Slow, Sweet & Simple

Written by: Nadine Bucca

Today we biked 67.7 miles from Yuma, Arizona to Dateland, Arizona. Something I learned today was to pace myself throughout the ride—not to use up all of my energy in the beginning, but to take it slow and then save energy for a final sprint to the finish. That’s the way to go. Continue reading

Coast to coast simple living

Written by: Lou Cooper

I started the 2017 FCBA cross-country ride with the goal of biking coast to coast and to raise money for the Fuller Center organization.

So far the ride has added up to be so much more than these two expectations. Participating in an environment with those hosting our ride, the riders, and the support crew sharing, receiving, and giving of themselves daily is inspiring. One sees how the goodness that surrounds us percolates beyond even our little 2017 FCBA family through our interactions with the people we meet during our travels.

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Living simple, receiving simple gifts

Written by: Wes Shattuck

Jesus said we are to take His yoke upon us: “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Taking His yoke meant learning all the rabbi had to teach and then becoming like the rabbi, who invited someone to be His follower, taking on the mantle of the rabbi. Jesus lived simply, without even a bed to call his own: “foxes have dens, …but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.” He modeled abandoned reliance on the Heavenly Father for every need and assured us that, when trusting in God, God provides and “more so” (Matthew 6:26-34). And Jesus taught us that it is good, and in fact is His divine order, for us to live in community not in isolation. He designed the family, and the church—a family of families living and working together, putting others ahead of self and working for a greater good.

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Hidden Treasure

Written by: Karen Powers

I am an English teacher, so please forgive me for starting off this blog entry by writing about a book. One of my favorite books is Annie Dillard’s “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.” In it, Dillard writes about growing up in Pittsburgh, where one of her most memorable childhood activities was to hide pennies somewhere along the sidewalk for strangers to find. She would write in chalk on the sidewalk “surprise ahead” or “money this way,” and then sit back and imagine the joy on passersby’s faces when they discovered the hidden treasure. Reading about this makes me think about the last time I bothered to stop to pick up a penny – or even a quarter, for that matter. How much money would I have to find on the sidewalk in order to not just stop to pick it up, but to actually be filled with joy?

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