Bike Church showed up at Munson Monday tonight, a few of the Disciples anyway. I rode with those guys and we ran the trail backwards and inside out of course, because nothing is ever easy about the Bike Church gang. One of them rode without a seat, I kid you not. Another one rode without water. He said we weren’t going to be out long enough to need it. We rode almost 2 hours and it was 94 degrees at 7:00 P:M. When we said goodnight he was headed deeper into the forest by himself. That’s just how those boys do it. Everybody has to find their own way right?
Right. Dig it.
Me? I just flowed the whole time in that be like water way that happens when you get your mind out of the way and let the pedals do the thinking. I ain’t saying this was bike church, it was just a Monday night prayer supper, but that’s how you learn to ride on Sunday mornings when you have to reach deep inside and send some knee mail to get the ride done.
Are you smelling what I’m stepping in here?
“Monday night prayer supper, but that’s how you learn to ride on Sunday mornings when you have to reach deep inside and send some knee mail to get the ride done.”
That was a muscular sentence. I used to be okay with the fact that I would never be the writer you are, because I was faster. Now I am adrift.
Hmmmmm…. if you see my raison d’etre, lying around, would you clean it off and bring it to me?
*word veification was: pastors* I suppose when we keep writing blogs that look and sound like sermons it was bound to catch us
Church is for those who need to hear the word, need to be seen hearing the word.
Sounds like some of the true believers left church in search of a prophet, one who could shake their faith a little.
Sometimes you write like a knife-thrower. I like being pinned to the board.
By the way, your Church references drew all kinds of Christian marketing to your page via G-Ads.
Pinned to the board, I love that. And maybe you should heed the call and get thee to salvation.