Thoughts About Walking... I walk a mile a day six out of seven days each week, or at least I try to. Sometimes I can not keep on that schedule due to such things as rain, snow, sleet or icy walkways. For the most part I do not fluff off due to temperatures, hot or cold. If it is 90+ or 0 to -10 degrees I do the walk gig. I do not want to sound like a hero because I am not. If I walk the mile I get a reward of morning coffee from either McDonalds or Tim Hortons. The thought of a cup of hot coffee at the half mile mark usually is enough to kick start me to get going each morning. One thing about a daily walk, doing the same route, six days a week seems not to ever get boring. For instance each morning I usually see or pass a new face I have not seen before. If we pass on the walk I make sure I say Hello or Good Morning to them. They mostly respond in kind except once in a great while I greet a curmudgeon who blows off my cheery greeting and trudges silently on by. That is ok because some days I feel Curmudgeonly myself. Aside from the new faces I meet, I carry a camera along and snap a photo or two of one thing or another Ive not noticed before. It might be a road construction project underway, or a crew laying asphalt on a local drive way or parking lot. One day a team of eight roofers were on top of a local bank installing a bright red, steel roof. I took their picture. Something about eight men in bright yellow rain coats and red helmets that called for a photo. Here in our town there has been a new school addition project going on. So I chronicled that with my camera at its progressive stages of development. Seldom on my trek does an ambulance, siren wailing lights flashing fail to whiz by. I try to pray for whoever is in the ambulance. Seems a lot of people have medical crisis hit during morning hours between 7 AM and 10 AM. Also, each morning one of Davisons finest is sitting in his police cruiser, speed radar on. He parks behind a tree, or shrubs, or buildings so as to be obscure to oncoming or passing by drivers on their way to work. I always wave to him, give him a thumbs up. It pays to be nice because some day I might get caught speeding by and he will remember me as the guy who waves to him on my daily walk. Fat chance, but you never know. If things are slow, that is no new faces, no paving or building projects, no police car waiting to strike, a more noble thing engages me. My route for instances takes me by a hospice care facility. This sobers me because I know there are dear folks there who cant walk and will most likely never stroll a street on a daily walk again. So I try to say a prayer for each of them. I dont know them, never will know them, but I whisper a prayer for them and for the dedicated staff who attends to their comfort. I also walk by a dialysis clinic where people go who are fighting for their lives with serious medical treatments. Some are brought there via ambulances because, I presume, they can no longer drive or are too sick to ride in a car. I pray for them too that The Great Physician will be with them in a special way the day I walk by. While I am walking they are sitting for hours tethered to treatment machines pumping into their bodies medicines that might make life better for them. Do my prayers make any difference in their conditions? Probably not but it something I think Jesus would have us do as His followers. Jesus walked a lot too. God also walked. He was walking when He encountered Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I think Jesus only rode one time, on a donkey entering Jerusalem on Palm Sunday. When and where He walked though, He helped people and prayed for them. If on a given day it does nothing else it reminds me that my walk that day is more than exercise, it can be a God thing. So I walk, knowing one day I wont be able to, either. Hopefully someone walking by will exercise not only their bodies but their spiritual gifts and lift a prayer for me. Wouldnt that be cool?
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 19:21:20 +0000
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