Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
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"He's a kite. Let him fly but don't let go!
If you don't let him fly, he'll die!
If you don't hold on, he'll..."
June Hunte
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I thought it
would never happen.
Despite being in
my blood since first riding down Sans Souci Highway near Wilkes-Barre,
Pennsylvania in 1968 on a Honda 50, I just sold Return2 - 2010 H-D FLHTC.
No more 800 miles
door to door in under 14 hours to my octogenarian parents and sister in NE
Pennsylvania.
Rainmakers MC
will have to ride to the Black Hills moins moi and no more free
lunches/concerts at Woodstock H-D and those 1%ers who know I know will have to
get along without my apologetics and, I guess, I'll never get to ride with
Shadow.
I guess it was
inevitable in a predestinarian kinda way.
My book on biker
culture is a metaphor for many things - I
Just Wanna Ride - buuuuuuut was an underwhelming non-best-seller
along with everything else that I've written.
While I never
wrote any of 'em for money, it would have been nice to clean up a few debts
before my sons inherit 'em.
Not much.
Too much.
Anyway, it was my
therapy; so I'll be making an appointment with my personal physician for some
scripts.
I guess I just
got tired of people living prophylactic lives bugging me.
Maybe they meant
well; noting my daddy always said the road to hell is paved with good
intentions.
"Your father
and I," my mom always said, "will pay for your plane ticket or gas
and lodging if you drive out with something that has four wheels."
I got tired of
saying to other relatives, friends, and church ladies, "I ain't no kid,
Nurse Ratched."
Sooooooo many people
smiling about me getting caught in the rain.
Enough about the
helmet; as if it's any of their business or I don't believe in life after life
through Jesus or not wearing one gives hope to my enemies.
Enough annoyances
from one of my best friends: "Don't ask me to come when they're scraping
you off Route 90!"
I'm an undershepherd aka pastor.
It's one of the
only vocations in which everybody thinks they can tell ya what to do and where
to go and how to get there.
They've won.
I'm done.
Just sold
Return2.
Not!!!!!!!
Sooooooo if you've been
smiling while reading the preceding, either you know I'd never abandon my
authentic joy for the ride to satiate the control needs of inauthentics and
other chatterboxing cowards or you're one of 'em.
Truth is you're
probably reading this while I'm riding those 800 to NE Pennsylvania.
Annnnnnnd when I get back,
I'll be back to iconoclasting in "An Unauthorized Guide for Pastor Search
Committees."
That'll be posted
on June 1 or 2 via www.churchandworld.com
as linked to www.koppdisclosure.com.
Until then, ride
to authenticity!
BTW, the
following link explains a lot about...
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Annnnnnnd if you just
wanna ride, I'll take you to Woodstock H-D and help ya pick a pony!
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Blessings and Love!
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Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord that they may rest from their labors and their works do follow them...
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