Do you remember playing Hucklebucklebeanstalk in elementary school? It was a popular game up until about the fifth grade, when somehow the joy of looking for a missing object just didn't light our fires anymore. If you aren't familiar with it, while you were sitting at your desk, with your heads down, like when you were being punished, one of the more favored pupils, aka the pet, would take a common classroom item, like an eraser, or bean bag, or whatever, and hide it. Then in complete silence, the rest of the class drones would hover around the room, searching for it. When one did-usually another teacher's pet, they would sit down, again silently, until a few others found it, just in case teacher's pet #1 had found another hidden eraser. But before they sat down, while you were cruising for the hidden item, the hider would give clues like hot, cold, or you're very hot or cold. Maybe this explains why cold weather doesn't bother me. They were the only ones to break the eerie silence. And of course the finder, when they had returned to their seat after locating it, would yell, "hucklebucklebeanstalk!" alerting us other wandering fools they had found the holy grail of the game. Bored yet, I guess by the fifth grade the charm, allure, and excitement of finding a chalkboard eraser wanes so that other intense games, but not as quiet, as kickball, take its place. But for a rain soaked Jersey kid, this was recess far too often.
I am on my ninth new Triumph this year, and all have one thing in common-a clock. And it seems no two are alike when it comes to setting it, and until you do it blinks like many people's VCR used to at 12:00. Which amazes me-one that these tiny numbers get your attention more easily than the bigger ones in a digital speedometer, and two, how they can build such great bikes, but such lousy instruments. Sadly, all bikes are into this info game now, and when I figured out the latest one, I almost shouted "hucklebucklebeanstalk!" Which was much nicer than what I had been previously thinking. Note-it is easier to set clock while parked than at 80mph. I'd rather hucklebuckle horsepower!
But so much for the newer generation that has to know everything. Who because of the internet has access to more info that is unusable at any given time. And now due to i-pods, can be on the side of the road and Google "how to set clock on motorcycle?" and get the answer. But as info driven as we are, there are more things we can never know. But yet, as news of the day points toward the Rapture, the interest among Christians of who is the Anti-christ rises. Why, do some who claim to know Jesus, wish to know who will be the worst man ever on earth? If they truly believe Jesus will rapture them, why do they spend time wondering who it will be when it will never effect them? Maybe the warning of who you seek you will find hasn't sunk in yet. You have found the savior, quit looking!
But for generations, the elect, and some who think they are, still look. But only God knows when Jesus will rapture us, which keeps the devil on his toes. For since he doesn't know either, he has to prepare an antichrist for each generation. And he must be ready at any given time. And then he gets to mislead anyone he can by making that generation wonder who it is. Or was, or might have been. Which may explain in recent years the plethora of wretched individuals released into humanity.
Now just suppose you did know, which you can't do unless you get left behind. Will it matter? You have a far greater chance, 100% of being wrong, and ruining your witness. So keep the gospel simple, and be more concerned about Jesus' first appearance. For if you blow that one, you really won't like His second. Focus on Jesus, keep Him the main thing, and let God handle the time and place. For whether by the rapture or not, you will go to heaven when you die if you are saved.
Quit walking around in silence like we did as kids playing Hucklebucklebeanstalk. We know the truth, and who He is. Let Jesus change someone else's life like He changed yours. Hallelujah instead of hucklebucklebeanstalk! For what you have found has never been hidden, and let the lost wonder who will be their king.
Oh, and the clocks on bikes-what exactly does the time 1724 mean? I chose the 24 hour clock, whoever heard of a clock only working for 12 hours anyway?
love with compassion,
Mike
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