I was gone for 2 years.
I was on the central coast of California, and also in Bakersfield and Tehachapi. I loved every second of it. Lets say I was a "traveling preacher" (but not for mine own church, but for the Lord's Church). I helped people come unto Christ and learn and apply His teachings. I pointed people to the path that could change their life if they would but walk it. "But thine eyes shall see thy teachers: And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying: This is the way, walk ye in it" (Isaiah 30:20-21).
Now theological discourse is not the purpose of this blog, but suffice it to say for the Lord's sake that I know by the power of the Holy Ghost that the Gospel of Jesus Christ was restored by the Prophet Joseph Smith (Moroni 10:5).
Now that I am back, sometimes it seems like all I can accomplish that is within mine own power is simply to bicycle. I haven't been back but seven days and I have bicycled 80-85 miles. I also am so soothed by my old bluegrass music. It keeps me grounded in the damp dark soil of the Carolinas. As long as that banjo and those pedals roll on, I breathe a sigh of contentment, and I go on. I went from Ladson, South Carolina to Givhans State Park yesterday. Oh, if I could only share with you the smells of the trees, the grass, and the honeysuckle! One quick image: Large trucks whizzing by me and my humble bicycle, setting the tall grasses a-swaying, respond gracefully on the road shoulder, diplomatically waving. They looked like gentle fires, not as hurried and boisterous as the industrial trucks creating them.
I was on the central coast of California, and also in Bakersfield and Tehachapi. I loved every second of it. Lets say I was a "traveling preacher" (but not for mine own church, but for the Lord's Church). I helped people come unto Christ and learn and apply His teachings. I pointed people to the path that could change their life if they would but walk it. "But thine eyes shall see thy teachers: And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying: This is the way, walk ye in it" (Isaiah 30:20-21).
Now theological discourse is not the purpose of this blog, but suffice it to say for the Lord's sake that I know by the power of the Holy Ghost that the Gospel of Jesus Christ was restored by the Prophet Joseph Smith (Moroni 10:5).
Now that I am back, sometimes it seems like all I can accomplish that is within mine own power is simply to bicycle. I haven't been back but seven days and I have bicycled 80-85 miles. I also am so soothed by my old bluegrass music. It keeps me grounded in the damp dark soil of the Carolinas. As long as that banjo and those pedals roll on, I breathe a sigh of contentment, and I go on. I went from Ladson, South Carolina to Givhans State Park yesterday. Oh, if I could only share with you the smells of the trees, the grass, and the honeysuckle! One quick image: Large trucks whizzing by me and my humble bicycle, setting the tall grasses a-swaying, respond gracefully on the road shoulder, diplomatically waving. They looked like gentle fires, not as hurried and boisterous as the industrial trucks creating them.
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