My first real bicycle was given to me when I was a teenager. A racing bike with drop handlebars and centre-pull brakes. I drove it to death. The derailleur gears didn’t work, so I cycled everywhere in high gear, navigating slopes not by changing down, but by standing up and pedalling. It was only when the teeth on the back-wheel cog had got so worn that they were more like spikes that I finally spent any money on the bike and got a new set of cogs and the derailleur fixed. But even now, cycling in low gear seems wrong!
Growing up in a family that never had a car, the bike just opened up massive new horizons. You could cycle far into other counties, beyond Wigan, through Warrington, into the middle of nowhere – the only security you needed was your puncture outfit.
To get to University it was cycle to Wigan on the bike, packed rucksack on my back, train to Leicester, cycle to where I was staying. Door to door.
It definitely wasn’t Red Bull that gave me wings, but Two Wheels. No lycra, no helmet, no gloves, just bicycle clips.
The Holy Spirit is not a bicycle, but he is the means by which we travel beyond horizons we didn’t even know were there. Jesus described him as the “along-sider,” though this may be translated as Comforter or Paraclete, it does mean powerful companion.
So, in the nicest possible way, may I encourage you to ‘Get On Yer Bike?’