A Trip of Life

my mind has been churning for a few weeks now. it has also been a while since i have written something. it is obvious to me now as i type, and my fingers struggle to find the right keys. but now i have something to write. something that has been churning i my mind and my heart for the last few weeks, and i now feel has become something worth writing.

a few weeks ago i spent a bit of time in a hospital. it was not for my sake, so i thought. nothing was wrong with my body, i was not there to receive treatment for anything. instead i was there with Amanda while her sister had surgery. but on one of the days we were there i saw something that i kept to myself, something that almost brought me to tears, and still does.

we think of bikers as big and tough, or at least i do. but on this day, as i stepped closer to the elevator to ride up to the room, i passed an older man dressed to ride a bike, long beard and mustache, wiping tears from his eyes. it was subtle, like a little prick of a small needle. like time froze and i heard a whisper. God was showing me something here, and He has to this day not left me alone about it.

i dont know what this man was crying over that day, but at that point i realized something i had never realized before. we as a people have hospitals for what? to cure and fix. but despite all our efforts and victories to make ourselves better, we will always be broken. we will always come to an end. it is part of our fall, part of being finite.

within the walls of hospitals we find life and death, victories and failures. but this is not the only thing i believe God was showing me, but a bridge to His point. a reminder of His calling in my life, if you will. no, He has not called me to be a doctor or work in a hospital, but He has called me to work with His people, and His creation. He has charged me with carrying forth a message of life to those who are broken and dieing.

see, we humans seem to have this idea that we can fix anything. that we can find a cure to fix us all. i see different. there is something about us, our brokenness that cannot and will never be fixed by anything we do. this is the point. since the fall of Adam and Eve in the garden, we have tried to find that cure, and God is telling us no. not that it cannot be found, but that it can not be found or achieved within us, by our own doing. our brokenness, our disease that all man carries can only be curred by Him, through His gift to us......Jesus. there is no other way, no other religion or person, except Jesus Christ.

this is the cure you will not find in a hospital. it is funny it took God getting me some 650 miles out of my comfort zone to open my eyes to this. that there is no amount of Bible reading or prayer or fellowship or anything else that can cure this sickness. though they help strengthen us, they are not the cure. i have to admit that this is what i have been wrestling with in my life as of late. and i feel God reminding me that it is not these things i should rely on to get me through, but Jesus Himself. it is not my prayers or my devotions that save me, it is He. and in realizing this fact, i must pursue these habits to grow stronger.

it has taken a few weeks; even now as i write this, things are coming together in my head. it is an issue of faith, one of trust. upon whom does my heart lie? myself, the things of this world? because if this is the case, my heart tells me i will find no peace, no true rest........no cure. but we have been offered something great, by one who Himself is the greatest. a gift that cures all brokenness. will you accept it?

will you take a trip of Life?

or maybe you are like me, you have taken the gift. maybe you are like me, and you have found yourself needing to re-examine where your heart lies. let us not put that off. for the longer we do so, the greater the distance becomes between us and He whom we should rest upon. this my friends, is a great tragedy i do not want to be a part of. let us take what we know in our heads, and place it in our hearts as well. let us take what we know in our hearts, and live it out amongst those who do and do not.

will you join me on this journey?