On June 1st, we’ll be blessing the cyclists and their bikes at the end of the 10:30 worship—yes, even the ones with squeaky brakes and milk crates strapped to the back. I’ll be among them; helmet hair not being a problem.
I bike a lot. I ride to work, to the store, to appointments, and to meet friends. If there’s a reason to go somewhere and I don’t need to carry a washing machine, odds are I’m hopping onto two wheels. And yes, I ride year-round in Vancouver. It’s possible! Though, to be honest, my enthusiasm does wane slightly when the rain feels like it’s being fired from a pressure washer.
So, why do I bike? I was asked that recently, and I realized the answer isn’t just one thing—it’s a beautiful, pedal-powered pile of reasons. In no particular order:
So that’s why I bike. It’s practical, joyful, and—on good days—a little bit heroic. On June 1st, we’ll say a prayer for the cyclists (and for the cars not to hit us). Hope to see you there—whether you come on two wheels or just to cheer us on.