Easter Sunday. As I sit in my “Kermit chair” sipping a XX, I can’t help but reflect this week’s ride with God. All week leading to Easter has been a blessing, the car accident, the complication with the neighbors, even the hoops I jumped through to bring gas to a stranded son on his bike. Yes, blessings this week have been abundant in the face of drama, drama because my life has been chalked full of tragedy and trauma, as many of our lives may have been. Drama, it oozes thick through the Mullins’ household like that jelly-like substance I would find in Stretch Armstrong when he got stretched a little too far. Thick, because I have three teenage sons in my home and I’m married. For those who aren’t married, news flash… drama, learn to live with it; XX helps. (note: XX, Budweiser, Corona, or your adult beverage of choice can really sooth the savage beast when dealing with life.) Yes, I know this may come as a shock to some, but some Christians drink beer, keeps us grounded; some of us are even bikers, I know, hard to believe.
So, back to the week leading up to Easter, Wednesday was a real winner, lets not dwell on that day, suffice to say, that my prayers, and the prayers of the VP’s ole lady, Rhonda, have had a divine difference in my being able to deal with it and focus on what God was trying to show me. March is my favorite time of the year, Rhonda and I were married in March, two years ago, by our club president Charles Goldsmith, and for me, it’s the perfect time of the year to ride. Most, and sometimes all of my riding is back and forth to work, on the night shift, that doesn’t make for a very enjoyable ride, but it beats driving. Because of this, I try to get out on the weekends and make a ride, usually to get ethanol-free gas in the bike, but just getting out in the day time with no place I have to be; that’s my real sanity lever, like most of you reading this entry, you know the purity of the ride, and it’s the essence of that purity that leads me to this entry.
Rhonda and I woke to the music of Tim McMorris, “overwhelmed” on her iPhone alarm at 5:30. We slowly rolled out of bed on the third snooze event and started our day: I started the coffee pot, and Rhonda started the shower. Our daily ritual started, we were ready to go with our son, James, to The Grace Place Church by 8:00 to prep for the Easter Service our church has at the Enterprise Performing Arts Center located in the Enterprise High School, where two of our boys are juniors, James and Cody. Rhonda and I sing in the choir, and though very rewarding like any ministry it comes with its sacrifice, it can wear you out, and of course requires time, time away from…
So after two wonderful services, Rhonda, myself, and James made our way home. It was good to see the club family at church today; it truly warms my heart to see the officers assembled in the chapel. The Prez was headed home to smoke a pork, and do some Easter cooking, and I felt the road calling, to my surprise, Rhonda was up for a ride too. So after coming home from church service, Rhonda and I dawned our cuts and riding gear and headed out. Rhonda was in the mood for an omelet, so brunch it was at the Huddle House in Enterprise. Cody, my son rode over after work, to say “Hi” and get gas money, it’s tuff being a teenager, or so I’ve heard. After brunch, Rhonda and I saddled up on Ursula, my beloved 2005 R1200RT BMW, my first bike, and took off to Dothan. Folks, I’m basically blogging about a Sunday ride, but I can’t think of anything else worth sharing more on the internet. On the way to church this morning, I explained in my usual dry manner to James, my interpretation of the colors of spring, the purple wisteria, the crimson azaleas, the snow white dog woods. I said, “It must be a coincidence that nature is alive with royal purple, pure white, and blood red crimson plants on Easter weekend, or a divine reminder of the crucification and resurrection of a Jewish carpenter’s son that occurred in the city of Jerusalem in the province of Judea, I choose the latter, I don’t believe much in coincidence. So yes, the wisteria, azaleas, and dogwoods were in such fantastic beauty, my head would turn with the blur of color, from time to time. Traffic had picked up since early in the morning, I would occasionally reach back and caress Rhonda’s left leg, I noticed her new seat cushion though elevating her nicely to be able to see over my head, it didn’t allow me to reach the same places as before. I love my wife. She is the living manifestation of God’s promise a life lived abundantly if I just have faith in him. I love slipping through the wind with my riding partner, holding me, laughing as I do a couple of loops around the only round-about in Dothan and then off to Pinckard, and Newton, Fort Rucker, and then home to Enterprise. I know this isn’t the epic ride to thunder beach story you the reader may find entertaining, reading in a popular motorcycle magazine, but I’m trying to share with you the wonders of an ordinary life, filled with the abundance of grace one can only attain through a belief, a belief in something bigger than oneself. I love my Lord Jesus Christ and what he has done for me. Whether I’m at the top of the mountain, gazing out across the lower peaks popping up here and there above the clouds below me, or down in the lush green valley meadows and crystal waters, fiddlers green I am in the right place, my life is full, I am so loved, my cup over flows. Ride with me, let me show you His love.
So, back to the week leading up to Easter, Wednesday was a real winner, lets not dwell on that day, suffice to say, that my prayers, and the prayers of the VP’s ole lady, Rhonda, have had a divine difference in my being able to deal with it and focus on what God was trying to show me. March is my favorite time of the year, Rhonda and I were married in March, two years ago, by our club president Charles Goldsmith, and for me, it’s the perfect time of the year to ride. Most, and sometimes all of my riding is back and forth to work, on the night shift, that doesn’t make for a very enjoyable ride, but it beats driving. Because of this, I try to get out on the weekends and make a ride, usually to get ethanol-free gas in the bike, but just getting out in the day time with no place I have to be; that’s my real sanity lever, like most of you reading this entry, you know the purity of the ride, and it’s the essence of that purity that leads me to this entry.
Rhonda and I woke to the music of Tim McMorris, “overwhelmed” on her iPhone alarm at 5:30. We slowly rolled out of bed on the third snooze event and started our day: I started the coffee pot, and Rhonda started the shower. Our daily ritual started, we were ready to go with our son, James, to The Grace Place Church by 8:00 to prep for the Easter Service our church has at the Enterprise Performing Arts Center located in the Enterprise High School, where two of our boys are juniors, James and Cody. Rhonda and I sing in the choir, and though very rewarding like any ministry it comes with its sacrifice, it can wear you out, and of course requires time, time away from…
So after two wonderful services, Rhonda, myself, and James made our way home. It was good to see the club family at church today; it truly warms my heart to see the officers assembled in the chapel. The Prez was headed home to smoke a pork, and do some Easter cooking, and I felt the road calling, to my surprise, Rhonda was up for a ride too. So after coming home from church service, Rhonda and I dawned our cuts and riding gear and headed out. Rhonda was in the mood for an omelet, so brunch it was at the Huddle House in Enterprise. Cody, my son rode over after work, to say “Hi” and get gas money, it’s tuff being a teenager, or so I’ve heard. After brunch, Rhonda and I saddled up on Ursula, my beloved 2005 R1200RT BMW, my first bike, and took off to Dothan. Folks, I’m basically blogging about a Sunday ride, but I can’t think of anything else worth sharing more on the internet. On the way to church this morning, I explained in my usual dry manner to James, my interpretation of the colors of spring, the purple wisteria, the crimson azaleas, the snow white dog woods. I said, “It must be a coincidence that nature is alive with royal purple, pure white, and blood red crimson plants on Easter weekend, or a divine reminder of the crucification and resurrection of a Jewish carpenter’s son that occurred in the city of Jerusalem in the province of Judea, I choose the latter, I don’t believe much in coincidence. So yes, the wisteria, azaleas, and dogwoods were in such fantastic beauty, my head would turn with the blur of color, from time to time. Traffic had picked up since early in the morning, I would occasionally reach back and caress Rhonda’s left leg, I noticed her new seat cushion though elevating her nicely to be able to see over my head, it didn’t allow me to reach the same places as before. I love my wife. She is the living manifestation of God’s promise a life lived abundantly if I just have faith in him. I love slipping through the wind with my riding partner, holding me, laughing as I do a couple of loops around the only round-about in Dothan and then off to Pinckard, and Newton, Fort Rucker, and then home to Enterprise. I know this isn’t the epic ride to thunder beach story you the reader may find entertaining, reading in a popular motorcycle magazine, but I’m trying to share with you the wonders of an ordinary life, filled with the abundance of grace one can only attain through a belief, a belief in something bigger than oneself. I love my Lord Jesus Christ and what he has done for me. Whether I’m at the top of the mountain, gazing out across the lower peaks popping up here and there above the clouds below me, or down in the lush green valley meadows and crystal waters, fiddlers green I am in the right place, my life is full, I am so loved, my cup over flows. Ride with me, let me show you His love.