I shifted from second to third, and I came off the seat.

While my friends were off roading where I couldn’t take my car, I was riding a 450 dirt bike. If you don’t know, 450’s are huge, powerful machines that weigh a ton. I started the day on a 125, then rode a 250, and am now riding a 450. This is only my second day riding a bike, and the first time was a few years ago.

There is nothing like riding a dirt bike, once you get a handle on it, it like riding a bike, with a sports car engine. You shift and turn and go up and down. It is freeing and empowering at the same time.

Anyway, the 450 is a strong strong bike. I slid when I shifted from second to third doing about 45 mph. I held on though and didn’t die. I rode around a little more, and since I haven’t seen Steven or the two 15 yearold girls that he rode off with in a while, I went to go look for them. I kind of headed out where they last were, and was taversing this hillside. This hillside was made up of bumps and rocks and slick grass and loose dirt, and I couldn’t ride it that well. I kept killing the bike and having to start it again. Then it wouldn’t start anymore.
Steven and the girls come out of nowhere and said they were stuck. They walked up further and I tried to get the bike started and go and help them find some one with a truck. After about fifteen minutes I figured out I needed a truck also.
No truck being handy and myself being the only one, I had no other choice but to push the bike up the hill I was going across. 450s are heavy bikes and that hill was a mean one. Needless to say, 45 minutes later I got the 300lb bike up to the top.
Exausted, I sat there and then out of know where the owner of the bike and father of one of the girls came up and asked me where they were and why I stayed out past dark. Right then they come up in another truck with some guys he didn’t know and I was kind of out of that conversation.
He ended up getting the bike started by popping the clutch and I got back to the house. Only to realize that I was almost 2 hours late to a party that I was supposed to go to. Steven had two trucks helping him and me and my car wouldn’t be much use, but I called them anyway. They had it all covered.

But later I found out they didn’t…

When I was young, the smallest trick of light,
Could catch my eye,
Then life was new and every new day,
I thought that I could fly.
I believed in what I hoped for,
And I hoped for things unseen,
I had wings and dreams could soar,
I just don’t feel like flying anymore.
When the stars threw down their spears,
Watered Heaven with their tears,
Before words were spoken,
Before eternity.

Dear Father, I need you,
Your strength my heart to mend.
I want to fly higher,
Every new day again.

When I was small, the furthest I could reach,
Was not so high,
Then I thought the world was so much smaller,
Feeling that I could fly.
Through distant deeps and skies,
Behind infinity,
Below the face of Heaven,
He stoops to create me.

Dear Father, I need you,
Your strength my heart to mend.
I want to fly higher,
Every new day again.

Man versus himself.
Man versus machine.
Man versus the world.
Mankind versus me.
The struggles go on,
The wisdom I lack,
The burdens keep piling
Up on my back.
So hard to breathe,
To take the next step.
The mountain is high,
I wait in the depths.
Yearning for grace,
And hoping for peace.
Dear God…
Increase.

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.
Jesus Christ, light of the world burning bright within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition,
without a beginning or an end.
Here’s my heart, let it be forever Your’s,
Only You can make every new day seem so new

Tuesday – Lost Season 3 afterwork with some Heroes thrown in for some extra measure. Walmart and money spending.

Wednesday – Class which was making four prints, then home for Mission Impossible

Thurday – “Jack is dead, Claire!” Work, then laundry (lost again), then worship practice, then starbucks with an old friend.

Friday – Some good times, some good tacos, some good friends, and a movie that was pretty much “blood diamond” all over again without the african kids…

Saturday – Got up early, fed the stinky dog and the others, cooked a giant breakfast, sat in schnoogs for a while, sat at home, went back to the school house (again…), went to the mexican resturant that no one knows how to say the name, went to walmart, starbucks, walmart, steven’s house, blades of glory, bed.

Sunday – Got up early (way too early),  fed the stinky dog and others, went to church, played with a hurt finger, went to my parents’ house, watched stupid movie, went to birthday party, went to chinese food, went to bed.

Monday –  Wrote this post. Got an 85% on my midterm.

Bill Johnson quote of the week: “The more intentional ministry become the more opportunity for ministry to be come hype.”