So this morning I was up early because my internal clock is all thrown off (it's dinner time in Budapest right now) and my family decided to skip church in order to get our lives back in order in between Europe trips. We did some laundry and had breakfast on the balcony because it's such a beautiful day here in Zville, and about halfway through breakfast my dad tells us he needs to show us something.
Now, my dad is an outdoorsy guy and he's always showing us something. Normally he finds something around the property like some snakeskins or a bluebird nest and we all have to go tromping out in the woods to go look at it. So when breakfast was interrupted so Dad could show us something, I figured we had a bit of a walk ahead of us. We didn't. Dad led us outdoors, straight into the garage... where an enormous Harley Davidson motorcycle was parked.
Evidently while the Robinson women were away and unable to counsel him against it, my dad pounced on the opportunity to get his motorcycle license and a motorcycle to go with it. In true Dan Robinson fashion he "sought the advice of some godly men" (thanks for your wisdom and leadership, Zionsville Fellowship elders) before getting it, and wants to use it to come visit Bloomington this fall when he gets out of work. Which of course invites the question why he can't just come visit us in his car, but who am I to judge?
I think when I get passed the shock of my dad taking his life into his hands on the interstate, though, I'm going to get a license of my own. :)
This little anecdote is why we need women elders at ZF, by the way.
No comments:
Post a Comment