Shield’s Cycling Part 2

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By David Freeze

Shields Cross Country Cycling, Part ll

    This is the continuation of last week’s column recapping Dave and Patty Shields on their cycling adventure from San Diego, California to St. Augustine, Florida.

    Dave Shields said, “The biggest highlight of our journey was the people! Beyond our fellow riders, who would do anything to help us keep going (fix a flat, loan tools, offer words of encouragement), the locals we interacted with were great!  Whether it was the infinitely courteous drivers, people in restaurants and convenience stores, they were all very nice to us, giving us space on the road and asking about our trip experience. Despite what the news tries to do to scare us, we are always going to remember that the people of this country are good.”

     He continued, “The worst moment of the trip was the entire ride from Douglas, Arizona to Rodeo, New Mexico.  Patty and I were biking together for 54 miles into a 30-mile headwind.  The wind made it feel like a 100-miler. As usual, I was in front, drafting for Patty the entire distance.  It took hours and was absolutely exhausting for both of us. I pretty much collapsed at the end of the ride.  Riding through a sandstorm towards Marfa, Texas was also a challenge, and a first. Another bad moment was when I discovered a cracked bike frame and realized what could have happened had the bike broken while riding fast.”

   After the couple reached St. Augustine Beach, Dave said, “I walked into the Atlantic Ocean, looked into the sky, and felt my dad’s presence. He left us in May 2022. He was physically there when I finished the Ironman, and he was there spiritually for my AT hike and our Bike Across the USA. He was saying, “You did it!”

    Patty had a few tears upon reaching the Atlantic Ocean, knowing she had completed the toughest endurance activity in her life. She said, “It really hasn’t sunk in, completing this 3000 mile journey. Maybe that’s because I took it one day at a time.”  Dave assured her, as time passes, the reality of what she achieved will sink in. 

    The couple had done their research on the tour, and the tour company did a great job preparing them, so there weren’t many surprises. Dave said, “One day, I am sure when looking back, we’ll be somewhat impressed on completing the journey.”

    I asked, “Will you do it again? Why or why not? If again, what area might be next?” Dave said, “No. It was a once in a lifetime event, and when it comes to these types of events, they aren’t the same adventure as a repeat. My endurance bucket list is empty, and Patty never had one! That being said, the East Coast Greenway tour (Canada/Maine border to Key West, Florida) looks a bit tempting.”

   When asked if any healing is required or is there anything you wish you would have done differently, Dave replied, “We just need some rest. The one thing I regret is not having bought Patty a better bike. It was heavier and did not roll as well as the other bikes.  As a relative novice, she needed every advantage possible, and in cycling, you can buy that advantage.”

    Dave said, “I am a very intense and focused athlete, sometimes to my own detriment. While I could have done the ride on my own, but without Patty, it wouldn’t have been half as much fun.  Although I did have a few days where she cut me loose to ride as hard as I could, the many days I spent with her helped me to really enjoy the ride, including the scenery, the food, and the people. I also saw in her the athlete that I met 40 years ago re-emerge and realized what a strong person she is, both mentally and physically.”

    The couple was blessed with only 30 minutes of rain the whole trip, which was like an endless summer with a fair amount of wind. Dave added, “We now understand that when we’re driving down the road and see a cyclist not riding on the shoulder, its likely they’re not being rude.  Most likely the shoulder has an unrideable rumble strip, is crumbling, has dangerous trash on it, or has a combination of the above. We’re going to be a little more understanding, and patient, with other cyclists.”

     Our next race coming up is the Ed Dupree Memorial 5K and Fun Run. The race is headquartered at the East Rowan Stadium with the 5K beginning at 8:30am and the fun run following at about 9:30am. The race benefits the Novant Health Foundation and the Ed Dupree Scholarship Fund at East Rowan High School.

    Look for this race and more upcoming events at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org

Lynna’s “R” & The Longest Psalm

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By Lynna Clark

“Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him.” -Psalm 37:7

It’s hard to wait. And it’s REALLY hard to rest while waiting. Like the “Q” verse from yesterday, the Lord reminds us it is a choice to rest in Him. “In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength. But you would not.” -Isaiah 30:15

I plan to undo the end of that verse by choosing to trust. Psalm 46:10 tells us to “Be still and know that I am God.”

Rest; Be Still; Practice Quiet confidence; Lord help me. I believe. Help Thou my unbelief.

There are a lot of great truths in Psalm 119. But holy cow. Talk about wordy. 176 verses. Don’t worry. I’ll pick out five of the best. Today our verse is Psalm 119:105. “Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.” Someone wiser than me pointed out that a lamp, especially in those days, only lit one step at a time. I don’t love that. I want to see the whole path. Apparently that is not God’s way. So! I need to slow my roll. Sorry. I can’t sound cool even when I repeat what cool people say. Annyyywayyy…

One step at a time Lord? I don’t much like the idea of that. But I do feel better when I forget my worries about what comes next. My prayer for today repeats an old hymn. I ask Lord, for “strength for today, and bright hope for tomorrow.” Illuminate each step. Light my path by Your wisdom. Guide me with Your truth. Hold my hand and walk with me. It’s good to be in Your care.

Thank You Lord. In fact, thank You that I DON’T know the future. It would probably scare me to death.

photo credit: Seabert Pittman, my daddy

The Heart Behind the Holiday

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By Ashlie Miller

Memorial Day holds a special place in the hearts of many. Usually, that entails things less memorable, like eating hotdogs or going to the lake. But, I can recall when I first learned that the day was a day for decorating graves – originally called Decoration Day. 

My sister-in-law would make annual treks to her home state to visit and decorate family graves. I always wondered about that. Then, several years ago, my brother and his family, along with my own, decided to journey to our father’s grave in Thomasville, NC, on Memorial Day.

Having never visited his grave since his death many years ago, I was not prepared for what visiting Thomasville would be like on Memorial Day in 2018. Boy, we were in for the most wonderful surprise, arriving just before the town’s annual parade to honor heroes and their families.

I realize now that this is not an uncommon occurrence in many towns. In fact, you can attend a parade Monday in Salisbury. Most likely, it will not draw the crowds that the Independence Day parades and events will, but is it any less significant? It is amazing what a smaller event on Memorial Day will do to set your mind and heart ablaze in memory and gratitude. 

After our bodies and hearts were thoroughly nourished after a light lunch and a fantastic parade, we made the short drive over to the Holly Hill Memorial Park Cemetery, where Daddy is buried alongside other family members who were also in the service. It is a bittersweet memory. Daddy did not die on the battlefield, but like many veterans of Vietnam, cancer came calling for him just after his time of service and beginning a young family.

I think of soldiers during this time and their acts of service. For many, however, service was not an option but a task put upon them. It was a sacrifice in many ways; they may be uncomfortable being reminded of their “service.” 

That’s why, when I see a veteran, I try to look him in the eye and say, “Thank you for your sacrifice” instead of “Thank you for your service.” Sometimes, I see the eyes of my father’s generation look back with gratitude for perhaps being understood and truly loved.

Like many today, I did not grow up fully recognizing Memorial Day for what it was, and I would confuse it with Veterans Day. Thankfully, slowing down, taking note, and observing others opened my eyes before my children grew up so we could share such things together. 

I encourage you to slow down this extended weekend. Look through Granddaddy’s medals or Grandma’s old photo books. Find out what those medals mean and where those pictures were taken. Visit findagrave.com and look for where relatives are buried. Maybe make an impromptu visit to the town for a parade or to the grave to pay respect. It will change you, and perhaps it will change all of us. 

Ashlie Miller and her family live in Concord, NC. You may contact her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.

Who is He?

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By Doug Creamer

Who is He?

            Have you ever been out and you see someone you know…but they are out of place so you don’t remember how you know them? You know them from somewhere, but you just can’t place them. Then this person sees you and greets you warmly. Naturally, you return the greeting just as warmly…still trying to place them. Has this ever happened to you? It happens to me more often than I want to admit.

            My wife tells me it’s because I know so many people. I talk to the stockers in the grocery stores. I talk to waiters and waitresses. I know my cashiers. There are so many people in my professional life that I knew from East Davidson. We have been out of state and people have come up and greeted me. My wife once asked, “Is there any place we can go where someone doesn’t know you?”

            Remembering names has always been a problem for me. I will also go blank at the absolute wrong time. I once went to introduce my pastor and couldn’t come up with his name. He laughed so hard at me. Being a teacher makes this flaw very challenging. I go to call on a student and the name won’t come to me. It drives me crazy!

            I know that I am not the only one who struggles to remember names. I have seasons when I remember names really well, and then there are days that no one’s name comes to mind. Okay, that is a bit extreme, but I wish I could change this part of myself. I want to show honor to people by remembering their names.

            I find it interesting that God is called by many different names. Often the name is related to a quality about God that we need in our lives at a particular time. For example, one of the names of God is Jehovah Jireh, which means God our provider. God provides for His people. Sometimes God will test us to see if we will believe and trust Him, especially in this area. God has always met our needs through the good times and the financially lean times. He is and has always been faithful.

            If you are struggling with your health, you may turn to Jehovah Rapha, which means the Lord who heals us. We have all been in places where we needed God’s healing touch for ourselves or a loved one. We cry out to God for His healing touch. I have witnessed and know people who have received a miraculous touch from God.

            Some people may be calling out to Jehovah Shalom, the God who is our peace. If you find yourself struggling with worry, anxiety, or depression, then you need Jehovah Shalom to bring you the peace of God, which transcends all understanding. God does not want you to live in mental distress because He can provide the peace you need in your daily life. Even when life seems to be turned upside down, you can live in God’s perfect peace.

            I think one of my favorite terms for God comes from what many Jewish children call their father, Papa. The Bible uses the term Abba. It is an intimate term. I believe in the crazy world in which we find ourselves living many of us might need to call out to our Abba, Papa. I was unfamiliar with the name Papa because I refer to my father as Dad. During a season of my life when I was seeking a deeper intimacy with God I started calling Him Daddy. Some may wonder how I could call God Almighty Daddy, but I believe it reflects His desire to draw closer to us. I believe that God wants us to crawl up into His arms and allow Him to pour out His deep love upon us.

            Whatever your need in life, I want to encourage you to see God as the One who met you at your place of need. He is God Almighty, yet He desires to draw closer to us. He wants to reveal more of Himself to us. He wants us to see Him as the God who will meet our needs. No request is too big or too small. He wanted a deeper relationship with us so badly that He made His Son pay the price for us. Our salvation and relationship with God cost Him dearly. The good news is that God has opened the door to anyone who will open their hearts to Him. Who is God to me? He is my Daddy. There is room in His arms for you, too!   

Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com

First Things First

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By Ed Traut

Matthew 6:33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

  • His Kingdom – the spiritual dominion of which our Lord Jesus rules over is what we are to pursue.  All the understanding and lifestyle.
  • Being righteous is to walk in right standing and relationship with Him on a continual basis.  We are justified through faith and now we pursue our relationship with Him.
  • All the things we so want or need will automatically come to us when put these first things first. 

Prayer:  Almighty God, I do choose Your kingdom and Your ways.  Teach me Your ways and Your Kingdom and I will follow them with all my heart.  I know You will add all which I need and desire, putting everything in its place. I comfort myself in You today and yield completely to Your full control.  I bless Your Holy name and thank You for Your goodness.  Amen. 
 

Ed Traut
Prophetic Life

Lynna’s “Q” & The Broken Road

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By Lynna Clark

I bet you’ve been wondering what would land here on Q day. Here ya go:

“Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength.” -Isaiah 30:15

The sad part is that the verse continues with the Lord adding, “But you would have none of it.”

May we choose to return to Him, resting in quietness and confidence. When we are weak, He is strong. As we draw near to Him, He promises to draw closer to us as well. -James 4:8

A couple of friends talked over the events of the last few days as they walked along. Sadness was written across their faces as they admitted, “We had hoped…”

Hoped, past tense.

As in, we used to hope, but not anymore.

Have you been there? Have you gone through something so hard that your soul is crushed beyond repair? Someone you love has suddenly been taken… and way too soon. The spouse you trusted tossed you aside like an old shoe. Something you planned and even dared to dream about died, leaving you…

Hopeless.

That’s the feeling of the friends who traveled down the road together. Having witnessed the horrible death of the Person they had closely followed, their hopes were just as dead.

Where do we go from here? How will we ever recover? Is all we’ve believed in been wrong?

A few miles later, they realized they were in the very presence of the risen Lord!

That first Easter morning changed everything.

The powerful Son of God stepped from the grave to prove the hopeless wrong. Since death cannot defeat Him, how could anything else? What could separate us from the love of God?

Our fears?

Our loss?

Our worries?

Things changed in an instant! The moment He was raised from the dead, hope was forever restored! Do we dare to trust Him?

“O death where is thy victory?! O grave where is thy sting?”

Thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ!

All creation shouts with joy on Easter Sunday morning! Our Creator lives, and reigns with power over any circumstance that brings suffering to His beloved ones. With the strong arms of a Shepherd, He reaches out to pull us close to His heart as He gently leads us home. Not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love as we walk in the presence of the risen Lord!

Praise His sweet holy Name! Our conquering King lives!

And there is hope!

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You can read about the friends traveling to Emmaus when Jesus suddenly appeared and walked with them in Luke 24:13-34. Romans 8:1 helps us understand that we are no longer condemned by God when we trust His Son as our sacrifice for sin. There’s more about His great love for you personally in Romans 8:23-39.

Call out to Him. He’s waiting for the time when you and He can walk the broken road of life together. This wonderful God of all creation longs to adopt you as His very own. What a “Blessed Hope!”

A Lesson in Selflessness & Saying Good-bye

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Steve Hartman tells a story with the help of his kids about how to be selfless….we could use a little of that now. ENJOY!

The next video is tough… How do you say good-bye to a beloved pet, a family member? Steve Hartman found a kid who can teach us how… it’s not easy!!!

No Diploma for this

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By Ashlie Miller

Pomp and Circumstance—It’s a tune many of us will be familiar with in the coming weeks. We have some young friends graduating from colleges and high schools; some even within the same family. My husband also has a graduation as he continues to further his education as a lifelong learner.

Although I graduated from UNCC quite some time ago, other ladies I know well have discussed how nice it would be to have taken college classes much later in life rather than fresh out of high school. Our brains were still developing. We understand so much more now and can think more abstractly, critically, and with wisdom.  But, the last time I checked, they don’t hand out diplomas or cords for maturity gained over the years, and only seldom does one receive a degree for life experiences. 

Wouldn’t it be nice if there were graduation celebrations for hitting new levels of maturity and experience in life? There are practical things like learning how to be responsible with a budget, maintaining a first apartment, having a better handle on time management, and home and car ownership responsibilities. As we grow in a family, there is maturity in self-sacrifice as a parent or simply preferring others over oneself. We learn how much one can do with so little sleep.

Then, there are more important things that some learn and master better than others—learning to avoid gossip (giving or receiving), not worrying what others think of you (people-pleasing), replacing FOMO (fear of missing out) with JOMO (joy of missing out), replacing comparisons with contentment, and becoming comfortable in your own skin. 

Though there may not be new certifications, distinctions, diplomas, and celebrations for these significant, life-altering milestones in the lives of Christians, there is something better – sanctification. The word is sometimes as hard to say as the process is to endure, but the rewards are sweet. How often can you look back at your life and say, “Wow, I’m further in that area than I was 6 months or a year ago!”? If our ultimate aim as Christians is transforming into the likeness of Christ (see 2 Corinthians 3:18), shouldn’t we be able to look back and see significant change at various stages of life? I’m not speaking of compromise or the all-too-popular deconstruction that has arisen in recent years. Rather, the results of life-long sanctification are so profound that they can even astound us. In Colossians 3:10, Paul speaks of a new self that is being renewed daily in this process that we gradually journey through. 

While God the Father graciously transforms us thanks to the sanctifying gift of Jesus’ death on the cross and resurrection, the fruit of the Holy Spirit shines through our lives (love, joy, peace, etc.). We submit to the work of God in our lives as we allow Him to shake off the things that cling to us. It is a process. It can be painful at times but also beautiful and comforting. But, when we look back, we should see evidence of growing and graduating from one victory to the next. 

As you sit in the crowds this season to view the slow processionals accompanied by the familiar graduation march, take a moment to reflect on areas of life where you, too, have graduated. Glory to God, and hats off to you!

Ashlie Miller celebrates her husband’s recent Master of Arts in Theological Studies. You may send regards or comments to mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.

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