We were out riding yesterday, perfect weather, back country, twisty roads. Most of the seventy five miles there wasn't a cage in sight.
Travel seventy five miles, just for the sake of riding, that is something most non-riders cannot wrap their mind around.
We saw a lot of different bikes out there, waving as our paths crossed. I have always thought motorcycles are cool. I like looking at them all and can appreciate the different styles. When I'm not riding, I'm often surfing the web looking at bikes. When I go to an event, I bring a camera and snap away.
I thought about the non-riders, how many of them are like me. We share that admiration for the motorcycles. But there is one huge difference between those of us who ride and those of us who do not.
The rider, throws his leg over and experiences the motorcycle in a way that goes beyond admiration. We are moving with the bike, we know how it feels, how it turns, we have tasted something that the non-rider cannot imagine.
Many approach Jesus
Christ that way. They admire him, they say he is a good teacher, an amazing man. But it stops there. They don't put their lives in his hands, they have not come to move with him, walk with him.
When people observe us on a motorcycle, many are tempted to join us. We have a neighbor who just this past weekend finally got her motorcycle! I'm sure she has been watching my wife and I roll out week after week. That has had to make an impact on her choice to get one for herself and ride.
Do our lives point to Jesus in the same way? Do we show how amazing it is to know him, to live for him?
Do we live our lives like an open invitation to
"Taste and see that the Lord is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge in him." Psalm 34:8 (NIV)
