I went to church today. Yes, I know it is Thursday. I have been to this church before. I have been touched beyond measure there, and I have been bored beyond belief. I haven’t been real regular as of late, but I had good excuses. This church is different. there are no chairs, no walls, no structures. There are no stained glass windows. No one delivers a sermon. This is the Church of the Greater Outdoors.
I mountain bike, and I live in Colorado. It is an obligation to enjoy the mountains frequently. I set out on my meditative ride with worship music playing on my MP3. Well, worship music if Oingo Boingo’s “Dead Man’s Party” can be considered worship. I would have to argue it is a statement about how we go through life existing rather than living abundantly.
Jesus was there, speaking as I rode. Letting the fear and turmoil of the world of structures disappear. The Holy Spirit opened my ears and eyes for the blessing and wonders around me. God held me close.
I peddled my prayers, turning over ideas with each stroke. I worshipped God through the revolutions of the wheel. I obeyed the doctrine of the dirt as it called out to me. I passed the other parishioners as I rode. I passed the cautious walkers. Slow and steady they walked, each step planned and guided. I caught the runners, pounding the doctrine with each step, methodical in their approach. I sped by the biker sitting comfortable on his full suspenion bike, ignoring the turbulance. Each person moving to sanctuary, to their salvation. I sweated, prayed, cried, laughed. I was exhausted and trail worn when I finished.
I wwent to church today-did you?