My workdays have been long these days, and the daylight hours here in Honduras are short. That means the Nite Rider is kept charged and ready for sneaking in a quick ride. My rides have been swift, knowing that the sun will soon set and the battery life isn’t what it was when I first bought my light. It’s motivating to spin faster and push harder knowing that the sun will soon disappear beneath the silhouette of the jagged Central American mountain ranges. Tuck this metaphor away for a moment: the sun will soon set.
Ok, change of topic:
Cultural learning: This month, many Catholics throughout Central America observe All Saints Day and other holidays by paying respects to deceased relatives. This tradition consists of maintaining grace sites, placing fresh flowers, and perhaps even bringing meals to eat (like a picnic at the graveyard).
Ok, now back to our regularly scheduled blog:
On a night ride last week, I climbed a nearby mountaintop right before the sun went down, and behind a grove of oak trees, I discovered a centuries old burial ground. Like a typical Central America graveyard, the crypts and mausoleums are above ground, and decorations are bright and colorful. I propped my bike against a tombstone, and took a stroll among the tombs to observe the names and years that the occupants of this picturesque hillside had lived. Certainly, some of the families buried here dated back to early Spanish colonial era.
As I wandered amongst the graves, eerie the silence was perforated by distant cheers and shouts as the local townspeople played the evening soccer scrimmage just across the meadow. The distant voices almost seemed to echo among the graves as if they were still full of life. The stark juxtaposition of a vibrant soccer game and the still, lifeless, scene really made me think (Not in a melancholy way, but rather in a convicting, exciting way): the living are all quickly heading towards this same end.
All share a common destiny—the righteous and the wicked, the good and the bad,[a] the clean and the unclean, those who offer sacrifices and those who do not.
As it is with the good,
so with the sinful;
as it is with those who take oaths,
so with those who are afraid to take them.
Time is short. Tick tock. Tick tock. The 12th chapter of Ecclesiastes explains with a poetic beauty the process of dying that awaits us all. The 9th chapter of Solomon’s book of wisdom gives the universal assurance that life is finite.
As a follower of Christ, this ought not discourage me. Rather, it ought to motivate me. Ride a little harder before the sun goes down. Squeeze in that dusk soccer game. But more than anything, my time and energy ought to be poured out knowing that many are rushing towards their graves without a saving knowledge of God’s remarkable plan to offer abundant life and relationship with Himself through Jesus Christ.
Hurry. Tell others that you love them. Explain to them Christ’s limitless love for them. Time is running out. Paul understood this, and the concept of being short of time governed his ministry of evangelism. Paul always understood that danger and death was just around the corner for him and that he might not have another chance to share Christ with someone. For that very reason, it would seem that Paul wasted very little time. In Ephesians 5:15-17, Paul imparts this wisdom to his brothers in Christ: Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
My prayer today is that Fully Packed and each of us men and women who passionately pursue sport and outdoor adventure would even more passionately use every ride, every hike, every camping trip, and ever camping trip to preach Christ and Him crucified.
Thanks and God Bless