Sundays seems to be a day of solitude, of less stress and busyness; this is truly reflected as I ride my bike through a quiet
subdivision in Northwestern Chicago Heights leaving the Metra stop at 7:30am
on my way to my MIC church. Or perhaps this is because it is 7:30 in the
morning and no one has stirred from their beds outside to fetch their morning
paper, which are littered not along sidewalks, but within their driveways as the
sidewalks are noticeably absent.
Interesting take on community.
Driving the same route in a car, the road is smooth except
for the occasional pothole or the joyful season of construction when one gaily
stops to smell the fresh new tar and admire the brightly colored signs... screaming in frustration.
Being in Creation equals freedom, freedom to be loosened
from the constraints of society, melding one with the Divine, basking in
beautiful..rainy weather? So whose great idea was this anyway to gleefully get
on a bike (a man’s one bought by mistake), enjoy traveling on the train (at
6:45 in the morning) to ride through blissfully quiet (spooky) neighborhoods
(cul de sacs with no sidewalks and one gated house with a police order standing
watch) and being good to the environment? Notwithstanding also all the healthy
exercise I’m getting along with the pain in my legs, the cramp in my hands and
my glasses constantly falling off?
As I perused my bike route this morning, there is a
different under my wheels of how the road winds and forms; it radiates within
my muscles which doth protest too much. And yet as people of faith we find ourselves voicing our grumpiness and dissatisfaction when our own journey is
bumpy, riddled with obstacles or covered with the morning dew of rain while
others seem to have the sun shining down in perfect weather as they peddle
along.
Then again, there are benefits being in Creation,
experiencing the softness of rain which sprinkles down as I am reminded of my
baptism. There are benefits in pushing my spirit up and over those bumps and
tiny hills carved into the road because at the end of my journey there is rest
and respite, there is happiness with open arms awaiting me, there is laughter
and light encouraging me to once more never quit and never give up.
God's Peace.
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