This lamp stands outside the old skateboard grounds at my park and it always makes me smile. I know skateboarders. They’re the type to see a bar and raise it, to observe the norm and cut right through the middle of it with ease and flair, to see a sticker high on a pole and shimmy up to stick one higher—not to say you can’t, just to feel the breeze in their faces as they say, I can.
My son began skateboarding before he could ride a two wheeler. His friend still soars smoothly through town at the age of thirty. The gravelly sound of skateboards on the driveway was the soundtrack of my young parenting years, a constant grind of desire to push further, jump longer and higher and flip freely. To finally, cleanly make it over the leaf pile in the gutter. Let no one call them quitters.
Who’s to say spending time in batting cages or pushing football sleds or rolling heavy balls down an alley is a fine and appropriate thing to do? Skateboarders don’t just balance on wheels, I think they are visionaries, in tune with a flow untapped and unseen by most.
…a time to gather speed and a time to launch…
Shouldn’t I aim, as a Christian, to think and fashion anew? Am I not to surmount the norm with faith that God will stick my landing? Some believe that others’ paths should straighten in keeping with the beaten one. But the inspired sail on with His breath, leaning deep into their curve, glancing the edge of revelation
Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity. 1 Timothy 4:12
Meeting God at the Park 