Just typing those words, "Final Thoughts",
brings with it: One) a sense of sadness as I am missing my teammates, the
support and laughter we shared, learning British phrases, defending the merits
of peanut butter (the comfort food I brought with me that does not have the same
allure to my British buds); Two) a sense of relief as I have been thinking
about this day, the first post-ride Saturday, sitting on a chair in Peet's
Coffee and not on my bicycle saddle.
This is the first weekend since February 3rd that I am not riding
outside; Three) a sense of overwhelming blessing, for the experience of the
past 5 months, and also coming home to the loving arms of my wife, so good; and
Four) a sense of thankfulness as Team Blazing Saddles has dispersed and
everyone, not living in Burundi, has made it home, healthy, bike intact, with
an amazing experience under their belt, and a fire in their belly to serve God
wherever called.
There are so many moments from the ride that seemingly
happened yesterday:
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Pancake Lesson |
Dean and I teaching our chef, Jacques, how to make
pancakes in the kitchen of the place we stayed the first night of the ride. He doesn't speak English, and we don't speak
French, but somehow we communicated and he cranked out delicious pancakes for
us every morning.
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Simon shares the Gospel |
Enjoying the endless beauty of Burundi. Both its terrain and people are something
that must be experienced firsthand and watching Simon and/or the Burundian
support team share the Gospel during our roadside rest stops.
Hearing the text notification sound, even though I was
told I would not get texts in Burundi, from my phone and looking to see it was
from my son, who is currently in Ghana.
I was unable to call or send emails and was feeling cutoff from my world,
so that text was a total gift as it felt like home was coming to Burundi.
The deep and sometimes not so deep conversations I had
with my teammates while riding through Burundi.
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Simba |
How I saw Simba |
Simba, Josh's dog, that barked half the night outside my bedroom window. I've seen demon possessed people in Africa, but never a demon-possessed dog. Until I met Simba.
Watching school children, yelling "Muzungu"
(white person), stream out of their classroom as we approached a village and
the laughter of the people as we would greet them with "jambo" or
"amahoro" as we would ride by them.
All those memories are wonderful and lasting, but what I
take home with me are these three thoughts:


Two, when it comes to answering God's call, I realize, no
matter how unsure I may be of my abilities, it's best to say yes to God. From the training to the Tour itself, God put
people in my life to encourage me and help me reach my goal. Also, the unexpected blessings I received
from doing the Tour is overwhelming. The
most off-the-wall blessing is my son being offered an internship by one of the
readers of this blog. No way that
happens if I didn't sign up for the Tour.
I am 100% confident that God is preparing the hearts and
minds of people that will be there for me when I say yes to Him in the future
and I'm excited to think about the many blessings God is waiting to shower down
on me when I choose to follow His path for my life.
I know I'm going preachy here but, for gosh sakes,
sitting in a pew and telling people how bad they are because they are not
Christian is not an attractive presentation of the Christian faith yet I think
that's how many non-Christians see us.
If we come alongside them, however, and love them as God loves us, great
things will happen.
If you're not a Christian, I'm available if you want to
talk. I'm no biblical expert, but I can
tell you why I love God and why I want to follow His path for my life. What you do with that information is between
you and God but know that I will be praying for you.
And I can't sign off without one final request for donations. I did more climbing and miles than I ever
expected and I'm hoping that may motivate you to support the cause now that
I've actually completed the Tour.
As I have time, I will post more pictures and video to my
blog but it will take some time to sort through everything. And like I've said before, my attention now
turns to my deserving wife who has supported me through this entire process, so
pictures are secondary to her. She is
wearing my "It's all about me" baseball cap as I write this so I
think I better go.
May God bless you and thank you again for joining me on
this amazing adventure!
Burundi Dave, signing off.
Amahoro (Peace) |