Wednesday, August 24, 2011

dual citizenship




My current ride is a 2012 Triumph Tiger XC courtesy of Triumph Motorcycles. Among other things it is bike of the year for Rider, and Dual Sport of the year for other magazines. And it should be, it is a great bike, and the eighth one I have ridden this year, putting on miles for the press fleet. Since the importer/distributor is in Newnan, Georgia, the bike comes with Georgia license plates, which start some interesting conversations. "Did you ride from Georgia? No, but I have. How long did it take you to get here? Weren't you paying attention to my first answer? Are you riding it back? No, I only put 1000 miles on them, then turn it in for another." I won't mention that I have ridden over 20 new bikes this year, right out of the crate and never ride more than 1200 miles on one. No need upsetting them. And when I tell them it belongs to Triumph, and they are from Georgia, I get sad looks, like they really wish I had ridden it from there. But even sadder is when someone from Georgia talks to me, and I have to tell them I am from California. I have even had people solicit me to move there, telling me how pretty it is, and one woman almost shed tears when I told her I couldn't, wouldn't, and didn't want to. Among other things if I did I wouldn't get the chance to ride all these new bikes. All this because of the Georgia tag on the bike. And for you more anal types, it is a bike manufactured in England, distributed out of Georgia, picked up at press fleet in Pleasanton, and ridden by a guy in Escondido. How's that for a genealogy?
And unless you are a Native American, you too came from somewhere else. So we are Italian-Americans, Polish Americans, African Americans, and you get the picture. But we are all Americans! So why don't we act like it? Why when we live in the greatest country in the world, do we want to cling to our heritages, and for some it is so many generations the whatever-American heritage is gone. The best thing about becoming an American is that when you come here you give something up, to gain a lot more. Or why would you come? Does anyone move for a worse existence? Freedom and the American dream that even though is demised, is still the best in the world. And my advice to those who don't like it here, go somewhere else and try it. And see if what you are getting is more than you are giving up! We are still the Land of the free, and the Home of the brave! Benevolent and compassionate-we send more money, supplies, people, and missionaries to the rest of the world when in need than anybody else. Try that Mexico. Russia. Cuba. Iraq. We are the US of A, and I am glad to be a citizen of it!
So when a woman one time, came into my office at Mercedes Benz, and wanted to know what kind of American I was, she was a Persian American, I told her I was an American-that said it all, and don't try to diminish it by adding anything to it. But as she kept on, I finally decided to end the conversation. "I am a Heaven American, for that is where my eternal citizenship lies." And she left, not being able to digest that, but the truth is, I am a Heaven American, for my citizenship is in heaven. Written in the book of life, my name is right there to prove it. For you see when we die, we all have an eternal place we are going, but not all go to heaven. You see you need Jesus Christ to get there, and some people reject Him, their choice, not His, for He wants all to go to heaven. He didn't die for some, but all-while we were still sinners. That's love. But you must give up something to get there, it is called sin. And not all wish to give it up, or call on the name of Jesus. And at the point of death they go to hell, Hell Americans if you wish. And my advice to you, is if you don't want to go to hell, call on Jesus. For God does not send anyone to Hell! It is your choice to go. That is why Jesus Christ came to earth, to save us from hell. But true love demands a decision, so it is left to the individual. God is the only one who will never force His will or ways on you. Only in Jesus will you find eternal life, is what you have worth it? Ask yourself the question Jim Elliot did, who gave his life as a missionary to see whole tribes repent. "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." So the choice is yours.
Don't be misled like those who think I am from Georgia. Or those who tell you there is no hell, and if heaven exists you can work your way to it. God knows us better, so He gave us grace. It is a gift you cannot earn.
After I get a 1000 miles on the Tiger it goes back to Triumph. My own bike has a California plate. Am I from California or is the bike? Or am I a California-American? The plate you hang on your life will tell more about you than you think. And to me, being a future citizen of heaven is the most important. And until then, the rest is just for the ride.
Keeping my eyes ahead on the things on high. Not worrying about what is behind me, like a license plate. I know in whom I believe. And I know this is only temporary, even if a lifetime is hard to think of in those terms. For even license plates will expire and have to be renewed. Be renewed now, and refreshed, knowing that your final destination is heaven.
And until that day, I won't mind if you refer to me as a heaven American! Just let me ride!
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com

BEEfore (6) and the HEREafter




God has blessed me with a desire and ability to minister in hospitals. I have seen blood, guts-I even held a man's brain in his head once, third degree burns, and bones sticking through skin. And somehow it hasn't bothered me, but given me a great compassion for those sick or wounded. And for that, I am thankful to God, and to the doctors and nurses who deal with this on a daily basis. I also spend much time ministering to the families of the sick and injured. They are the ones whose life must go on despite a wounded husband or wife, their children still have school and soccer, etc. to go to. In other words, life must go on, and while the patient is being surrounded with constant care, they aren't. So God has allowed me to be part of a group of like hearted people, and we see that meals are provided, kids get to practice, and that the spouse can be with her loved one in the hospital. And we do it in the name of the Lord, simply based on the obedience of being a Matthew 25 believer, Jesus asked "when I was sick did you visit? Hungry, feed me? Alone, take me in? Thirsty and homeless, did you take me in and offer me drink?" We do these things not to earn our way to heaven, it is a gift called grace, but because of the love of Jesus in our hearts. And we hope to be an inspiration and encouragement for others to do so. Remember the greatest love statement? Laying down your life for another may only inconvenience you for awhile, but will change your life. Always for the better. Try it some time, trust God when He says to do something, and look out-here come the blessings!
But as much as I like visiting those in the hospital, I am the world's lousiest patient, more of an IMpatient patient. So when I got stung for the fifth or sixth time-we only went to the hospital all times but once, so we don't tend to count that one, I took my EPI pen, my Benadryl, and Theresa took me to the ER. Which immediately took me in and started the breathing and IV's. This one was relatively minor compared to others-one time I couldn't breathe as my throat closed up and when the first breathing treatment didn't work, the doctor's look on his face told me this was serious. And the time, #2 or #3, Dick had to get me from Palomar, the left side of my face and eye completely swollen shut, at least we laughed when the people got out of our way when we left-"if you ever pull this stunt again I'll blacken both your eyes!" he shouted, and the crowd moved-far away. And we both laughed.
I have been told that each one will get worse, but with quick treatment only left with my left eye partially swollen shut, mouth and neck swollen, and my left arm swollen and very painful where I was stung yesterday. Six times in less than 15 months, why are the bees always picking on me?
But back to being the IMpatient patient. It forces me to rely on someone else, for them to be their brothers keeper, and it is humbling. It is humbling to watch your wife and son terrified of how their husband and dad are-they have been through this before with me. It means a life change for a few days, and I had to miss a dinner with Ballerina, her family, Roscoe, and Charlie that I had been looking forward to. That is the pride side of it. But the God side is I am not afraid to die. In fact, if I had drifted off and woke up in heaven, I would be ecstatic! For I am not afraid to die-I want to see Jesus!
And that is what I hope to share with all I visit in the hospitals. And from Gavin and Lynsay, Conrad and his family, Bikerjim, Bill, Lucy, and so many others, God has allowed me to share the love of Christ to them all-and watched as Jesus Christ has changed their lives-and how they all welcome heaven now-Born Again! A final healing that lasts forever.
So simply pray that Jesus Christ comes into your life. No big religious experience, but you will know when you let Him into your heart-it's that personal. Don't wait until it takes an accident, job loss, the ruin of a relationship, or death of a loved on-trust God now!
And pray for this IMpatient patient. God knows our days, and the day of or escape from earth, so yesterday wasn't my day. He also doesn't guarantee you tomorrow, so wishes that today be the day of your salvation. And the day that your life truly begins. I want to go to heaven-ASAP. But until I do, I will try to be obedient to God, to not be such an IMpatient patient, and to lay down my life, or at least my plans here for others. Love will do that to you. And love is not an emotion, although it can make you emotional. It is not a feeling, although it will wake up your feeling. God is love, and only found through His Son Jesus Christ. Can't find words for it, you have to experience it for yourself. Fall in love today!
For God so loved the world He sent His only son...just for you!
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com