I love being part of a team. There is a wonder that comes from working together. I am always filled with energy when someone supports another so that together we can reach beyond our imaginations. The proximity is magical.
Circumstances often twist the model of a team in unusual ways. Working together does not always means working in the same proximity. Supporting another may not mean that it is physical. Our virtual connections can be tangibly real. Proximity may be more a matter of the heart than a measure of time and space.
Paul “sent two of his assistants, Timothy and Erastus, on to Macedonia and then stayed for a while and wrapped things up in Asia.” (Acts 19.22) With this development, there were those that thought there were reasons to doubt. Paul believed that they could move forward together even though they were apart.
As I drove east on I-10, I could hear them coming. The rumble of a Harley Davidson is unique. The sound that comes from a community moving in on you is amazing! It was a small group, eight bikes in all. As they move swiftly into the dusk, I would see the teamwork playing out at speed. They were in a staggered formation with clear leadership. They were riding with abandon and yet were in total control of themselves and their rides. What was most impressive is that they were focused on moving forward. Eyes on alert. Hands in the ready. Smooth control in every movement.
I wanted to join them. I had no idea where they were going, but I wanted to be a part of something like this! It was clear that the dark leathers the group was wearing had put many on edge. I could understand how the noise might be seen as something threatening. Even their discipline was unnerving.
I knew there was a mission. I could sense their intent. I could feel purpose. They were living the Harley Davidson poster – “It is a free country. Have you felt like that lately? Screw it. Let’s ride.”
