Chris and I took a bike ride last
night. It was a pretty long one for us –
probably a couple of miles all told. We
rode down Pine Street to the road that leads to Weis Middle School. At least I think that’s what it is. The school district has used it for several
different things over the last few years.
To me it will always be Weis Jr. High, where I spent three of the
angstiest years of my life. Hey,
everyone’s jr. high years are angsty, whether they care to admit it or
not. It’s just something that comes with
being 12-14 years old. Now when I went
(back in the day), junior high covered 7th, 8th, and 9th
grades. 6th graders got to be
top dogs at the elementary school. 9th
graders didn’t have to enter the daunting world of high school. That was put off until they were “mature”
sophomores. I know the educational jury
is still out on that one, but in my experience working with youngsters, 6th
and 9th grades are pretty tough formative years in a teenager’s
life. The question at hand is, “Is it
better for those ages to be is a position of dominance suited to learning
responsibility or one of absolute subservience suited to learning … life ain’t
easy?” Seems to me the former makes more
sense. But no one has asked me lately.
Back to the bike ride. We wheeled our way through the streets of
Colony Park, Gulf Village’s upscale neighbor to the Southeast. We noticed that their Halloween decorations
were quite fashionable. Matched the very
nice homes. The decorations in our
neighborhood aren’t quite as expensive, but we tend to do a great job with what
we have. I’m especially fond of the gigantic
spider standing in one yard down the street from us. Literally takes up the whole yard. I heard he got bit by a human who had been
exposed to nuclear radiation. Not one of
those blow-up plastic things, either. This
one is homemade. He’s really cute. You ought to drive by and say hello. I’m trying to think of a good spider-y name
for him.
We finished our ride by completing a swing
through all the streets in our neighborhood.
That in itself is one mile, so if we add in the Colony Park experience,
surely we hit two miles. Hey, we might
be ready for a seawall ride pretty soon.
One thing though. I gotta get a
different seat for my bike. This one is
really uncomfortable. At least one of the
fat boy seats I have seen. Or better
yet, maybe one of those saddle jobs I saw at WalMart the other day …
Hebrews 12:28-29 says, “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let
us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our ‘God
is a consuming fire.’”
Father, thank you for some time with Chris
on our bikes last night. Exercise with
my best friend. Hard to beat that one. Amen.
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