We all rode them as kids. The rite of passage was when the training wheels came off and Dad or Mom let go of our shoulder or back. A little road rash and a skinned knee later, we had our independence. Playing with our friends. Necessary or parentally mandated transportation to school.  Older, they become a means of exercise, easier on our joints and ligaments than jogging. I have always treasured bike riding as free transportation, good for the body and spirit, even a form of commuting to work. Even since breaking both hands from misjudging a curb, it has been a part of my life.

“Just like riding a bike”, we often say to someone who is trying to accomplish a task after a long lay-off. I wonder if that can apply to our faith life. After a prolonged absence from worship in church, would that saying work to the apprehensive returnee? I think it could, from the standpoint of the welcoming arms of our Father. Whatever judgment we may perceive, I know that God feels confident enough in us that he can safely remove the training wheels. Our souls may be bruised or scarred from bad experiences, but that certainly isn’t God’s fault. He encourages us to get back on and enjoy the ride – the free ride of His grace and unconditional love.

Pastor Art