I am on vacation this week.  (See here)   I have asked some friends to guest post for me.  Floyd has become a special friend over the past two years or so that we have been following each other.  He blogs here.   His unique storytelling ability should not be missed.  Here’s Floyd.

I didn’t even realize it, but the song was more than just a catchy tune, it was an anthem. It represented freedom, excitement, and all the things a seven year old boy held dear in his unspoken dreams and aspirations. I heard the song again and contemplated the history I shared with the old tune. Right about that time, Bill shared a video here with the background song being the anthem of my youth.

Like most kids, I longed to live the dream I’d built around the perspective learned in that song. “Get your motor running…” When my time came I did indeed get my motor running, “Head out on the highway – lookin’ for adventure and whatever comes our way.”

Every time I took to the highway, or any street really, it was all about the adventure; the kind that comes from risking an undervalued life with an immortal attitude. The hard driving music and the lyrics that pumped adrenaline through my veins addicted me to the freedom the song was selling. Somehow I knew that I, like the writer of that song, was Born To Be Wild.

Fear and dread filled my mind, throat, and belly, while falling toward the water from forbidden heights. That same taste of poison bit at my tongue as I slid down the pavement, fighting to control thousands of pounds of muscle car. Butterflies produced the drug within as I graduated to the fight game while living out the anthem of reckless and wild.

Being reckless is just one aspect of human tendencies, and we all  fall under the category of “fallen.” We’re deceived by the enemy to believe we’re a little different, a little smarter, maybe stronger, a lot luckier. It is the lie of foolishness. We’re not born to be wild – animals are wild – we were Born To Be Wise. We’re called to protect others and ourselves – not throw our lives into a lottery jar of chance.

The scars from surgeries as well as the wisdom gained the hard way due to living that lie of “Born To Be Wild” remind me that we were born with the meekness to tackle fear as it manifests itself in different ways across our lives. Healthy reverence for the One who causes or allows all things, including our free will, is the beginning of wisdom and courage. Chasing after fear for some type of fulfillment is “chasing the wind.”

In the end it doesn’t bring about gratification – it brings about regret… with a good dose of pain for measure…

Did anyone else buy into a distorted world view sold by our society as a kid? 

Here is the video Floyd made reference to at the beginning.