Saturday, October 27, 2012

God in the Everyday

They are like bees coming out of a hive, sounding irritated. Engines revving, the guy stands with his sign high in the air. The anticipation builds. Then the sign turns, the gate drops, and off they go! Buzzing around the track, they drop a booted foot at each turn and skirt their bike around it. The stench of exhaust muscling through the fresh air like a bully pushing in a crowd. Dirt goes flying as riders are neck in neck. Paramedics running, yellow flags waving to indicate a crash. It is the last night of "Friday Night Motocross" at the raceway and we could not miss it, of course.

The rainy months are here. Jack Frost blows in my face and I fold my arms tight against my chest. No wonder the races are over until the Spring. Who wants to ride in the cold precipitation on a saturated track? Not many, I suppose, hence the close of the season.

"It stinks around here," I say.

"I like it!" replies the Little Leaguer. He is geared up and ready to go...covered from head to toes---helmet, goggles, neck guard, jersey, gloves, chest protector, riding pants, and boots.

When it is his turn I follow him around the track with my eyes, standing on the tailgate like at the edge of a cliff. "Eyes in the sky," so I can see the entire course. Hubs positions himself in the center of the track as riders wind around him, over "table tops", around flat turns, and skimming the "whoops". He watches the Little Leaguer in the pack. Tenth place tonight. Not half bad for a beginner with a four stroke. Fumes hang in the air and attach themselves to clothes and hair, like those of a camp fire. It will take me forever to get the smell off.

But this is what the Little Leaguer currently loves. Who am I to take away such joy? Grades are good and attitude, decent. Six months of practice until the next races. The motos go quickly. We are done and leaving by 8:30 p.m....a record! Truly a sign that the interest (and crowds) are dwindling...until next year.

I am thankful for safe travel to and from this event and for a hedge of protection around the Little Leaguer as he participates in this worldly pleasure.
He will not let your foot be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all evil; He will keep your life.

The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.
(Psalm 121:3-8.)
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