We all go behind each others backs and tear each other down. We yak about how irritating people are, about how stupid the other guy is, how thick kids skulls are, and we point the finger are everyone. Well, there's three fingers pointing back! Tearing each other down and causing cliches does no good whatsoever. We throw people away like used toliet paper, however, everything we do is okay! It's alright for us to screw up here and there, and make a mistake, but hhhoooo when someone else messes up, watch out! Think about all the good times, the smiles, the laughs, we've all missed cause we've been mocking instead of talking. Geez-o-wiz, positive attitudes are a joke anymore. It's like if we're mad or aggravated, miserable, or sad, we have to make everyone else feel like trash around us. Throw a fit, toss a TV, tear each other down- does it really build us up when we step on each others hearts? Hearts are made of glass not of stone. They are meant to be held and polished, not spit and stepped on. "Oh, I'm not
happy here anymore so...forget everyone else I'm going to do what I think will make me happy." We throw away months, days, years, of friendships, loves, aquaintances, just so we can be "happy". One week one thing satisfies us, the next week we hate that same thing, all for what? My back is covered in scars and so is yours- if its not, then don't get your hopes up, unless of course, you are a brick wall. Otherwise, I see no point in anyone actually thinking that someone won't let them down. the word friend ends in "end", and too often true friends become true ends. Loyalty and unity are ruined by humanity. Hosed. We are all hosed. Is there hope? Someone we can rely on? Oh, yes! My bike! It never turns it's back on me, mocks me, or points the finger at me. I can erase it, right? Uhhhmm, yeah. That's why I rode with no cranks for at least three weeks, went without a bike for over a month when it got stolen in August, went without a bike for another month or so last winter sometime, when I cracked my frame and went through the "lifetime guarantee" runaround, my brakes constantly hassle me, rims continue to bend, yeah, it's reliable. No, really my hope is in Christ. My bike is a great way to escape from all the trash that society throws at us, and everyone has their own way to release, but my true hope and joy is found in Christ. Not in church every Sunday, some babbling pastor, a twisted school system,(most pastors and schools are not bad, but the ones that are stick out like a sore thumb). No, Christ, my friend, more than a friend- cause He won't let me down. "But when the hard times come, He's there for me, that's what He's about, As I fight I'm not alone Through the struggles I have grown, I failed Him before and I'll fail him over and over again, He promised me not to leave and with that how could I not win." (No Innocent Victim) When the hard times come He's not by my side, I'm in His arms. When everything goes wrong and my world blows up in my face, Christ is there- even before the smoke clears. In fact, He is
always there, but I'm not always with Him. It's my choice to be with him. Broken cranks, empty wallet, Dear John letter, vacant fridge, knife to the back, screw through the tire, how about a crucifixion, after being flogged, mocked, spit on, stripped, nearly nude, stabbed, and crowned with thorns? Christ is the answer.
Dave is a friend that I met up here at college. We go to Church together, and he is really crazy! He also writes a zine called "Mental Underground". It is about riding and Christ. Email me for his addy, if you want his zine.
and he will send you one, or maybe two, or three, you get the picture, and best of all, they are free! so you have no excuse not to write. thanks.
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