My favorite saying as a young kid in recovery was, “Jesus Christ on a pogo stick”. Now, without sufficient explanation many would make the assumption the saying was “taking the Lord’s name in vain”. They would be wrong. Incorrect. Mistaken. Let’s just take the religiosity out of this for a minute, too – just let go of the biases for just long enough to read this post…
Jesus walked everywhere he went, well, maybe he rode a camel or two in his day but let’s not get lost in the forest, Forrest. Point is, the only thing Jesus had for transportation back then had to do with animals or putting one foot in front of the other. Then they killed him by nailing him up on a cross and stabbing him in the side when he was just close enough to death for their liking. It’d be a rough way to go.
So imagine, in that context, what Jesus would do with an actual, real pogo stick. Imagine the laughter at bouncing around on such a novel little item that we take for granted.
Imagine Jesus on a bicycle… even a beach cruiser, he’d be grinning ear to ear, but give him a helmet, some cycling shorts, sunglasses, a decent jersey, a 15-pound aero-bike and a straight-line descent where he can top 55-mph on a perfectly sunny, 80° day.
I can only imagine, but it’s not too much of a stretch because I know what that does for me.
Recovery and cycling are my little slice of Heaven right here on earth. Sure, life can be tough now and again, but this too shall pass. I believe God smiled when the bike was invented, and He gets a kick every time one of us gets outside and marvels at the gift we’ve been given. Good times and noodle salad, my friends. Ride hard. Ride often.