That's Not Flying...That's Falling With Style

The Whole Armor of God #5

I was a little late in learning how to ride a bicycle. My cousin learned much earlier than I did. She had a blue bike with a banana seat, and she would tear down the very steep driveway on that bike. It had to be fun, the wind blowing through her hair and all. I was green with envy. One day it was decided – by whom I am still unsure – that I would ride with her on the bike down the hill.

I climbed on back of the banana seat, and she began to pedal. Sure enough, the wind was whipping through my hair just as I had imagined it would. It was awesome. And then tragedy struck. About halfway down the hill, my feet got caught in the spokes. Unfortunately, this caused the bike to go airborne instead of coming to a screeching halt, aimed, I might add, directly at the brick house at the bottom of the hill.

Back then, bicycle helmets weren’t required by law. Since we were helmet-less, my cousin and I were lucky not to sustain a severe head injury. In a bad bicycle crash or even a motorcycle accident, a good helmet can be the difference between life and death. In Ephesians 6:17, Paul instructs us to take the Helmet of Salvation. Whereas a bicycle helmet prevents physical death, the Helmet of Salvation saves our souls.

Having written quite a few of these FeMails by now, I realize that I always assume everybody reading these is, in fact, a Christian. Are you? Do you wear the Helmet of Salvation? Are you ready to meet your God?