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| Exactly what I saw...in a flash |
From morning through days end May 1st, 2015 was 'one of those'
most gorgeous of days. And whats a guy to do with a day like that, but to take
to the road on his Yamahaug. Yet, for its beauty alone is not reason enough
that this day will forever become etched into my memory.
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| Light bar & Headlight...in need of repair |
The morning had me traveling 15 miles south in order to hand
deliver a card of sympathy to a friend of more than thirty years. Her mother,
one of the 'League of Their Own' baseball players of the nineteen-forties and
fifties, had died the day before. And though I never had the privilege to know
Julie's mom, I know Julie. This past decade is nothing short of beauty of its
own in the manner in which she honored her mother through her care and love.
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| Crash Bar...Right side quite bent |
The afternoon had me dressed quite differently as I was
called on to usher for another friend of thirty years. This friend two weeks
earlier had died in an automobile accident. Yesterday we honored her life! A
life filled with music, a life filled with teaching and story telling. A life
with laughter, joy and the concern for
others. Barb, you will be missed.
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| Another view of the 'Crash Bar' |
Following the service, I quickly donned my motorcycle gear once
again to begin an hour ride south through the Creators beauty, called the
Willamette Valley. The sound of my cobra pipes, the wind and perhaps me singing
'How Great Thou Art' at the top of my lungs, were all the ingredients required
to make this yet another most wonderful ride. And then...Life is full of 'And
thens'. I was only ten minutes from arriving at my destination, 'Camp Koinonia' (where I was set to attend a
men's retreat) when in a sudden flash, one life was taken. Where the deer came
from and how I was able to keep the bike straight on course... I have not a clue.
What I know... that a life was sacrificed, and once again it was not mine.
Some two thousand years ago Jesus, the Messiah, was
sacrificed in my...in our place. As with the deer, I felt nothing, but have
everything to be grateful for. Mark Hall says, "Not because of who I am,
but because of what you've done. Not because of what I've done, but because of
who you are. I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow, a wave
tossed in the ocean, a vapor in the wind. Still You hear me when I'm calling,
Lord You help me when I'm falling, You told me who I am. I am Yours, I am
Yours....Whom shall I fear, whom shall I fear, because I am Yours".
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| A bit of 'Deer Fur' left behind |
At this moment, the significance of yesterday... I don't
know. What I do know is that I've been given some additional 'vapor time'. Thirty
years? Perhaps! Today, to listen, to not be distracted from life's interruptions.
Tomorrow...back on the Yamahaug! Oh, and the day after...removal of deer fur
and some repair for the Yamaha :)
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