I wish that I could fully put into words my thoughts on how I am feeling about this life-ratifying expedition that is weeks from ending. However, portraying the emotions I am feeling is like trying to describe the color blue or yellow or any other color. Go ahead, try and describe a color without pointing to it or using the word. Colors are the worst in a game of charades. I can only put my particular state of mind into hand jesters and loud grunts. I would also declare that I am in a limbo state of mind because I'm not fully convinced that this 440-day voyage is coming to an end.
What is next? Where does one go after traveling the United States for fifteen months on a bicycle getting used to the ins and outs of the life on the road. Well I have a couple different options. I could either just go back to my everyday life and forget what I have learned and ignore the problem convincing myself that I have done enough to help. Or I could continue to step out in blind faith and walk through the door that Christ has opened for me.
The purpose of this bike trip is to get men to take a stand for the least of these: the vulnerable, widowed, orphaned, boys and girls, men and women, single parent, trafficked, homeless, impoverished, famished, and anyone else who needs to see the light in the darkness. We need the return of the gentlemen. The man who will lay down his own life for the prosperity of others.
I wonder how often people really think before they speak. Or if people really think that their words have no affect and what they say will just be passed off and not be challenged. I was stuck in between letting a social taboo go on without recognition and the fear of taking a stand, holding a difference of opinion which in the end gives way to being an outcast because I would appose the agreeing lemmings.
This journey has really shown me the true essence of real authentic hospitality. Many people know how to host someone, but few people know how to be hospitable. I guess what also helps in the situation is being able to see Christ’s hand in the matter as well. So let me tell you about a time when I had no place to stay for the evening and a radical situation presented itself.
A world without care seems like a very ideal world to live in, but so does making your friend touch an electric fence until he passes out on the ground. I used to think that living in a society where a “You do you just as long as it doesn’t affect me” mentality was a relatively smart way of going about things—until I went to New Orleans, LA.
This is a story about a police station lobby chair and a blanket. It was a long cold day and I didn’t have any arrangements for a place to sleep for the night. The previous night I slept in the chief’s office of a fire station. When I arrived to Slidell, LA, I decided to spend a little bit of time catching up on some work and munching on a Louisiana delicacy, a PoBoy. It was starting to get dark, so I figured I should try and find a fire station because they have been so helpful in the past.
I cried today. I had just spent the week with my mother which we filled with loads of exciting tourist traps, relaxing movie watching, museums and several meetings with churches and other organizations.
I dropped my mom off at the Atlanta, GA airport and I was taking the Ford f150 that we had rented back to its humble-abode; the car rental. When out of nowhere my eyes burst open like a fire hose putting out a burning building
Standing post my trusty steed, day dreaming about what the future roads may bestow, contemplating what greasy food I will let caress my amusement park slide of intestines with. When low and behold a little girl in hand-me-down tattered pajamas, no more then 7 years old, walks up to me with mom in tow with a heaping fist full of change.
Weird thought of the day, "I have hours to think!"
It was drawn to my attention how much men lust without even thinking about it. It has become part of the social norm, our daily agenda, and our routine.
Many people don't understand what the real problem is. Most of us can understand why Sex Trafficking is such a bad thing, but very few people understand why pornography is bad. Objectification of the human body is all around us. It is in grocery stores, on magazines, billboards, and televisions. I want to let people know why pornography destroys relationships, self-worth, sex life, and skews one's view on what love is supposed to be.
For those of you who are bikers, you will understand this very well. For those of you who are not, try thinking of geese. Either way, both parties should also be thinking about the correlation to life with this as well. When biking, sometimes our worst problem might be our tubes popping, others it might be a %11 grade hill, some might be traffic and cars honking at you, while others may even be the saddle and sitting for hours.
God has been showing up in the most amazing ways during this trip! When I was first planning this trip I was getting very discouraged because I had nothing really set in stone, no places to stay, eat, or speak at. But right off the bat I was welcomed into loving homes, and my belly full!
What are we about? Who is Break The Cycle? Well, simply put we are a nonprofit who is raising awareness about modern day slavery, specifically Sex Trafficking in America by putting on an tour called Bike Through Traffic.