It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here, for many reasons but the main one I’ll get to briefly. So if it seems that our riding season — sparse as it was — just kind of drifted from occasional outings to an indistinct conclusion, there are good reasons for that. Spokane BOMB has not disbanded, will not be abandoned. Of course I’ve been busy, but I’ll be honest, I just haven’t felt like updating things for a long time. But since winter and the season of Christmas brings with it opportunities for reflection and contemplation, and as I grasp a few moments of solitude looking at the blanket of white outside my window, I hope you will join me in that pursuit. Meditation usually brings clarity, at least to the present if not the future course of things.
Seeing the date of my last posting, for the evening ride on September 19th, brought with it a sharp and poignant reminder of how quickly life can change. I can’t even remember if anyone came out that day, though I’m sure we had a good ride if someone did. But it was the next evening, on Thursday the 20th, that a phone call from my older brother brought with it the news no one ever wants to hear. My 83-year old father, who had bravely battled back from bladded cancer treatment last winter, had been having recurring and more serious health issues for a couple of months. We had just enjoyed a few spectacular days together earlier in the summer when he visited Keirsten and I in Spokane, and his outlook seemed promising. When the diagnosis finally came, it was absolutely devastating: the cancer had returned and metastisized, and viable treatment just wasn’t possible. Our hearts broke as we realized the finality of those words. With my two brothers quickly mobilizing to arrange for hospice care and continuous visits from the three of us, we set about to honor and comfort him as he walked his final weeks on earth. We shared many blessings and glorious, memorable time with him and his friends during those weeks, and early in the morning of October 14th he slipped into the arms of Jesus (and got that glorious promised reunion with my mom, who had been waiting close to 5 years for him by then).
His loss, like that experienced by every one of us who has had to say good-bye to a loved one, left a big hole in our lives. While we rejoiced for his freedom from earthly woes and celebrated the truly remarkable life he lived, the ache of parting will be with us the rest of our lives. So in the tumultuous weeks and now couple of months that followed, it’s been difficult to try to regain my sense of balance and adapt to the new reality of not having him here. I have to remind myself when the tears start to build that he was ready, and willing, and able to peacefully move to his new home where Jesus Himself has “everything under control” (one of Dad’s favorite sayings).
Now, as we once again look over the threshold of a new year and the opportunity to make new beginnings wherever we choose (a reality of every day, but you know what I mean), I hope you will join me in prayerfully setting a new course for this fellowship in the coming year. One thing I’ve learned in my 55 years of walking this planet is that nothing stays the same for very long. Which is something we should celebrate and embrace, not resist! We all need a fresh vision from time to time, a spiritual tune-up of sorts, and a time of earnestly asking our God, “OK, Lord, what’s next?” I’ll save the actual planning and brainstorming sessions for the near future, but I want to invite you all to be asking that question as the new year beckons. And as you do, ask yourself if there is a role for you to play in the direction of BOMB, or an area where your unique gifts and talents would help keep the fellowship healthy and viable. Our vision isn’t to be the best Christian bike club in Spokane, but rather to glorify Jesus and share the good news of His coming, His salvation, and His eventual return with the world. Along the way, we can show others the fruit of His Spirit that lives within us by reflecting the love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control that He imparts to His followers. That would be my prayer for all of us in 2019, no matter if we ride as a group or not. But I sure hope we do!
And in that light, we will again begin the new year with a celebratory ride honoring another great man, our own Ted Moon, who passed away just a little over a year ago. Robert will be taking the lead on this event, which is by no means a BOMB-only invitation but one open to all who knew Ted and share his passion for riding — even in the middle of winter! Go here for details http://www.evergreeneast.org/bikers-join-in-numbers-to-celebrate-ted-moon/ and get set for another one-of-a-kind adventure in Ted’s memory. Reserve your fat-tire bike now (I think you’ll need it!) and come get 2019 off to a hopeful, exciting and exhilirating start!
May God’s blessings fill you all to overflowing as we let go of the current year and embrace the new! In His grace,