The story...
It's not hard to remember the effort it took to pack up for, and unpack from, a camping vacation. It seemed right to bring everything that we expected to need - to not be found wanting. Strangely, part of the idea was to get away from the stuff and our routine.
A motorcycle trip is different - space is limited so you bring what you need - this or that. What happens if it rains? You get wet and maybe spend time hanging out with others in an unexpected place - you do dry out an often appreciate the people you both helped and allowed to help you.
Motorcyclists often offer a solidarity arm gesture to other riders as they pass each other on the road and they also tend to share stories at the gas pumps too - you do spend more time at gas stations. When traveling on my motorcycle, I feel like I'm part of a bigger group that wants a freer life.
You can like the idea of riding a motorcycle and buy one this week. You might keep it stored under a tarp in the back of your garage and take it out occasionally to drive around the neighborhood. It might be safer that way and your bike would stay shinier and newer looking - maybe that's why so many used motorcycles have few miles on their odometer.
It seems that the only church in town might be a lot like a biker group. Living more freely in the present together, rid of the extra baggage, more purposeful. Like the Greek work "ecclesia" - a called out group of people who wanna be free.
Just for today...
"I've heard that we don't necessarily gravitate toward what is good for us; we gravitate toward what feels like home." Hope for Today (p. 81)
"Logic may dictate a certain course of action while my inner voice urges me in a different direction. I may have an easier time when I follow the dictates of logic, convenience, or past experience, but am I cheating myself out of something much better?" Courage to Change (p. 81)
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