Today’s ride was a real blessing; I gained some really useful insights on things.
Bikepacking is my peacetime calling. It’s the default mission when nothing else is pressing. Unfortunately, we are at war — quarantines, riots and etc. demand that I mobilize for my reserve mission. Blame it on the enemy; they jumped in with a surprise attack on our covenant calling. My wartime mission is information hacker. That means countering PsyOps and war propaganda. I need to make sure God’s people can keep a clear understanding of what’s going on so they can react effectively to the move of the Holy Spirit. These are not normal times, so the threat environment is very high.
So instead of training on the bike to ride all day every day, I’m not training at all. I’m just out transporting my lardy butt to places where the Lord wants to speak to me. Sure, there’s a fitness angle, but it’s just the general goal of making sure that this body remains optimally useful for as long as I live. Nor does it mean I won’t get to do any bikepacking, but that there will be heavy restrictions on it. It’s not a high priority during mobilization.
It also changes how I view the difference between this and the other blog. The other is for milk, general moral nutrition for folks who can’t handle much. It’s like teaching the obvious meaning of the Law part of the Covenant. This blog is for meat. Now that may vary between scrambled eggs and a big fat juicy steak, but it’s not just milk. Here we cover the deeper, more mystical aspects of the Covenant.
This mission makes everything feel different. I’m much more likely to disrupt my daily routine in order to work at capturing in words the things that flow through my soul. That’s because there’s a very high probability of critical traffic. I’m more likely to neglect my fleshly human side in some ways. It means missing sleep sometimes or grabbing food that’s quick and easy. It’s hard to plan routine activity with any assurance that something won’t come through with a higher priority. When God is at work like this, He reserves the right to throw surprises at me.
So today’s ride wasn’t training, and it wasn’t a photography ride. It was transportation; it was a message ride. I’ve been warned that things will get hairy as the war progresses. No, I have no idea what that will look like. I have to be ready for anything. This is the “big thing coming” my wife and I kept sensing over the past few weeks.
One more thing: Information hacking means more chatter about computer stuff. That’s just a matter of tools, shop talk for information hacking, and you should expect to see it on the other blog.
That’s all I have for now. God bless you.
