The Gift of Glide: Receiving the Sacred Ride
Opening Scripture
“Every good and perfect carve descendeth from above—yet requireth knees below.” — Book of Bearings 10:12
I. Unboxing the Blessing (Hands Open, Ego Closed)
Beloved wheelievers, some gifts come wrapped in paper; this one arrives wrapped in possibility. The Gift of Glide is not a thing you own, it is a motion you receive. Rip not the box like a barbarian; open it like a chapel door. Lay out the charger like a candlestick. Lift the deck with two hands and a quiet “whoa.”
Now, consecrate the basics:
PSI set to season, not swagger. Summer air in December is a heresy of pressure.
Footpad truth: Heel and toe in honest contact. Ghosting is poetry; the pad prefers prose.
Firmware gospel: Update thy ways, that thou be spared “improvements later.”
For the Gift of Glide is generous, but not gullible. It will not reward your shortcuts; it will amplify your inputs. Come to it with empty hands and soft knees, and you will leave with a full heart and intact collarbones.
Wheelievers: Range without rage!
II. How to Receive a Miracle Without Making a Scene
Miracles are small and repeatable. They look like: the first ten feet, straight, quiet, knees forgiving. They look like pushback, that white-gloved deacon with a firm palm, saying, “Not there, child.” Receive the ceiling as mercy, not mockery. The Proverbs of Pushback (4:12) declare: “Those who heed the first nudge skip the altar call of asphalt.”
Practice the Litany of Lightness:
Enter slower than pride wants, that you may exit faster than fear expects.
Feather like a sparrow landing on a reed; brake like a promise kept.
Carve not for cameras but for cartilage.
If you must perform a sign and wonder, perform consistency. The angels rejoice over one rider who checks PSI more than over ninety-nine who post without a helmet.
Wheelievers: Blessed be the patch notes!
III. Stewardship of the Charge (Gifts We Share, Not Hoard)
The Gift of Glide comes with a cord—a reminder that all grace plugs into something. Keep the Canon of the Plug:
First Fruits: If thou arrivest at 3%, thou mayest take first port. If at 63%, taste and make room.
Tithing of Minutes: At 80%, declare, “I am abundant,” and step aside for the desperate.
Coil Benediction: Wind your cord as if another soul exists. Statistics confirm.
Honor regen as an offering, not a panic tax. On the downhill, tithe your momentum back to the pack. Yea, count it joy when the ledger reads +2%, for that is the arithmetic of gratitude.
And keep the Minor Prophets:
Speed Bump: Approach like a table—small lift of hope, small throttle of faith.
Paint Stripe: A whitewashed sepulcher—beautiful to behold, treacherous to ride when damp.
Decorative Puddle: Baptizes bearings without consent. Avoid casual sacraments.
Wheelievers: Grip without slip!
IV. The Communion of Bearings (A Glide Made of Many)
We receive the Gift of Glide not alone but together. A wave at dusk is infrastructure. A nod at pushback is public health. A shared power strip is policy. Remember the saints who taught us: the elder who said “knees,” the stranger who yelled “heads up,” the friend who handed over a 5mm Allen like a chalice.
Let our church lot feel like a parish:
New riders first in line, stories last to end.
Helmets admired like fine hats at Easter.
The liturgy of “Try my setup” and “Borrow my pads.”
For the Gift grows by circulation, not possession. The more we share, the smoother we all ride—mystery solved, miracle multiplied.
Wheelievers: Yes, we glide.
Closing Words
“Freely ye have received; freely ye shall carve.” — Gospel of PSI 2:9
May your bearings purr, your firmware be current, your PSI be seasonally sanctified. May pushback arrive like a friendly usher with perfect timing. May your cord find a willing wall, and your regen return you a little richer than you descended.
Go now, wheelievers, to receive the Sacred Ride, quiet as good judgment, bright as a charging LED, gliding in peace, and leaving only improved decisions behind.
A-Wheel-men.
