life's a beach until it snows

More than Christmases can be white in Colorado. I have been stuck behind a snow plow in a July 4th weekend blizzard over Wolf Creek pass, and seen heavy snow at lower elevations in September. You never know what the weather can do in the mountains.

We had just flown back from NJ and Christmas with my parents. Theresa had wanted to live in a cabin by the lake-Vallecito, so we had moved in. Not knowing that it snows-a lot! And the first winter there had 500 inches of snow. That's over 40 feet, or more than your trip from the TV to the refrigerator. And the next winter wasn't much better. We landed in Durango around midnight, and drove back to our cabin-arriving at about 130am. Cold, about -30, and clear, it had snowed, so much that we had to slide the suitcases down the snow to our front door, about 100 feet away. As we waded almost armpit deep in the white stuff, if it wasn't for the light of the moon, we would have missed the front door. It had snowed so much that there was only about an eight inch gap between the snow and the roof! Digging our way through, remember it is cold, and we're exhausted, we finally make it to the front door at the other end of the porch. And it won't open! It is stuck shut, and it seemed no amount of banging or cursing it would budge it. Finally, a gift from God, as it opens-reluctantly. And we are greeted with a steam room on the entry porch, where it had to be over 100 degrees inside! A hot water pipe was misting out steam from a pinhole leak, probably for a long time as the next door was also swollen shut. And I'm not sure what was the worse weather, the minus 30 or the plus 100! But I can tell you when we finally got inside, where it was only about zero, the house within a couple hours had gotten into the 40's-we only had wood heat, and slept late-until the feeling came back in feet! And then finding out the next day they had had 96 inches of snow in 96 hours! Making our cabin on the lake at 8300' altitude a true winter wonderland. Just not at midnight with no heat, but with lots of steam! I am still in awe of how the door separated over 130 degrees in temperature! We'll look for the luggage later!

After heating with wood exclusively for six years, I must admit that wood stoves and fireplaces are more appliance than romance with us. But still nothing beats the warmth of a good wood fire, and is a great place to visit while drinking hot cocoa. And a great place to share testimonies. My prayer for your Christmas this year is simple-that Jesus Christ become more real in your life than ever before. When gathering, focus on Him. Whether at Starbucks with your overpriced, trendy hot liquid, or when bench racing with friends, include Jesus. Share precious times, and realize there are many precious memories to be made. When cold, remember He can warm up your life. When hot, there is no one cooler than Jesus. When stuck, He is the way out. And when all seems hopeless, He is hope in the form of a person. He brings the snow-but also the shovel.

2000 years in a barn, He was born. Today we celebrate it as Christmas-His birthday. Take the time to wish Him Happy Birthday-sing to Him, and spend time with Him. And discover that He is always with you, He never leaves you, and is the way to heaven. He loves you, in truth. May your fellowship with your loved ones include Him this Christmas, and all the days of your life.

From our home to yours, Merry Christmas-wise men still seek Him! The greatest treasure remains for those who seek Him now!

love with compassion,

Mike

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"endless winter" or "on any snowday"

As a kid, the most exciting winter mornings were ones waking up to fresh snow. And as you anxiously watched the neighbors try to dig out their cars, you kept up the hope that the snow would continue. As you slowly got ready for school, you listened to the radio, my parents always had WOR on, listening to see if Scotch Plains was listed in the school closings. We did have an advantage, as my dad was a teacher, and would get a phone call, but hearing it on the radio, well-that was music to our ears! And then I would call Bruce and Barry, Scottie, Chris Farley, and the phone chain would pass on the magic words we all had waited for-SCHOOL'S CANCELLED! And skipping breakfast, we would get the many layers of clothes on, which could only be done with help from your mother. As you put on long underwear, two pairs of jeans, two sweaters, and three pairs of socks, and finally those tacky, old rubber boots, with the metal closures that would freeze, you would need your mother's help. And 30 minutes later you were ready to ride! Mittens, not gloves, and you were off with your Flexible Flyer, across Hetfield Avenue to the woods behind Raymond Schmitke's house. Where now it is New York Avenue, and houses, as a kid this was the woods, a great place for a kid growing up. In the summer, a place to play war, build a fort-tree or underground, or ride our bikes on the dirt paths. But when it snowed, it came alive-as it was the only place in the neighborhood with a hill big enough to sleigh ride!

Over the years, we had worn in three runs. One was straight down hill, fast, but short, and used mostly while impatiently waiting in line for your turn on the other two. You didn't want to waste even a few minutes waiting for your ride on the white stuff. Right next to it, but running at 90 degrees, was a longer run, that actually went across where New York Avenue would eventually be, and along a creek, and ending up almost in the backyards on Jersey Avenue. But the long one, the skilled run, started at the top of the hills, and curved to the left. Going downhill quickly, you would gather speed, and then a hard right onto the long ride. This was no bunny run to a 10 year old kid. It took skill to steer a sled then, and those of use who were older, 10-12, would do this sitting, and steering with our feet, sometimes with a passenger. One big push from our friends, and we were off. No brakes on sleds, to stop you either ran out of hill, skidded by turning sharply, or fell off into the fresh snow. And the fun lasted until the afternoon, when the sun would come out, the snow would get mushy, and hunger, cold, and wetness would eventually take over. And then back for another short run, until dark.

One Christmas when our boys were 8 and 12, we went back for Christmas-and it snowed, fulfilling two desires-a white Christmas and sleigh riding! But since the hills of my youth were now paved and gone, my nephew Charlie took us up to McGinn School, a long walk of about a half mile. Charlie went into his whining mode early, as I told him we were walking-his mom didn't need to take us. But by the time we got there, we were all pumped from talking about how fast we would go, and the hills we would do it on, and joined some other kids riding their sleds. One black kid, who we nicknamed Urkle for obvious reasons, stayed with us all day. We all had fun, riding the hills, and going faster than some had ever gone due to me pushing them. But by the time it got dark , Urkle had to go, we were wasted, and Charlie wanted us to send his mom back to get him. When we refused, threatening to let him there alone, he considered his choices, and walked with us-talking the whole time about going tomorrow and how much fun he had. But I think the ultimate compliment came from Urkle, who wanted to know what time I was coming up tomorrow so he could meet us! I'm sure the story he told his friends about an old, white guy in a leather jacket with two kids and nephew, from California, could have started an urban legend. "And that guy could really go fast! He didn't get tired or anything!" I don't think it is important for him to know I never saw 8 o'clock that night!

It's OK to have fun like a kid, even when you are supposed to be an adult. And the impact you can make, sharing while sleigh riding with others can be more valuable than preaching at them. It is all about relationships, and it starts with God. And your life will show the world who He is in your life. Just talking with Urkle, he found out about who we were, and we shared Jesus, not preaching, but just talking. No threatening words, just sharing. Like it should be. He respected our actions, and became our friend, then he could respect our words. Not going out witnessing, but being a witness. Having fun, and if anyone should have fun, it is Christians.

Jesus said, "as you go, spread the gospel," and as you go, you should. Your actions, and reactions will tell more about who Jesus is than many words, if your actions don't back it up. So when knee deep in snow with a bunch of kids, be who you are in Christ. And let me leave you with this thought? Would you want to be like the old sourpuss preaching to you, telling you how dangerous the snow is, or how you'll catch cold, even how wrong you are, or be shown love, the love of Jesus Christ while making a new friend? Jesus went sleigh riding with us that afternoon, He is always near, and we had fun. Urkle even told us how he went to church with his parents. I know he'll hear the gospel there, and I know he was shown love and respect that snowy afternoon. And a new way to go fast on a sled.

And I got to go back 30 years in only one afternoon. And be that 10 year old kid-again. My continuing childhood fully intact.

love with compassion,

Mike

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People only care about what you know, when they know you care. So whether it be a call to sleigh ride, or just ride, do it in love. Never grow up, only grow in God's love. Appearing every snowy day, on a hill near you.

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on my honor...

Boy Scout Troop 104. Scotch Plains, NJ. I was never much of a Boy Scout, at least as far as earning merit badges went. I liked the camping, and we had a pretty wild patrol, as we were nicknamed the Pyromaniacs. Jiffy juice was our thing, aka lighter fluid, and we loved to start fires with it, fortunately we never did much damage. But fun we did have, and many times at other troops' expense. At one Jamboree, this one troop set up a huge Army barracks style tent-these guys were so good it was disgusting. We nicknamed them the Hitler Youth-they were militaristic, and as far as we could see perfection was their only flaw. Did I mention how modest they weren't? And how they hated us. These guys could have stormed the beaches at Normandy! Even their latrine had a small tent around it-that somehow caught fire! More than once! And of course, we were right next to them in our little pup tents, a fact they reminded us of. So the only "good" scout thing to do, was to remind them of who we were, and we cut the ropes on one side of their tent. In the middle of the night, as they slept! And the side fell in, while we just laid inside our tents and laughed, amongst all the confusion going on outside our little tents. While they hurried around trying to repair it in the dark, using only flashlights for guidance. No one even accused us, and we never did fess up to it. So of course could never take credit for it. Until now. Hope there is a Boy Scout statute of limitations!

In a complete reversal, we also had to do demonstrations of various skills, and I was paired with Steve Jacobs, from another patrol, who was knot junkie. This kid could tie all kinds of knots, and could literally tie me in knots, if he wanted to, and that weekend he could have. He taught me a few knots, and I was to demonstrate them. I was the kid who had trouble tying his neckerchief. Fortunately my memory lasted just long enough for Mr. Deyerle and the others to see me tie them, and they were impressed. But poor Steve got passed over, as he had only taught me-I had only demonstrated them. My five minutes of knot tying fame. And although I told Mr. Deyerle I had only just learned them, it was Steve's knot tying skills, I got the credit. And it still bothers me. Steve, if you're out there, I tried-it was all about you. Sorry you didn't get the credit due. Consider it done.

Although we may be reticent to admit it, we all have been in Steve's position. Misunderstood. And not getting credit where credit is due. But too often we blame others for our indiscretions, rather than take credit for our own sin. Job's friend Eliphaz was like that. When he confronted Job in his agony, he told him that it must be sin in his life, that was why he was suffering. Blind to as to what was really going on in heaven. And I watch as a false religious dogma is prevalent in many churches. If you are suffering, "you must be in sin" they tell the oppressed victim. Somewhere they take Eliphaz's attitude that only God knows the sin, it must be so big only He can see it. But when it comes to suffering in their life, then "the devil is attacking them." Manure! And a cop out. God knows what is going on, and just like Job has the situation fully under control. And believe me, those poor in spirit that say these things have obviously never been under real spiritual attack. They don't need to be, they have created their own unscriptural attack, and don't need the devil's assistance. But they do need God's!

God allows tough times so we will run to Him and let Him be God. If you were never sick, you would never know Him as the great physician. No needs-you would be Jehovah Jirah! No sin-you would never have gotten to know Jesus, our Lord and Saviour. You see, God tells us that all things work together for good to those who are His. And what the devil meant for evil, He means for good.

Don't leave the Jamboree before it is over! God will take you through your situation, and bless you! LET HIM! Quit blaming others, and accept responsibility. Give unto God what is His-your life! And watch the blessings flow! He wants to be God, and wants to show a way only He could show you-are you up to the challenge?

A Boy Scout is reverent. And God wants that of you. He is always watching, and knows who cut the tent ropes that night. Boy-am I glad I am forgiven. And even gladder of His justice-those other guys were pretty big!

love with compassion,

Mike

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you had to be there

FM music was still not yet mainline music in the early seventies. Until the US Government made it mandatory that all car radios include FM, in 1972. The Top 40 was still AM based, but if you wanted to hear the best music, and music from both sides of the album, FM was the only place to go. And unlike today's FM, it was mostly music, instead of commercials interrupted by an occasional song. And they played the album version of the songs-I can still remember hearing the long version of Light My Fire-WOW! But the standout among FM stations in New York City, was WNEW-FM, the first station to leave its format up to the DJ. With DJ's such as Allison Steele, Scott Muni, and Pete Fornatele, they would play endless music, and keep you mesmerized-almost grateful for the occasional commercial interruption, so you could take a break. And they were in touch with the local scene, and were always up to date on the concerts-before and after. Truly a station for the cool! Never to be duplicated again.

It's Christmas time in 1973, and a weirdo I worked with, Charlie Fanz and I are talking about Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. Charlie is a bit older, has a Hitler mustache, and talks like WC Fields. And always greets me by saying, "Mohn, you're nuts." A strange dude, even by my standards, we shared a love of music, and an appreciation most didn't. We talked back beats, and bass lines, guitar riffs, and other subtlest lost on the AM crowd. And when we talked of ELP, we decide to go to their Christmas concert, on the 17th. With an opening act of the J. Geils Band, this show will rock, and being at the Garden, there would be over 19,000 of us! Not the best acoustically, but the place to go when you couldn't make it to The Capital Theatre in Passaic, or the Convention Center in Asbury Park. Major concert draws all, with only the Fillmore East, recently closed, able to out do them all.

We drove into the city-and took our seats in the mezzanine, stage left. And when J. Geils lit the place up, most would have been satisfied and gone home, but ELP, whom I had seen before, and had come to see, was worth the wait. Keith Emerson on keyboards-and during one song, while playing his baby grand, he and the piano rose, and then started spinning in the air-while he was playing! No concert had ever been like this! And as they played their 90 minute set, they left us hanging. Waiting for the traditional encore. Exhausted from listening, I can only imagine they had to be fatigued.

"MORE! MORE!" we yelled, and it seemed an unusually long time between sets. And in the darkness, you could see many figures moving, which we just assumed to be roadies setting up for the encore. We were not prepared for what came next!

Suddenly the lights came up, and the band broke into a wild version of Pictures at an Exhibition, classical music set to ELP only beat! And the place was on its feet! What a way to end a show-give 'em your best to take home with them. But ELP, still the masters of the show, weren't through. Suddenly the stage went dark, broke into an acoustic version of Silent Night. Just Greg Lake, on an acoustic guitar, in the spotlight, and you could have heard a pin drop. And as the lights came up, you could see the stage filled with a chorus of over 100 singers, in red robes, joining in! And then it started to snow-on stage! And the world's largest gasp, took place, as we were filled with awe, and overwhelmed by the beauty of the song. So we all joined in! 19,000 voices! No other time I sing Silent Night will ever come near to that, and each time I sing it I remember the ELP version. And the snow!

And true to form, when we were driving home, with the radio on, WNEW-FM, was reporting on the events of the concert. And almost tearfully, telling of the Silent Night concert. And we were there! Me and the Charlie, probably one of my weirder friends, but the right guy, because we both saw the big picture that night in the music, and the show. But we also saw the small things, that made it all special.

So many only see Christmas a holiday. With names to usher it in like Black Friday, and Cyber Monday, they forget who it is all about. Take the time, today, right now, and step back and listen to the music of Christmas. Enjoy the story, and the message, and reflect on who Jesus is. And what He did. Listen to the words, and if you don't have a special Christmas memory, ask God to give you one this year. And if you do have one, bask in the glory of it, with a God who loved you so much He sent His only son. Truly, there is no Christmas season without Jesus-the only reason for the season!

Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. That's the song I remember, and the Garden was the place. An intimate moment shared with 19,000 concert goers, a chorus of 100, and just an acoustic guitar. And-the snow!

Smile when you think of Christmas-and smile everyday as you remember Jesus. "Do this in remembrance of me, " Jesus says of communion. Commune with Him today! Spend time with Him. Enjoy His company, and share Him with someone. Wish someone Merry Christmas! And show them the love of Jesus.

And may all your Christmases be white!

love with compassion,

Mike

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it's the most wonderful time of the week

Hope you all had a great weekend. As we struggled here in So Cal with weather in the 80-90 degree range, I watched the Pats beat the Bears at Soldier Field in a 26 degree snowstorm. I'm sure with people here complaining of too much heat, and Chicago too much cold, somewhere in the US of A, Goldilocks' weather was just right.

It started off to be a great weekend. Watching American Pickers on Friday night, they went to Bushkill Park, near Easton, where I had been as a kid. As I began to tell Theresa about the Dodgems, the Whip, and the Fun House, they went to all these places. But the most fun was the Fun House, the oldest one in the US. I remember the big slide, and landing on mattresses at the bottom. I remember the swaying bridge, and stairs that moved. But my favorite was still the huge, rotating barrel. And I got excited when I saw it! As it rotates, you try to stand up, and hang onto the walls with no handles-still think I can do it! Just give me the chance! Yes, it's going to be a great weekend.

On Saturday morning, we were going on a toy run to Children's Hospital with Bigg's Hog Group. We went to the local Walmart, and no one was there. Checked another-no bikes. so went by Biggs, where they had left an hour ago. Jerry checked out the web site, and they had changed Walmarts, and although the flyer said San Diego-duh Mike? the address shown said San Marcos. And we missed it. Oh, well, I had a new Scrambler courtesy of Mickey to ride, and it was t-shirt weather, and Bigg's was having their Grand Opening of their new store, I'd just go back later for a free pulled pork lunch. Yes, put the cole slaw on the sandwich-the proper way to eat it.

But leaving the parking lot, I noticed the crossbar was loose on the handlebars, so I went by to see Tom in service. Who found his dusty, metric Allen keys, and catastrophe averted. A Harley guy helping a Triumph guy, could things get any weirder? As I went and parked with Theresa, she had made a new friend, who also had misread the flyer. And then Tom brought a friend over to see the Scrambler. And her Bonneville. Then Spud was there, and pretty soon, we-the Triumphs, were the center of attention. At the Grand Opening of a Harley dealership! Later when I told Spud I felt bad not owning a Harley, since they were always so nice to us, he said "You guys have nice bikes too." Remember when it wasn't what you rode, but that you rode?

Our next appointment was a Rushing Winds Church, a biker church we helped start years ago. I was looking forward to seeing some old faces, and doing some catching up. But with the exception of James and Laurie, they were all new. And no one to share old times with and catch up on. I was the stranger. Even looking at the picture of an early biker church group, the one Biker Tony sent me, failed to enhance any conversations-no one else here had been there! Where are they all now?

Sunday we planned to see Andrew race at Ocotilla, about 100 miles east of here. Going on the Tiger, it was warm already, and no wind-until we started out of Alpine. Then the breezes hit, right where they always do, and then the gusts, so we tried Old Highway 80-no better. So went to Julian, where we hoped to go down Banner Grade, the back way, but a friendly CHP officer told us the wind was bad going down, as always, right after he showed me I was parking in a red zone, would I please move? So we missed Andrew race, but he did too. They were doing a team race, and his partner, Joe, took the first lap, and crashed before Andrew could ride. Bummer. And they were 8th of 60 riders at the time of the crash!

It has been said "man plans, and God laughs." Well,this weekend, "Man whined, and God still loved us." Not a bad weekend, just not what we had planed, or looked forward too. And through it all, God was with us, and I was reminded in His gentle way, he has everything under control. Unlike me. For like Andrew reminded us, we don't know what he may have protected us from. Did my son really say that? But it's true. And I have other tales of times where I got delayed, or stopped, or lost-like the time we went to Boone, only to miss the 600 lightning strikes in Charlotte-I thought the Billy Graham Library was in Boone, so we went there, and no one knew about the library, and my ignorance kept us out away from Charlotte, and probably death.

God knows what is ahead, and we need to let Him guide us. I have learned that flexibility is a key to success in travelling, and also with God. Not compromising your values, but bending with Him, instead of breaking down in the world. And blessings usually follow it. We got to put up our tree, without too much stress. How's that for a blessing? And had a nice lunch together on Sunday. Two periods of rest I am thankful for.

God knows the plans He has for you. So let Him guide you. Travel with Jesus, and you will find the best roads-and the best one, the one He planned for you. Detours to take you different places, and not to annoy, but to bless and protect. And to meet new friends, new diners, and see a side of God you would have missed. Yep, it wasn't so bad after all-except for this guy in a mini van, when we were getting the tree, whose inside looked like the stadium after a Raider's game, but who was worried about tying a tree to the roof and scratching it! And blocked us in, he wasn't going to move until that tree was just right, but we escaped the lot, and him. Funny how watching his selfishness, put it all in perspective. More worried about what was showed on the outside, than what was on the inside. Remember rule #4!

Take care of the big things, and God will take care of the little things-and all else in between.

"Hey Mike, what are you doing today?" Don't ask! Nothing planned. Sometimes the best plans are no plans at all!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the Jimmy Stewart movies of my life

Special moments, times not planned, and times that could not be choreographed-times that just happen, and we are the better for them. As I sit here I think of all the special moments that God has provided for me, times that just happened, not planned or prayed for, but given in a very special way. Here are just a few.

We were at the start of the Baja 1000 in 1998. The Trophy Trucks were staged, and ready to go off in a few minutes. Don Tebbe, crew chief and co-driver for Simon and Simon, a fellow Christian, sees me and we decide to pray. Along with Andrew, we stand at the starting line, just the three of us and start to pray. Looking up after a minute or so, we find that we are surrounded by 100's of racers and fans, and ESPN is filming us. A special moment that God allowed, and all the glory goes to him. And no, the Simons didn't win the race, but they have won something more important, as both Dave and Paul are both saved.

We are at the crash site of Flight 93 in Shanksville on September, 11, 2005. Standing among a group of a few hundred bikers, we are fogged in and cold this morning. While waiting for the program to begin, a man steps out of the crowd, and starts singing the National Anthem. Spontaneously, the crowd joins in, and I can still feel the chills as we sing. A special moment, as we thank God for our country, and the heroes of flight 93. And then, as we finish the song, the fog lifts-right on cue, and as the field appears, we see the flag, 100 yards away, placed on the impact site! Tears were mandatory that morning, as seeing that the "flag was still there," brought a special meaning to the song that morning. And reminded us all of the great land God has given us, and how he continues to "shed His grace on thee!"

We had not seen my parents in New Jersey for years at Christmas. So we planned on going back, while both boys were still living at home-and surprise them. Flying into Newark in a snowstorm, the limo driver got us through to Scotch Plains using all the back roads, and avoided the highway traffic jams. Showing up on December 23rd, at about 8pm, we knocked at the door-and my dad answered in shock! "Michael!" And he couldn't call for my mother fast enough. A special gift to all of us, as later my mother told me this was the best gift she ever got. We had the 24th to shop, while she cooked, and it gave a new excitement to Christmas, as all her family-including grandkids, were home. A time we will never forget, and were blessed to be part of.

Three special times, that God has allowed us to be part of. My parents never would have expected their Christmas visitors, and that made it more special. Just like Jesus coming into the world, He was unexpected, although prophesied. No pomp and circumstance, just an intimate teenage couple, in the barn, while travelling. Little did the innkeeper know He had a king being born in his stable that night.

Somehow we have this holiday thing backwards. Like Thanksgiving-we should give thanks 364 days a year, and have only one day to be a grump-Grumptaking! And when it comes to Jesus, we should celebrate every day-for every day is worth celebrating when He is part of your life. Today you will have many opportunities to encounter Him. From various sources, and various people-don't miss one chance to thank Him. Make today count!

Just a race-no much more in the eyes of God. Just a memorial to American heroes-no much more in the eyes of God-and His spirit guided those heroes on the plane-reciting Psalm 23 and bringing 40 strangers together in unity-and helping preserve America so that more history could be written.

And yes, we were just some crazy people in a snowstorm. But we would do it all over. For in all cases, when we gave of ourselves, and honored God, we received more blessings than the blessings we were willing to give.

Call, phone, e-mail, or visit someone today. Tell them you care, and ask what you can do for them. Tell them Jesus loves them, and show it by your kind words and actions. You'll find precious memories just waiting to happen to you-if only you believe!

love with compassion,

Mike

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ladies and gentlemen-the church!

When asked why The Beatles made their first movie, "A Hard Day's Night," Paul McCartney explained that two years was tops for a hit group. And they wanted to make a movie before they faded away. Never fully realizing at the time, 1964, that the band he played with, would continue through the sixties, and into the seventies, and become timeless. A band so good that you can hear their songs on elevators, 1001 Strings, or hard rock stations. Music so simple, yet so complex that it is studied today on many levels. A band so good, that whenever asked what is your favorite group, they are rarely mentioned-they had very few peers and were so good they were in a class by themselves. There are great groups-but they were the only Beatles!

And this movie is still one of my favorites. I just love the music, but also the way you feel like you get to know each lad. John Lennon, the front man, and wise guy-when asked "how did you find America?" quipped, "go left at Greenland!" Richie Starkey, aka Ringo, plays drums so simply, he only needs a basic set to feed his ego. And who although often criticized for his abilities, when his drumming was analyzed, could not find anyone who could duplicate it. It was almost as if another set of hands was playing with him. He was that good-and innovative on a simple technical level. George, the quiet one, who went on to fame after the Beatles with his All Things Must Pass Album, and the Travelling Wilburies. But who will always be remembered as Patti's first husband, who married his best friend Eric Clapton after they divorced, and who was the inspiration for Layla. Where do you go when you feel lonely? She left George. And Sir Paul McCartney, billionaire and musician/songwriter extraorinaire, the cute Beatle, whose line in the movie "if you hurt my grand dad, I'll cripple ya!" used to make us laugh as we imitated it as kids.

Four men, who were and always will be the Beatles. But more like us than you think. They needed guidance, and without their producer George Martin, music suffered. When their manager, Brian Epstein died, they couldn't function. They succumbed to drugs, women, almost went broke before they broke up, and had to deal with life on the road, and Yoko Ono.

We sometimes talk of what would have happened if someone famous gets saved. How they would change the world. But we discount God in the equation. It isn't people who change us, it is Jesus. Lennon, in his opening line of his signature song, states "imagine there's no heaven"-too bad he now knows he was wrong, or right-for him there is no heaven. George also died, and despite his Hari Krishna, still was afraid of death until the end. And faced the same eternity as John. And even though they wrote the White Album and some 48 songs while under the spell of the Maharishi, he couldn't save them. Their music lives, but they don't.

And they remind me of people I hang with-the people I go to church with. People who are under stress to make decisions. Who are under stress to perform for others. Who face money problems, career decisions, and how to deal with relationships when people become involved. You see we are all really the same, except for the decisions we make. Some are given talent, like the Beatles, and find fame in it. The Bible tells us some are teachers, exhorters, servers, and writers. But it takes all of us to make the church, and for it to function as a unit. Without Lennon, there is no Lennon/McCartney songwriting team. Without Ringo, no drums And without George, a much better guitarist then John, you would miss John complimenting him at the end of "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You," his first solo effort. An unscripted scene in the movie. You see until the holy spirit comes upon you, you just wander, and cannot be guided correctly. You seek your own understanding, and some find it in drugs, women, or rock and roll. Some hide behind a job, but can all be found in any church, maybe next to you, or maybe you. We all need Jesus, and until we are led by Him, we are truly just a gathering of believers, but when led by Him we become the church as He calls us. A Super group if there ever was one!

It's possible that there are talented people within the church just waiting for the chance to audition for God, to use the talent He has given them. Take your audition on the road. Share love wherever you are. It is up to the leadership to see it, guided by the Holy Spirit, and encourage it. To bind us together in the unity of love that only God can, and watch as a group of strangers become a group of believers-a family. We may not be a John, Paul, George, or Ringo like group-but we can be a group like Miles, Josh, Mark, and Richard. Guided by the spirit, an example to others. Whose signature song is Jesus, and don't imagine, but know there is a heaven, and long for it. Who can pick up a Bible and make it come to life just like the lads with their instruments. But without Jesus, they are just notes on a page-it is Jesus who makes us a church, and makes us a song unto Him.

I love this movie, and the music, but the last scene is my favorite. And I still look for ways to use it conversation, when I can. The lads have just completed a TV show and are being ushered off stage by their manager Norm. He is rushing them to their next appointment, when he confronts John. In a scene that almost looks too real to be scripted, he turns to John, and says "Lennon!" "WHAT?" "I have only one thing to say to you-you're a swine!" And the look on John's face, and the immediate laughter on Paul's let me think it was spontaneous, it's that good.

Spontaneity in the spirit. And the only way to get it is to let Him lead your life. If only John had a real Jesus instead of his imagination, he'd be in heaven now. Don't you make the same mistake. All you need is love-and that love is Jesus! Jesus mania!

love with compassion,

Mike

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it's pronounced J, as in Juan

As much as I don't like rules, I am glad that there are certain laws in the universe. Numbers is/are one of them. Add two evens, you always get an even. Same with two odds. But one of each will always get you an odd. Same with multiplication. Two evens=an even. Two odds=odd. But one of each equals an even. Strange, isn't multiplication just repeated addition? Next you're gonna tell me 2+2doesn't equal 4!

And just how much is infinity? Just when you think you've arrived, somebody comes along and adds one to it, and off you go. And how about infinitely small? 1/2 is more than 1/8, and the higher the denominator, the bottom number, the lower the number. And it used to be we had cars with engines measured in cubic inches, of which there is no substitute. Until we went metric, and the Chevy 327 became a 5.3 litre, the 350 a 5.6 and Ford's 351 a 5.7. Somehow a 5.0 Mustang sounds Ok, but I still prefer the 302. 6.6 or a 400? Thanks to Harley, the last motorcycle holdout, for staying with cubic inches. 96, 103, or a 110, that's still a lot of cc's! And who can remember when the "74" was the big engine? Now you can get it in a Sporty. And why is my 900 Scrambler only really 865cc's? When the Z-1 was 900 was really a 903? Who's really in charge here? Times change, but numbers don't. I think. Test-pick a number between 1 and 10-now remember it for later.

And just when you think you've got the numbers down, try spelling. Why isn't phonics spelled like it sounds? Why do we have i before e, but not after c? Why is a c pronounced like an s in cylinder, and like a k in cat? The answer-a man called Noah Webster, who took it upon himself to set up a system-his, to spell words uniformly. Before his 1828 dictionary, words were spelled like they sounded-sometimes, just like they tried to instill in some schools in the nineties, and gave us a generation who can't spell. And while watching a newscast on why the US is falling behind in education, they inadvertently showed E-bonics on the board. I thought we spoke English here, or is it American, since we are in America? Confused, or is it konfused? I guess it depends on when and where you went to school. And if you can remember high school as the best seven years of your life.

But somehow the truth is still the truth. And not to be confused with a truth. A truth is I like to ride motorcycles. The truth is Jesus is the only way to God. And cults like Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, and others change a few words and alter the text of the Bible. Jesus isn't a way-He is the way! He isn't a God, He is God! And you MUST be born again to inherit the kingdom of God-it is not a suggestion. Just like a 900 cc piston won't fit in a 250cc hole, the truth is still and always will be the truth.

So whether you drive a 1964 1/2 Mustang-no such thing as all were titled as 1965's, or your 74 Pan Head motor is different from a 1200 Sportster, don't be misled. The truth is still the truth. Jesus Christ is God! Deny His deity, and you deny Him! God made it simple, so even guys like me could get it. I'm also glad He gave us eternity-an eternal right now. No past, no future-just now-forever. Try making an equation for that. Now+one still equals right now! Forever! So much for that old time/space continuum.

So go with the truth. Liars may figure, and figures lie, and do you want two, to go, or to go, too-the choice is yours. If you want two, is different than wanting to go to, and different than wanting to go, too. I will go to heaven, I hope you two, go too!

See you there. Now that we have this grammar and math thing down, here's the final. How many people does it take to change a light bulb? Answer-doesn't matter unless the bulb really wants to change!

Oh, and that number you picked-that wasn't it! Don't make the same mistake with God!

love with compassion,

Mike

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what friends are for

We were woken up this morning to the sound of helicopters flying overhead. Just a few blocks away, a man had been making explosives, bombs, and robbing banks. When trying to send a robot in to search for other bombs, it couldn't maneuver due to clutter, so the bomb squad will be setting fire to the house tomorrow, under the guidance of the fire department. And many precautions are being taken, as no one knows for sure what is in the house. And it seems weird, almost scary, that someone a few streets away, that I may have seen in the store or passed in traffic, can be so evil. But I find that although I know who my neighbors are, I really don't know them, or them me.

I was reminded last night, and have been for a few years now, how difficult and misunderstood you are when taking a stand for Christ. Obeying the spirit can be hazardous to old relationships, careers, and even families. But staying close to God in these attacks, is still the best place to be. And He has to change the hearts of those attacking, and yours, too, or you will always be at odds with them. Three choices-your way, their way, or the correct answer-God's way! I still choose God's way.

When Jesus formed His gang, He chose 12 itinerant, Jewish citizens. Twelve men who outside of Him, really had not much in common. But in Him, they had all things in common. Andy, Pete, and two guys named Jim, Jack, Matt, Phil,Tommy, Bart, Thad, Simon, and a guy from Carriot, Judas. Fisherman, anarchists, tax collectors, and a businessman-sounds like my biker friends, these men followed by faith a man who they knew little about, but who was to change the world. And despite giving up their careers, friends, and sometimes family to follow, devoted themselves to Jesus, and even after His death carried on the work He had given them to do. And all, except Judas, were martyred, being boiled in oil, flayed-skinned alive, beheaded, crucified, or stoned. Judas, who ratted out Jesus, took his own life, hanging himself from a tree, that the branch broke on and spilled out his guts. But the eleven who were loyal to Jesus had a name that only He could call them. He called them friends. He even called Judas His friend until the end, but Judas refused.

Don't refuse Jesus' friendship today. It will cost something, maybe only a change of your lifestyle, but maybe your job or old friends. But what He removes, He also replaces, and it is not a fair trade. You get much more returned than you ever gave up. And carry it with you into eternity, and for eternity.

Today the friends may be questioning your ways. They don't get it why you changed, or are changing. Your family may not get it, and want to disown you, or just call you a nut. Just as God changes your life, He can change theirs, too. It takes just a little faith, and He will do it. A little trust, and He can show you. And just a little obedience, and you can being the trip of a lifetime.

Don't expect understanding, or even support. Those can only be found in Jesus. His gang of 12 entered in faith, and their actions continue to change the world. But it is only in the spirit,and following Jesus that this can be done. His will, not yours. His will, not your friends. Take the first step today, and watch as joy replaces confusion, and purpose replaces that empty feeling. God knows, and He knows you. It took only 12 men, will you join with them? Can He call you friend?

You never know who your neighbor is. Our neighborhood is a good example of that. What goes on inside doesn't always show on the outside. Let the light of God shine out from you today, in whatever neighborhood you happen to be in. Preach the word daily, and if needed use words.

love with compassion,

Mike

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breakfast-it's not just for pizza anymore

Now that our sons are/were out of the house, Theresa still makes the same size portions for dinner, but we have lunch for the next day in the form of leftovers. Even if it something we would usually lick the bowl clean on, she still puts aside a portion for me for the next day, and it is something I look forward to for lunch. And it reminds me of when we were kids, and all the starving kids in China who would have wanted what was left on your plate. "Eat it, kids are starving in China," and you wonder if the answer to world hunger was as close as the plate your dog was about to clean when you were done eating. But as kids, I don't remember many leftovers, and I don't remember leaving the table still hungry either.

When in Cleveland for business, we would stay at this Holiday Inn. Ironically, it had this huge atrium, to let the sun in-which rarely visits Cleveland, so you always had this cheerful, gray sky watching over you. And as far as food goes, it was maybe a 2 out of 10, only because how badly can you screw up French fries-which seemed to come with everything. But where there cuisine lacked flavor, I will give them a higher score for creativity, or maybe more accurately efficient use of food on hand. After enduring the same sausage links-either raw or jerky style for breakfast, you didn't get to choose, one night they had a sign in the lobby that tonite was pizza night. And since we were all tired of prepared food, we thought a break was coming. Even the girl at the desk said it was pretty good, but after eating it found she probably was paid to lie, and had never eaten it. Remember my comment on French fries? Well, they may have been the only thing not on it. The best way I can describe it, was a pizza omelets. Sans eggs. What hadn't been eaten , or thrown away from previous breakfasts, was on the pizza. Now I like sausage on my pizza, but links? Long strips of still not fully cooked bacon? Something that may have been hash browns-at least it was brown, and on a thin, cardboard hard crust. Sorta like the precursor to carbon fibre, without the carbon, not sure about the fiber-could have been the entire pizza that gave us the get up and go feeling! Anyway, I/we had never eaten anything like this before-it was leftovers pizza! Not to be confused with leftover pizza, which I like. This was made from food saved after we had eaten breakfast-and maybe not that day, and may have been from someone else's plate. When one wise guy thought he recognized his teeth marks in a link, we didn't doubt him. And we all vowed to never eat pizza in Cleveland again. Cleveland, home of the Cuyahoga River that caught fire, the Indians, who hadn't for years, the Browns who left to become Ravens, and now this-breakfast leftovers pizza. But what would you expect from a town on a lake called Erie/Eerie? And no mention was ever made of the poor kids in China starving. At least in Mexico, they would have made it into a burrito-here you couldn't even roll the crust!

People can be leftovers too. And not just in Cleveland. So many times, we feel the need to minister, but are afraid of one on one contact. So we give money, when really the tug of our heart is to sit with them. I have been in fast food restaurants, where a homeless guy was to be ejected, and told the manager, "it's OK, he's with me." I have sat and listened to those who no one listens too, and found that except for the grace of God, there go I. But many are destitute, due to bad decisions, and are unwilling to make a good decision for Christ. And yet, He stands ready to help in any and very situation. Like Job, we cannot see the events in heaven, and can't tell if we are being tested, or bragged about by God. We only think of our present situation, and not from God's perspective, but ours. We become like a dog, eating everything insight,whether it tastes good or not, or even if it isn't edible. We shun good advise, and end up like the pizza in Cleveland-inedible, and filled with trash from earlier in the day. Jesus promises us that if we turn to Him, He will guide our paths. Doesn't always promise it won't be tough-like the pizza crust, but that He will get us through-like He did the pizza meal. But we must trust Him, because He is trustworthy. He has never failed, and won't. Be it hunger, finances, rent, cars, jobs, pizza, or relationships-He stands ready to guide you, and the line is never too long that He doesn't get to you. His time for you isn't leftover, and there are no lines-He always has time for you.

Render unto Christ the things of Christ-your life! And let Him guide and provide. Take some one on one time, and participate, not only donate. And look out for daily specials, and if the sausage is link, the bacon is limp, and the crust is hard-remember life can be like that too. And Jesus has a special meal provided just for you. Trust Him-one on one. He fed the 5000, many times, but served them individually. And has a daily special with your name on it-just for you! Nothing leftover, and unlike breakfast in Cleveland, His blessings are new every morning. What are you hungry for? Your next meal is just one prayer away!

love with compassion,

Mike

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reassemble reversing procedure, or I did it my way

If you want to cheese off your mechanic, work on it first. And if you really want to cheese him off, take it apart for him, then give him the mess you created. Can you fix my bike, I put all the pieces in those boxes. Thanks, buddy. Mechanics hate to finish a job that someone else has started. They hate coming in to clean up someone's else self inflicted wound, and sometimes their only recourse is to make you pay for your indiscretion, meaning open your wallet-wide, and they'll tell you when to stop. A stupid fee tacked on, one the government never sees, and is not deductible. And we have all been guilty of it, trying to save time or money, or even trying to do it yourself. I had a friend tell me recently, I can remove the head easily, no big deal. But can you replace it? On the street? With few tools? No parts department to replace part you break? Have you ever done one before? And after his bruised ego began to heal, he admitted there is a reason things cost what they do. Built into each job is a factor of security, knowing that a trained person did it, and I shouldn't have to worry. We called it a cheese 'em off factor. No matter how much money you may save doing it yourself, it wasn't worth the aggravation-and never the money saved. Particularly when you ended up towing the car to the shop anyway, having the tech laugh behind your back, and then charging you more to fix things you screwed up. Any relation to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and no names have been mentioned to protect me.

But yet we are a society who values trying before giving up. And fails to recognize that having someone trained to do the job is not a weakness, but a strength. Someone who will hold the wrench while you turn the car, not the other way around. And I learned-albeit pride fully, that it is easier to let someone trained do it than let me ruin it. Plus it cuts into my riding time. Which is why I have good friends who are trusted mechanics, but never ride with them. While they wrench, I ride. On rides, if someone breaks, they fix. And they never get to fully enjoy the ride, for some fool always takes the time to break so they can be inconvenienced.

Don't ask a doctor on the street for free advice. You will get what you paid for. Lawyers, the same. And mechanics-if he says bring it by so he can look at it, he means park it out front, and when he goes to lunch he can look at it, and when going home also. Yeah, looked at it twice today, probably will again tomorrow. Don't bother me-I'm busy!

So as our Bibles gathers dust, we search the internet for answers. We go on blogs, talk rooms, and Google our problem. And finally when our life is more broken than when we started, we call on God, or pick up our dusty Bible. And then search for a scripture that we like, and there-God has answered my request. But more times than not, just found a convenient way out. Do you have more time on the net, than in the Word? Can you find Blueletterbible.com faster than the book of Jonah? Hmmm, what page was I on? And then do you voice, e, or other mail a friend in despair for help? When God was there the whole time, knew the situation, the problem, and the solution. And all you had to do was ask!

He wisely tells us to seek Him first. We aren't the first generation to try to fix it ourselves. But we may be the last. Let God be God, He's up to the job. He has the parts, the tools, and the knowledge to fix your problem. And will show compassion to you when your new bike comes to him in four boxes, instead of two wheels. He won't laugh behind your back-that is the universe, or in front of your either. And-He is always available, you don't cut into His riding time, and no appointment necessary.

Like the ad says, pay me now or pay me later. Aren't you glad Jesus already paid the price, and left the door open so we can visit any time we want? Your car or bike shouldn't come in boxes, and your life shouldn't be spent inside one. Do something daring today-trust God, the first time. And then maybe when I call, we can ride together. A better testimony to us and our relationship with Jesus than making payments, sadly, when the job still isn't done!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the new guy at lunch

I worked with a guy once, who when he found out I was a Christian, boldly informed me "I'm an atheist!" Accepting the challenge, I just looked at him, and said, "you know by definition, you don't exist." "HUH?" "Yes, everyone worships something, and you just happen to worship yourself." I was hoping to make this a short conversation, as he had an audience of several co-workers with him that day, and I was new and outnumbered, or at least it would appear so. Not knowing what to say back, he ate more of his sandwich, then proceeded to tell me what he didn't believe. "There is no God, the Bible is made up, we all come from some slimy substance via evolution, Jesus may have been a great teacher, but that is all, and all this faith stuff is so much !@#^&^&%$!!"

Once again, I gave him an unexpected answer, hoping to just end the conversation. "You are an incredible man of faith. By your first statement I never would have guessed it. When you can, find time so I can ask you questions, you seem to have a grip on how life works. It takes a great deal of faith to believe how you do with no evidence or facts. Yes, I never would have guessed you to be a man of faith." And after the surprised look fell from his face, several seconds later, I continued. "Yes, you have more faith than many. Even more than some Christians I know. It takes faith to believe the improvable, and you cannot prove God exists. Wiggle your hand, God made that. Smell a flower, he did that too. Why does the sun rise and set the same every day? God, again. Yes-it takes incredible faith to not believe when there is all this evidence of Him, and so much more!"

Now his friends were listening. "And the Bible. Did you know the more men try to debunk it, they only prove it more. Do you think that a God who created the universe would be stupid enough to leave His story to a group of men? All scripture is inspired by God. Shipbuilders build ships based on the ark's dimensions, they are the most sea worthy. Thousands of years before telescopes, it was written about the stars and how they work. Do you know of any prophecies ever given that aren't 100% accurate about Jesus? And that over 500 people saw Him after He was crucified? He truly rose again, like He said He would. Do you know anyone else who would die for a society that hated Him? Would you die for your wife and kids? Jesus did!"

At this point, the audience was urging me on. But this was not a battle to be won by me, but by the Holy Spirit using me in this situation. "And where is your missing link, do you think that maybe people act like animals today because maybe they believe they came from ooze? Or maybe when people come to Christ we try to act like Jesus because we then know our true origin? We try to please God, rather than arguing against Him. And do you know of any religion, other than being a Christian, where God reaches down to people, instead of making them come to Him? Did you know we love Him, because He loved us first?"

And at that point, lunch was over, but my debater friend told me, "you know Mike, I have hundreds of questions for you." And even more interesting, I found that some in the room were Christians, that he had bullied. Only when God changed my heart not to win an argument, but to win a soul, did the conversation and the tone change.

Engage a Mormon or JW lately? Leave frustrated? Read 2John, don't debate them, for just by engaging them, you have lost. Show love, you have it, they don't. God knows that, and even tells don't even say "God bless you," to such a so-called brother. Your job, like Jonah's, is simply to take the message. It is up to the Holy Spirit to change a heart, just like He did yours. Spiritual battles are fought on spiritual planes, and only God can do that. So let Him.

I was unprepared that time at lunch, God gave me the words. Take my advice, and try the following. Mike's rule #1. Never argue with an idiot, because you will never win. Show love instead. And-preach the word daily, and when needed use words. The world is always watching, but not always listening.

Are you? By your fruit, you will be known. And sometimes it just starts by throwing a seed, or watering one someone else planted. But God provides the growth.

Only in Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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rule #4 or Goldilocks and the three cars

As you go through life, certain truths become self evident, while some take longer to cultivate. And then there are the others that you stumble upon by sheer repititveness, and then finally the truth. Rule #4 has been cultivated over many years, starting when I was in the automotive business. It is not a hard and fast rule, but has proven itself to be true and reliable time and time again. You may not agree, but then again it's not your rule.

Rule #4-you can tell a lot about a person's life and its condition by the condition of the interior of his car.

As a service advisor, over the years you see many things, some you want and some you wish you hadn't. And this rule reflects it. Example one-if soccer mom comes in with hamburger wrappers on the floor, one or more cell phone charging devices, and mail stuck in the console, she is out of control. And so are her kids, and probably her marriage as well. She has no sense of timing, although she does understand always being late, and rather than talk to her kids, puts a DVD screen in front of them. Then wonders why they act like they do, or more accurately like she does. Why does Billy struggle at school? He's just like mom! Why is little Lulu 30 pounds overweight? Too many meals at the drive thru. And why are the late fees piling up? I have never known of a mailman to deliver to a car, so the mail had to get misplaced in your console by someone.

Oh, and the car? I change the oil every time the low oil light comes on. And I wash it when you do, when it is serviced. Life and car-outta control! And she and her husband wonder why their lives are such a mess?

I also have had men whose car is immaculate. Don't even think of eating or drinking in it. It gets washed weekly, and detailed monthly. Talks using Blu tooth, and even has a little note pad to take notes on. His kids don't like riding in his car, too many rules. And aren't allowed by it in the garage. He understands taking care of his car, and it and his life are very orderly. No room for flexibility, or even an occasional change in plans. He needs to consult his Daily Planner to see where and when he is supposed to be, and would like to conduct a pat down of his wife or friends before they ride with him. What he doesn't realize, is like his wife the pig, they are both outta control. One buried in rules, one buried without. The common denominator is that no family trips in the car are planned for the near future-or ever!

And then there is the guy, whose car is a coupe, or a two door in a world of mini vans. Who has just enough seats in his car to take his entire family should an emergency arise, but not enough to transport the soccer team to practice. Let others have the interior destroyed by the team, and let them use their gas. I enjoy my car,and I take care of it. It gets serviced, before things have to get repaired, and it shows it is cared for-but also shows signs of life. Not perfect, but lived with, and his wife is ok driving it. Just beware of her friends, who may be example number one. We don't eat in the car, but then we don't pee in other's pool, or swim in their toilet either. Common sense, and respect dictate this life, and it shows. And the other two examples think he is nuts. What he is, is normal. His kids respect the car, may even help keep it clean, and it shows in their schoolwork, choice of friends, and their attitude to life.

Does you own your car, or does it own you? Many things in life influence our decisions. Just like a pecking order in cars, bigger is better, and most expensive means we've arrived, their is a pecking order in life. And some buy into it early, and some inherit it. But few escape its trap. In our society, it is see and be seen. yes, I own a Mercedes Benz, only don't tell anyone it is 15 years old, with fast food wrappers on the dash. Or yes I own a Corvette, but won't drive it because it might get hit-or stolen. And because of perceptions, both don't enjoy their cars, but live in an allusion to others.

The Bible tells us to be happy in each situation. Not to enjoy the pain, but to look to the cross and watch as God guides you through it. Don't let the situation dictate your life, let your life dictate the situation, when led by the spirit. You see He looks at your heart, and sees the pain between the lost bills and the burger wrappers. He overlooks the mustard on the seats, and sees the confusion that got it there. He overlooks your over organized life, and loneliness of your perfect interior. He wants to ride with you, but you won't let Him. You only see someone religious laws, and not the God of the universe who loves you, and wants to see you succeed-successfully!

But you must let Him. Your choice. You must let God be God, or else you are-and that is never a good thing. Let God lead, and then you follow. Let Him into your car/life, and watch as the clutter disappears, and peace takes its place. Watch as loneliness and rules fade away, as you become a person who can love and forgive. And normal becomes letting Him into ever aspect of your life. And in all situations you find yourself thanking Him more and more.

You may think we aren't looking but we are. And so is God, who sees all. Seek Him today, and let Jesus be the answer to all your car problems, and life problems, too. Rule #4. Let Jesus rule in your heart, and watch as all the other rules fade away, and enjoy the freedom of knowing a loving, living God.

And I anticipate many mini vans seeing the light of day at the car wash this afternoon. We notice change in all aspects of your life. And wish to rejoice with you. And now may even consider riding with you! And He doesn't mean on your dash!

love with compassion,

Mike

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