ago, I was riding my ten speed bike on a long tour through Western Maryland into West Virginia.  My bike was carrying about 35 lbs in the rear panniers.  Heading home over the Catoctin Mountains, I'd had ridden through a series of long climbs and fast descents.  I was a bit worn, as the late summer rains began to fall. Turning onto a long road that would lead me beyond the grand hills to a roller coaster of ups and downs for miles to come, I saw a yellow diamond shaped warning sign through the rain drops.