“But the nations became wrathful, and your own wrath came, and the appointed time came for the dead to be judged and to reward your slaves the prophets and the holy ones and those fearing your name, the small and the great, and to bring to ruin those ruining the earth.”
I thought of Revelation 11:18 when my daughter and I rode through our county park earlier today, only two days after the ill-mannered revelers trashed this beautiful park in the name of fun. They are the concert-goers that I spoke of during Sunday’s escort ride, causing massive traffic jams before sunrise in an attempt to enter the park for the chili cook-off and country concert.
After riding through tons of trash and over heaps of broken glass on and around all of the bike trails, there are no words to express my abhorrence with much of the human race. It’s a miracle that we didn't end up with flat tires. I might add that the buzzards were having a field day!
Regardless of the above, Diane and I enjoyed our eight-mile ride. We went down memory lane when we passed by the high school where Diane’s daughter, my granddaughter, graduated.
Diane is doing quite well with her bike riding. Her first ride was one mile, second ride was six miles, and today’s ride was eight miles. Her next ride will be double numbers. Soon, she will be joining me on many of my longer mountain bike rides.
She’s turning out to be a wonderful wheel mate.
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