One Sunday Morning...
It was the second weekend in August, 2005. My wife and I got up Sunday morning and she decided to go to church. As I had done so many times in the past I told her I wasn’t going. I probably used some lame excuse as I had always done. I was at a point in my life where God was not much a part of it and I was in control. I really didn’t care about anything except what I wanted to do.
She got ready and left for church. I don’t remember what I did but it probably had something to do with the Sporty. I spent a lot of time in my shop tinkering with saddle bag mounts, highway pegs and such. I was home when she got back and she told me I should have also gone. She then explained that several at church had gotten motorcycles and were riding together after church on Sundays. Even Pastor had gotten a bike. Needless to say I was back in Church the following Sunday.
That next Sunday after church several of us went on a ride. We left about 4pm and rode down through Oregon on Butter Creek Rd. It was a hot day, over 100 degrees when we left. We stopped at the top of Franklin Hill, elevation 3450 feet. What a view! You could see for miles. It really lets you experience God’s awesomeness when you view his creation from such a vantage point. We proceeded on down and into Pilot Rock for fuel. Then it was on to Pendleton where we stopped for dinner. By now it was dark and we headed back towards home over highway 37. It was still hot but down in the gullies it was pretty cool. It was 0ne of those nights when you didn’t know if you should put on the jacket or not. Once we hit Umatilla OR it warmed right back up. We finally got back home about 10:30 pm. It was a great ride but most all it was fun riding with the group from church. God was using this as a way to get me back into the fold. Little did I know what else God had in store…..
“I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.” Psalms 119:176 (NIV)
She got ready and left for church. I don’t remember what I did but it probably had something to do with the Sporty. I spent a lot of time in my shop tinkering with saddle bag mounts, highway pegs and such. I was home when she got back and she told me I should have also gone. She then explained that several at church had gotten motorcycles and were riding together after church on Sundays. Even Pastor had gotten a bike. Needless to say I was back in Church the following Sunday.
That next Sunday after church several of us went on a ride. We left about 4pm and rode down through Oregon on Butter Creek Rd. It was a hot day, over 100 degrees when we left. We stopped at the top of Franklin Hill, elevation 3450 feet. What a view! You could see for miles. It really lets you experience God’s awesomeness when you view his creation from such a vantage point. We proceeded on down and into Pilot Rock for fuel. Then it was on to Pendleton where we stopped for dinner. By now it was dark and we headed back towards home over highway 37. It was still hot but down in the gullies it was pretty cool. It was 0ne of those nights when you didn’t know if you should put on the jacket or not. Once we hit Umatilla OR it warmed right back up. We finally got back home about 10:30 pm. It was a great ride but most all it was fun riding with the group from church. God was using this as a way to get me back into the fold. Little did I know what else God had in store…..
“I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.” Psalms 119:176 (NIV)
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