Reading:  Matthew 14:29

“Come,”he said.
Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus.


Life is risk! If you walk long enough, you will trip. If you fly enough, you’ll have a few hard landings. If you ride a bike long enough, you will take a fall.

My Dad bought my first bike for me somewhere around my fifth birthday and I’ve been riding ever since. I ride six to eight thousand miles a year. My personal ride data tells me that I can expect a fall every ten thousand miles, and one in four falls will be bad. I have twice been hit by cars. I once hit a car… a parked car… in the company of a dozen other bike riders. I have twice been put down by another bike. I have been crashed by water on the road – sand in the corner – a pothole hidden by a shadow – and once by a pair of white Huskies. I’ve taken two trips to the emergency room. I’ve nursed about six feet of road rash. I’ve broken a hand, finger, pelvis, and sacrum. I’ve severed a tendon and suffered a concussion – maybe two. I’ve destroyed three helmets, two frames, and several sets of riding kits. You might think I’m a pretty poor bike rider. You might also think I’m a bit mad – you may be right, but if you want to live, you’re going to have to take a risk… and look on the bright side. By the numbers, I’ve got plenty of wonderful miles before my next big fall!


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