Let all that has been Concealed
Be Revealed.
Father, We Pray For The Peace Of Jerusalem,
According To Your Will and Promise.
We Pray That You Will Forgive The Sins
of Our Own Nation,
and Lead us all to Godly Repentance.
Create in Us Clean Hearts, Oh LORD,
and Renew a Right Spirit Within Us.
This we Pray Together,
As We Await Your Messiah,
Blessed Be He,
To Set Up His Kingdom,
And Make All Things Right.
God Bless America.
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After nearly 11 hours on the road on a Harley Davidson Sportster, I was really shook up. You see, back in those days, the Sportster did not have a rubber-mounted engine...it was bolted directly onto the frame. And so, it rattled your bones mercilessly. At a lower speed, or when there wasn't any wind, the vibration was mellow and soothing, but as soon as the wind picked up, it wasn't nice at all. And so, I resolved to trade the Sporty in at the nearest Harley Davidson Dealership (which was in Hampton Roads, VA) and ride home on a newer, heavier bike with a rubber-mounted motor. (Ah, the wonders of credit-card living!)
To get to the Dealership, we had to traverse the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. This marvel of engineering is 22 miles long and alternates from bridge to tunnel and tunnel to bridge for the entire span. Since I am not afraid of an adventure, we opted to go that way instead of snaking around for miles to avoid it. So we paid the toll and proceeded across.
The "Tunnel" parts were easy., but each time we emerged from the tunnels onto a bridge portion, the wind battered and buffeted me on the Sportster as if I were in a North Atlantic storm. There was no turning back, and I just had to hold on, wrestling with the wind to keep the bike on the road. Then, a plunge into the cool dark tunnel for a mile or so, and then, back out into the wind for another wrestling match with the elements.
When we finally got to Hampton Roads, I traded in the Sporty for Blue, my current bike, a 1993 FXR Superglide. It has a bigger, rubber-mounted engine, sits low to the ground, and is much heavier. Even so, it is easier to handle than the Sporty. I have been riding it ever since, and have had to wrestle a few times, but nothing like what I went through on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel.
The Sportster had a distinctive paint job that I did myself. I got a report that it was still tooting around Virginia with its new owner. I sure hope they avoid that Bridge!
In the Steppenwolf song "Born to Be Wild", the lyricist sings of "Wrestling with the Wind". I know what it feels like. The Wind can't be seen, but you can still wrestle with it. There is no way to defeat the wind, because it goes wherever it wants to and is beyond human strength. It is like Jacob wrestling with God. There would be no way he could win, but God allowed him to wrestle until daybreak, and then...ZOT! God merely touched Jacob's inner thigh and defeated him instantly. With this, Jacob became a New Creature with a New Name. He was no longer "Jacob", the grabber and schemer, but now, humbled, he became "Israel", "He Who Wrestles With God."
Amen
Amen