Fodder

They are just as I found them edged in cinematic golden light. During a secret skate park tour one of two local Louisville veteran skateboarders propel forward with a natural gas over his brother who stands at attention in hightop Vans. He flies through the air from the deep shadow of the pool to the climax; flash. The feat burns clean like radiation. Bluegrass grew from the outer to the inner being during one extreme to another extreme. Fodder for my soul. The Western sun set over East Witherspoon Street. Here is a commonwealth of loving what you do twenty-four hours a day.

Let’s get back to the meaningful soon. Take the next exit off the interstate. The one call program ratchets up the interest. There’s something about catching the flow in action. If you’re going to do it than let’s consider safety. There’s no injury guarantee when working with machinery in demolition or construction. The excavator does a round house kick to get to the place to dig. The bucket’s iron teeth sink deep to power shovel the fertile soil. Reinforcing gussets appear pre-historic as it dumps yards of heavy dirt. Now it’s there. The high pressure natural gas line. There are defining words traveling great distances until their point of use. Until then let’s hope they’re not leaked before the finishing touches.

A Witherspoon is ‘a narrow strip of land where sheep dwell.’ Skateboarders function on a concrete pasta bowl alongside Spaghetti Junction. The fork pivots inside the spoon, long strings make fuel for the ride. The cost to get here was more than I thought. Los Angeles to Staten Island and all the stops in between were preplanned, but this extreme park was not. Or so it seemed. Nelson Ortiz from Woodland Park in Portage, Indiana was seated on a picnic table when I invited him out to a skateboard competition. The Lord led me to pray with him. He won the competition and joined the ministry tour. Nelson asked if we could stop in Louisville, Kentucky on the way down from Fishers, Indiana to Bowling Green, Kentucky. Skateboarders transformed into lost sheep on wheels here in this meadowland pumped with concrete.

Clues given to me in Psalm 23 reveal more. ‘The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing, He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.” Clearly, Jesus said, “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” He brought me to the extreme park from extreme circumstances. Jesus made me lie down on this narrow strip of land near Spaghetti Junction. Meanwhile, the gold sun spray painted full pipe gave me a picture of where I was physically, but more importantly what my mind was dwelling upon. My heart had to be demolished and rebuilt in Christ.  

Ezekiel 34:11 “For thus says the Lord God: Behold, I, I myself will search for my sheep and will seek them out. ¹² As a shepherd seeks out his flock when he is among his sheep that have been scattered, so will I seek out my sheep, and I will rescue them from all places where they have been scattered on a day of clouds and thick darkness. ¹³ And I will bring them out from the peoples and gather them from the countries, and will bring them into their own land. And I will feed them on the mountains of Israel, by the ravines, and in all the inhabited places of the country. ¹⁴ I will feed them with good pasture, and on the mountain heights of Israel shall be their grazing land. There they shall lie down in good grazing land, and on rich pasture they shall feed on the mountains of Israel. ¹⁵ I myself will be the shepherd of my sheep, and I myself will make them lie down, declares the Lord God. ¹⁶ I will seek the lost, and I will bring back the strayed, and I will bind up the injured, and I will strengthen the weak, and the fat and the strong I will destroy. I will feed them in justice.”

Colossians 1:19-20 “For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, ²⁰ and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.” Peace has showered upon my muddy soul and bubbled up with blood suds of salvation.