I STILL...ride a bicycle. It's true, you never forget how. Two or three times a week, I settle into the seat, put my feet on the pedals, roll onto the road, and get a taste of childhood wonder. The wind in my face feels just as cool, the burn in my quadriceps is just as painful...and yes...I can still ride with no hands; the childhood wonder is still intact. Some days offer a greater taste of this wonder than others. Two weeks ago, I was rolling on Rivoli Drive and crossed over Bass Road. On my right was North Macon Presbyterian Church. Some children were riding their bikes in the parking lot under the watchful eye of their parents. A large puddle covered a section of the parking lot and the children were riding back and forth through mini water wonderland. I confess. I could not resist. My Cannondale R700 carbon fiber and aluminum road bike with precision Ultegra derailleurs and Shimano wheels costs way more than any of my childhood bikes - much too valuable to be riding through water hazards. And, I'm way older today - much too fragile to be riding though water hazards! But I had a great time splitting the puddle and spraying water from side to side. Everyone in the parking lot laughed at my diversion. I laughed...and I rode on my way...
 
I STILL...love attending our Christmas Eve Service. Some may feel their time is too valuable to stop and celebrate on that particular night. After all, they've attended the service before - multiple times. And there's only a limited amount of time to spend with visiting family and friends. And they're a lot older now. Isn't Christmas Eve for children? To all of those folk I would say, hop on a bike and ride through a mud puddle. Keep the wonder of your childhood and the mystery of the season intact. I'll see you on Christmas Eve!

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