kar0ling

There was an irritating wobble in my pedal. Then a wobble and a catch. Then a wobble and a catch and a clunk from the crank arm hitting my kick stand. Then the crank arm fell off with a clatter. ...good thing I was on a deserted street less than a block from home. This little anecdote actually dates from early winter, before the snow fell, in the first days of riding my winter bike for the season -- I just didn't want to lose it in the backposts of my Facebook.

Continuing to be the poster-child for singles in Mennonite churches, I was invited to share my testimony at a local congregation as the pastor preached through 1 Corinthians 7. Below is my script, mainly recut from earlier versions. British author Rudyard Kipling tells a story about how several of the wild animals become tame. The dog and the horse are lured out of their wild-ness by promises of food and companionship but the cat stays aloof, declaring, “I am the cat that walks by herself and all places are alike to me.” I’ve always identified with that cat. I’m independent – I can recaulk my bathtub by myself, navigate a strange city alone, and make my own schedule. I’m single – I’m don’t have a husband or boyfriend or children to come with me or ask me to go there. “I am the cat that walks by herself and all places are alike to me.” As the demographic of single adults becomes an increasing part of Canadian population, I suspect there are many others who feel the same. The lin...