Like a scene from a postcard you would buy in a little shop while on vacation was the weather in the high country this past Saturday. Chilly in the morning especially in the shadows, the day warmed up to a respectable 67 degrees at about 3 pm.
I met my biking buddy Glen at the Riverfront Store at 12:30 and we took off northwest on Railroad Grade Road through Todd to Three Top Road and then on to Highway 88—a round trip ride of 32 miles. And for mid October in the mountains, the weather was picture perfect.
It was the type of fall weather that outdoor fairs were made for—cars lined up and down the road on both sides—muisc playing in the distance and the smell of hotdogs and other fair-food filtering through the air. People were everywhere as we wound our way through the narrow road about four miles into our ride—cars backed up looking for parking spaces and people standing in the street talking to one another as if nothing else mattered.
With all that is going on in the world it is amazing to me that we are somehow allowed to inhabit this space of time and find such enjoyment in the act of simply living. Not quite a dichotomy but somewhere in between and softer and more mysterious somehow. This reality of work-week and weekend—my time and your time and our time together—fits like a glove yet is as fragile as an ocean eco system.
Life is precious and by this time in my journey I have finally figured out incomprehensbile at times.
A bible verse comes to mind as I write: Luke 17:26. Asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would be coming Jesus replied that it wouldn’t be coming with careful observation because the kingdom of God is within us. And then he went on to say in verse 26:
“Just as it was in the days of Noah, so also will it be in the days of the Son of Man. People
were eating, drinking, marrying and being given in marriage up to the
day Noah entered the ark. Then the flood came and destroyed them all.”
I don’t know about you but this is one of those pictures that has been stuck in my mind for a long time. Things were normal and then they weren’t all in the space of seconds. I guess this is why as I passed through another beautiful day I was struck by the delicateness of it all. You don’t often think of the the earth spinning in space on its’ angled axis and revolving around the sun as being delicate. It all seems so large and impersonal. All the countries spread out on the globe as we see it in pictures taken from spacecraft hovering above us.
Each of the little specks of humanity that cover the earth has a story—a beggining and an end and a middle part.
There is history and there is today. The grass around our houses grows and we buy a mower at Lowes to cut it down. We are free yet we are tethered to a plot-line that hasn’t been fully developed. Or maybe it has been and that is what all this blogging is about—an attempt to make sense of something that really can only be understood after we have graduated from this place and enter into eternity—of which I can say that that ship has already begun her trip many, many years ago.
We are on-board the big story and attending at the same time the small ones that surround us and make up our days.
Like bike riding on a beautiful fall day in the mountains of North Carolina.
It is a gift and I want you to know that I really do appreciate it. I don’t deserve it—yet it is for this very day that I was created—to feel my heart and lungs and other parts of my body—each doing their jobs well on this perfect Saturday.