Flying

Haze envelops the base of Big Bear Mountain.  The morning dew shimmering sparkles as the sun lightly touches the silver edges of the clouds.  Glistening.  Through the mist, a rumble could be heard.  Growing louder and louder.  Two moto riders, Abe and Rowe, on their bikes, break through the fog.  Whipping breeze, a glorious landscape encircles them, thunderous roaring engines, a subtle scent of deciduous trees...even the gentle wind tastes delectable.  As if on cue, Abe takes both of his hands off the handlebars, extending them outwards.  Flying.  His arms remain outstretched for a full minute.  No fear of losing control...ultimate submission.  Worshipping our magnificent King, amidst His scenic creation... 

Riding a motorcycle is analogous to flying.  Free as a bird.  Every sensation is heightened: sight, sound, touch, smell, and even taste.  God gives wind to our ride, gliding free from the shackles of this world.  As He says, "...but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles..."

This Saturday will be aHbe Racer's third event, held at the Riverside Airshow.  Excited anticipation, "Do we have enough shirts to sell??  Who will be there??  Will our booth be in a good location?  Is it going to rain??"  Momentarily putting our queries aside, we let Him do the flying.  Our arms remain outstretched, humbled to be on His ride...through the fog, soaring...as the wheels are spinning...