So I have contracted a fever. It’s pretty bad, this fever. No, I am not sick. This is not some physical ailment that can be treated with some time resting and taking medications. I have (drum roll please)… Bike Fever.
I got my first motorcycle, an Indian 50cc, when I was just past being a toddler. I was so young that after my Dad bought the bike, he took it to have training wheels put on it before even bringing it home, so I got an early start and I have loved riding motorcycles ever since.
Cristy and I used to take my bike (No, not that little Indian! lol) riding through the North Georgia mountains, trying to get lost, and those were some great dates. We only stopped riding after our oldest daughter was born, and that was precipitated by the death of very close friend on his motorcycle. I recently was invited by a good friend (big, burly biker guy from a previous post) to ride with him and a group out to Paris, TN. Since then the itch has grown to the point that I am thinking about riding and how much I have missed it several times a day.
We, all of us, do this. We have something that we either love or hate to the point that we think about it constantly. And whether it is a love or hate issue, it can be damaging to our relationship with Abba God. He is the one that we should be so enamored of that we find our minds turning to thoughts of His grace and mercy and how we can best glorify Him.
Over the years, Cristy has noticed that most nights I fall asleep very quickly. I had never really thought about this much before, just accepting it as something that I appreciate. It occurred to me this evening that I have a pattern I developed early on, and it is probably the reason I fall asleep within minutes of going to bed. For most of my life, my mind would turn to thoughts of creating something. That something usually was along the lines of designing my dream home (castles figured prominently in this process early on), or thoughts/memories of riding a motorcycle or driving a high performance car. It was always a topic that I enjoyed and found relaxing.
During the past year, that topic has changed. More and more frequently, I think about people that I have seen turn to Christ, giving their lives over to Him for the betterment of themselves, their families and those that they come in contact with. I look forward in these times to those that I will come into contact with and hopefully inspire to seek Him.
Yes, I still think about those other topics, but even with the recent resurgence of bike fever, my mind turns to thoughts of Him and His great and abiding love for His children, of which I am ecstatic to be among. But it could be on Him more. That’s the fire that I need to be stoking. That’s the one that really counts.
My fear is not that our great movement, known as the Methodists, will eventually cease to exist or one day die from the earth. My fear is that our people will become content to live without the fire, the power, the excitement, the supernatural element that makes us great.