The other day my son shared with me that my last couple of posts sounded 'angry'. I prefer to use the term 'spiritually provocative'. After all, the blog is entitled 'Praylium'
None-the-less I will heed my son's advice for a moment.
Still fresh from me being pulled off my bike by an angry suv passenger a couple of weeks back--our family was sitting around the kitchen table talking about our 'best bicycle rides'.
The ride was one of the shortest of my life-- four or five miles and it was on my wife's birthday.
Since it was winter and the weather certainly was not conducive (20 some degrees in January--but the roads were clear) we took our trail bikes.
We decided to go do a certain hill--just to say we did it.
I rode beside her and at the top we hugged and kissed and she was beaming.
My wife was in the middle of her chemotherapy treatments.
The hill we did that day had seen us through the years--when we first moved to that area, trailer-ing our son up it, barely making it up in the mid day sun, racing up it, and simply meandering up it---but nothing quite like that day. Weeks earlier we were in the ICU when her heart had stopped--now, well, we were climbing the hill.
I don't mean to preach--but here's a little more for you.
My wife was healed of cancer.
We then went to Medugorje (oh yeah, there's some hills there too--but you and I know what they stand for don't we now?)
And the rest?...well--it's kinda like a bicycle ride.
Thanks for reading.