My first and almost forced ride on a Honda Trail 90 interested me, watching Easy Rider in 1970 entranced me, but riding a Honda 350 Scrambler to Canada hooked me. Since then I’ve ridden about a quarter of a million miles in 46 states and three countries. Call me addicted, and I won’t argue. But to more than just my bike.
Once
under two minutes
I ate an entire berry pie
Thereby
proving my gluttony
winning the blue ribbon
losing my love for berries for years
But today
having ridden the Honda sport touring bike over 600 miles
having seen the massiveness of your mountains and the rolling green hills and verdant pastures
having smelled new mown hay and rain infused sage and mint
having viewed yearling deer grazing and red-tailed hawks soaring and chipmunks scurrying
having observed placid lakes and rushing rivers and slow irrigation ditches
my addiction to you
merely grows
Dictionary.com defines addiction as “being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.”
By that definition, I have an addiction to God. To seeing his majesty and power and love expressed in his creation. To establish regular practices that enhance my closeness with him. To wanting more of him. To need regular “fixes.” Of him and his creation that so well expresses his heart.
The foundation: the supreme worthiness of God. He changes my life for the better here, in ways I could never have imagined. So yes, I want more of him. I’m honored to know him. And his loss would bring the most severe trauma.
Kick Starting the Discussion
Based on the above, has God addicted you? Are you an abstainer or casual user? Why? Should you be where you are? Try to think of one area that lessens your closeness with God. Will that go with you into eternity? How can you change that?
NOTE: a more developed version of this post is Ch 44 in God, a Motorcycle, and the Open Road.