Your Buddy and Your Bike
Just after my first marriage began, thoughts of riding a motorcycle entered my mind. I took a class. I got my license. I bought a used Kawasaki. I rode it home and parked it in an old wood garage outside of a two bedroom farm house we rented for $300/month. The farm house was just off a road in West Knoxville that had not yet been consumed by the half million dollar homes that would eventually be planted there. It was a dead end road and was perfect for gatherings of friends.
At one of these gatherings, one of these friends said, “Can I take your motorcycle to the end of the road and back?”
My response was quick and I assured him that it would be fine with me, and it was. Down the road he rode as I listened to the motor’s pitch change with each shift of the gears. Before he returned, a silence fell on the road. We all came to the conclusion that he had stopped to talk to one of the neighbors and we went on with dinner. After a while, he came walking beside the motorcycle, with a worried and concerned look on his face. He crashed but was alright, though the motorcycle was not.
A few days later, I called another friend who had ridden for years. He came over and helped me fix my motorcycle. As we talked about what happened, he looked up at me and said, “Kevin, never let your buddy ride your bike.”
Immediately after that wisdom was shared, he sat on the seat of my motorcycle, started the engine, pointed to his motorcycle as if to tell me to hop onto it, and we rode to the mountains. When we traded rides in the mountains to go our separate ways, he never said a word about his previous statement. He just smiled and we rode back to Knoxville. There was his admonition, then there was his trust.
So it is with God. No matter how many times I have crashed, no matter how many times I have violated this or that law of the universe, no matter what destruction or damage I have left in my wake, God comes to where I am, helps repair the things that are in disarray, and gives me, of all things, trust. He trusts humanity, and you and I in particular, with not only executing His plan, but with creating His will. If this seems blasphemous, consider why we pray or petition God to do anything on behalf of others or ourselves. And as far as letting your buddy ride your bike? Let your buddy find his own ride. It is for you to live the life you have. But if at some point, you counted on someone to make you happy, on some material thing to give you joy, or on some job to give you meaning, God will get you back on the road.