Answering the Call of Beauty

On a recent ride along Cowley Twelve, I pedaled through the Little Mesas just east of the Walnut River. Not having sustained a regular discipline in recent weeks, I wasn’t in good road shape. My legs were sore and starting to cramp, especially on the uphill runs. In retrospect, riding the Flint Hills might not have been the best choice but I love the scenery.

As I headed up the second long hill past Wheat State Winery, I noticed a small pool of water collected below a large culvert. Part of the water’s surface was covered with algae, a spectacular green in the middle of December. The rest of the pool reflected a boundless blue sky and the closer surroundings of fence and pasture, brush and dried weeds. “What a wonderful picture that would make!” I thought, shifting to yet a lower gear.

“But,” I argued with myself, “I don’t want to stop here on this slope and then have to start out again going uphill.” In retrospect I realized I could have taken some pictures, then just turned around and headed downhill and back toward home. By the time I got back I would have covered around twenty-eight miles.

But I had my mind set on a thirty-two mile circuit and so I kept going. In spite of the hills.

Even on a cloudless day the sun still must set and when this day’s time was come, I was still five miles out. By the time I got back to Ark City, it was too dark to be safely seen on a bicycle without lights. I made it home okay but not without some trepidation on that last mile.

I am so used to listening for God’s voice in the call of Duty that I forget that he can also use the voice of Beauty to call us to a different path.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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