none of the above

Over the years I have written lists of things I need to do.  Learned probably from our mothers, who before they went grocery shopping made lists so they wouldn’t forget anything, we still do today.  Forget things that is, as many times we forget to take the list with us, guessing as we go down every aisle, and then return home with a cart full of things we didn’t need, but without the one thing we did.  I am sure pyschologists have a term for it, I just feel stupid.  A term we all can associate with.  But for years I made preride lists when setting off on long rides.  Not wanting to miss anything, but over the years the list has changed, and soon became a mental note.  Repetition will do that, as you cannot teach experience.  We learned what to take, what not to take, what could be thrown away aw we go, and what could be bought at Walmart as we travelled.  Also where to pack things is important, things less used on the bottom, the most used things on top.  Which things can be worn for days, which things can’t, and which things we will never need.  All lists of their own, think of them as children of the main list, and they often times grew lists of their own.

I have  a quick checklist when I ride press bikes.  Adjust the mirrors, many don’t and never use them.  Triumphs don’t vibrate and the mirrors produce images you can see.  If it has a clock, or other settings, I set them.  One ride on a new Speed Triple R was harsh, until 2 clicks to the front forks smoothed it all out.  Now I check before riding off.  Does it have fuel?  Learned the hard way new bikes take a few miles before the miles to empty resets.  Makes me miss the old petcock.  But then ready to ride, I can go assured that the bike is ready, I am ready, look out road, here I come.  And I have preride checks for each day, for each bike, and for every couple weeks.  When I was a Service Advisor I used to tell my customers maintainance is expensive, but repairs always cost more, and not just in dollars.  Setting off with just enough tire, then riding more than I planned has put me at more than one dealer’s mercy.  So it is checklists are part of our lives, from riding to some and their TV schedules, from playlists on i-tunes, to grocery shopping.  But the one thing missing from all lists, that should be included, but is glossed over, is one that we neglect, either through pride or lack of patience.  Simple put, it is “None of the above.” 

And I find that many times when planning trips, I forget to include that one as a route.  Construction, weather, curves, or time constraints make me alter my course, and take roads not found on any map.  To places to ride, places to eat, people to meet, many of the best rides fall into the “none of the above” listing.  Life is like that also.  Prayer life in particular.  We go to God, who we claim knows everything, but limit him in our prayer.  “Please Lord give me this or that,” and then get upset when he doesn’t.  We don’t like the word no, two letters that can change any attitude instantly, alter any ride, and change our course.  But many times, we get “none of the above” from God as our answer, and we get upset.  Cheesed off.  And only in his grace and mercy do we later see why.  He had something better for us.  Something we couldn’t see, and many times so much better than we expected.  I am reminded many times of a trip back from Canada, and stopping in Reno.  Circus, Circus had huge signs, $19 rooms, that sounded like me.  Underground parking for the bike, cheap buffets, and low on funds, we took it.  Only to be greeted by a crowd lined up out the door.  Seems $19 rooms were on many other’s list that day.  We were about 400 in line from what I cold count, and spending the night in line became a potential reality.  The room was buzzing with impatient cheap travellers, when a woman stood up on the counter, “we are out of $19 rooms!”  And the mad stampede for the door almost crushed us.  And after a few minutes, when it cleared, she announced, “but we do have suites for $29.”  And being second in line, we got a great suite, with hot tube, corner room with windows and a great view.  And not being a gambler, put a quarter in a slot while waiting for the tram, and won $35!  Room and buffet paid for.  None of the above was not on my list that day, yet God had his own checklist prepared for us.  Lesson learned, now if only I can remember it. 

Try asking Jesus what he wants to do with your day.  Then obey.  He takes things up a notch for us, sometimes dragging us kicking and screaming through the day.  His first miracle was turning water into wine, which happens naturally with grapes.  But he used his own process, and the party was saved, the bridegroom never saying a word, and getting credit for saving the best for last.  But walking with Jesus we don’t need to wait for last, it starts when we accept him.  When we fall asleep in prayer each night, when we wake up continuing, and then “good morning Lord,” instead of “good lord, it’s morning.”  Love him in the morning, let him carry you through the day, and into the night.  Rest in his arms while asleep, and ask him into your plans everyday.  Maybe even be bold and ask him what they are.  Make prayer your preride checklist daily, and don’t be surprised if “none of the above” is the theme of the day.  For he loves us, and has better things for us than we can imagine.  The Kingdom is described as “eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor mind imagined...” and Jesus told his disciples to pray “thy kingdom come, thy will be done.”  Are we bold enough to trust him?  And we don’t have to wait for heaven, for he assurers us “on earth as it is heaven.”  Heavenly rides, days, trips to the store await us when we trust the Lord.  On our ride, it was the $19 room that got us in, but God had a $29 suite in mind.  don’t settle for less, make “none of the above” part of your prayer life today, and watch as the blessings flow from heaven.  Jesus loves me this I know....in many “none of the above ways.”  So he has a special term for it, agape, only love that God can give, with no conditions.  I’ve tried life my way, now “none of the above” is on my list, near the top.  Don’t limit a limitless God, he even had the way for the Tiger to get back from Colorado when I had open heart surgery.  He knows what lies ahead...and is ready.  Are you? Start your day with Jesus, and enjoy the ride.  Suddenly “none of the above” never looked so good.  The right box to check off for a loving God. 

love with compassion,

Mike

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have you ever...

Have you ever wondered how the cars parked sideways on a steep San Francisco street ever keep from falling over?  Have you ever wondered what would happen if your elevator went all the way to the top?  Have you ever pegged the speedometer on a car?  A motorcycle?  Have you ever watched a timing light and become hypnotized?  Have you ever torn a tag off a mattress and been afraid to go to jail?  Have you ever heard a song you hate on the radio when leaving the house and cannot get it out of your head all day?  Have you ever spindled a computer card?  Have you ever overslept on your day off?  Have you ever ridden a new motorcycle and didn’t know it had a sixth gear?  Have you ever spent time at redline?  Have you ever stalled a car with a clutch on a hill, and are afraid you will fall back into to another car?  Have you ever wondered what it must be like being born on February 29th?  Have you ever raised your hand to go to the bathroom, and being told your answer is wrong?  Have you ever been the last kid picked in kickball?  Have you ever got the hit that won the game?  Have you ever rubbed a cat the wrong way?  Have you ever had a dog make love to your leg?  Have you ever been caught reading MAD in class?  Have you ever been caught reading class in MAD?  Have you ever read Playboy for the articles?  Have you ever ridden a sawhorse?  Seen a sea horse?  Been kicked by a horse?  Ever needed more horsepower?

Have you ever wondered why people in Maine travel down east?  Have you ever been given wrong directions?  Have you ever taken them?  Have you ever wondered why the English drive on the right?  Have you ever wondered why we thought Cheech and Chong were funny?  Have you ever seen the USA in a Chevrolet?  Have you ever wondered if there is a Ford in your future?  Have you ever really rather wanted a Buick?  Have you ever let the good times roll?  Have you ever been caught feeling your oats?  Have you ever crashed at someone’s crib?  Have you ever taken a chill pill?  Have you ever missed your freeway exit, turned around and found that there was none going in that direction? 

Have you ever ridden in a hot air balloon?  Have you ever been leaving on a jet plane?  Have you ever taken a fast right turn?  Have you ever forgot to put down your side stand?  How many did it take to lift your bike back up?  Have you ever shown up formal to a casual event?  Have you ever worn a Speedo and had people compliment you?  Have you ever eaten a good meal on a airplane?  Have you ever wondered if blonds have more fun?  Than what?  Have you ever kick started a Triumph and have it almost break your ankle?  Have you ever forgotten the old ones shifted on the right?  And braked on the left?  Have you ever spent less than $100 at a Harley store?  Have you ever known anyone whose life was saved by loud pipes?  Have you ever known someone too big for their britches?  Have you ever been hit with an ugly stick?  Do you know any red headed step children?  Have you ever tried herding cats?  Have you ever wondered why dogs like to hang their heads out the window in cars?  Have you ever gone on a blind date?  Have you ever seen a cat in pajamas? Have you ever wondered why common sense isn’t?  Have you ever not stood up for the 7th inning stretch?  Have you ever wished upon a falling star?  Have you ever wondered what is somewhere over the rainbow?  Have you ever wondered why red cars look faster?  Have you ever ridden in the back seat of a police car?  Have you ever been handcuffed?  Have you ever been lied to?  Lied to someone?  Have you ever had a crush on your best friend’s sister?  Have you ever slow danced with an ugly girl?  Have you ever asked a girl if she is pregnant, and she isn’t?  Have you ever been in an ER on Saturday night?  Have you ever climbed out a window at a diner to escape a date?  Have you ever forgotten a date?  Been stood up on one?  Have you ever had a bald barber?  Had a doctor who was sick?  Have you ever texted a personal message to the wrong person? Have you ever not heard me now?

Have you ever read the book of Leviticus?  Have you ever wondered if Adam had a belly button?   Have you ever wondered if God was a baseball fan, Genesis starts “in the big inning...”  Have you ever wondered when Moses parted the Red Sea, did more beach front property make values go up, or down?  Did you ever wonder how Solomon kept all of his concubines happy?  Have you ever wondered if Peter hadn’t denied Jesus in the garden?  Have you ever wondered why Joseph of Arimethea was a silent Christian?  And it was OK?  have you ever wondered why most churches start at 11am?  Note-Martin Luther liked to sleep in.  Have you ever wondered where God was before the beginning?  When did he start?  Have you ever wondered which came first, the chicken or the egg?  The chicken-read your Bible.  Have you ever wondered why Jesus chose Judas, and made him the treasurer?  Have you ever wondered why there are gates on hell so no one can leave, but why are there gates on heaven, when we won’t want to leave?  Ever tried to explain the Trinity?  Why are there three versions of Jesus last words, and each different?  Have you ever been afraid to die and go to hell?  Have you ever been afraid to die and go to heaven?  Have you ever denied Christ when being persecuted or made fun of?  Have you ever fallen asleep in church?  Have you ever been thinking about riding when in church or rather be riding thinking about God?  Have you ever wondered why Old Testament names are so hard to pronounce?  Have you ever wondered why if grace is free, some still want to work for it?  Have you ever had mercy and not screwed up?  Have you ever seen a miracle?  Been one?  Have you ever prayed for someone and they were healed?  Have you ever witnessed to a friend and had him reject Jesus, and you?  Have you ever considered the wages of sin?  Have you ever wondered what was the good Samaritan’s name?  The innkeeper’s?  The man found on the road?   Have you ever been told there weren’t three Kings of Orient?  It never says.  Have you ever heard an angel on high?  Have you ever tipped a waitress 15 percent yet only given 10 to God?  Have you ever been asked to accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior?  Well, have you?  Have you ever considered what happens after you die without him?  Accept him and you’ll never know.  Now, have you ever had a better deal than Jesus offers? 

love with compassion,

Mike

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the way we weren't

While reading about an event sometimes, I actually wonder if I was there, or if I was someplace else.  This past weekend we enjoyed going to the Mecum Collector Car Auction in Anaheim.  We had a great time, as over 200 vehicles crossed the auction block that day.  All types of cars, from a 1939 V-16 Cadillac, to a Googoomobile, from three Ford GT 40’s, to many Corvettes.  It seemed there was a car for every pocket, or line of credit, a 1976 Chrysler sold for $750, and a short nose Ferrari from 1965 sold for $2.125 million!  Prices that when they were new would have been unthinkable, yet the desirability of certain cars drives up the prices.  Just because they didn’t sell once, they may be rare now as a 1970 Hemi Cuda was.  A no sale at $185,000.  New about $6000, if we had only known....I stood next to the sellers of a 1953 Cadillac convertible, red and beautiful, that sold for $220,000.  And the guy never showed any emotion, his wife on the other hand was jumping up and down.  Sadly many cars will only become trailer queens, used only as an investment, which at least is more attractive to look at than a stock certificate.  And can at least be driven in moments of weakness.  But one 2005 GT 40 with only seven miles was sold for $360,000, and as one guy commented, every time it is moved and gains miles, the value goes down.  A 1958 Corvette in Sunburst Yellow was a no sale, it was beautiful.  I was amazed at the overall high quality of cars and trucks, from an Auburn to a Lincoln Continental from the 40’s, to an old driver ed. car used in Mexico, with two steering wheels, one side was for the gas, the other side could only use the clutch.  Ah, the good old days.  Conspicuous by their absence were any Ramblers, Hudsons, although one Hudson pickup was there, I still want one, some Studebaker trucks, no Kaisers or Frazers, and other orphan makes were absent.  Interestingly enough VW Beetles and Vans were there, one 23 window van bringing $150,000!  My first house cost $45,000, but didn’t have as many windows.  But what has caught my eye lately, and I want is an old truck.  We once had a 1949 Ford F-3 pickup, and wish I hadn’t sold it.  We cut wood in it, Christopher used to play in it for hours, but we had no need for it.  So we sold it, wish I hadn’t been so practical that day.  But trucks are hot, and can be had, or could be had at one time cheaper than cars.  But not this weekend....

Growing up trucks were trucks, they moved things, built things, fixed things, hauled things, and grew things.  They were purpose built and many were used up and parked, or used up and parted out.  Six cylinders with three on the tree, no sound insulation, and a rough ride...now they have replaced cars as the most popular new vehicle sold, and ride better than most cars.  So are priced accordingly.  We saw restored 1948-55 Chevy trucks for up to $35,000.  Ford 1953-56 for the same price.  Trucks that once worked hard, now are chopped, customized, custom painted, and have big horsepower V-8’s installed, and are only driven to cruise nights.  Not the way we were, they are now the way they weren’t.  And maybe we are too, as the next generation will mostly find these rebuilt trucks, and maybe wonder if that is how it was.  How we were.  And all it takes is a little craftsmanship, an auction, and a desire, and soon history will be rewritten.  “Where have all the old trucks gone,” they’ll wonder.  They will have faded into history along with their owners.  And new stories will be written about them, stories told, and history changed.  From a different perspective, just not a true one.

Yet there were some survivors, one 1939 Chevy was repainted, engine rebuilt, a steal at $12,500.  Looked like a truck used to.  A few older Chevies also, still with the old Stovebolt 6, three on the tree, and repainted.  Like I remember them when they were new, and so was I.  But in contrast two GMC’s, big trucks were there, one with patina, and was cool, a 1948, the other a 1954, redone into a car hauler.  both cool, but one was an old workhorse, the other a new one.  Back when trucks had character, and weren’t pretty, these tow were tough.  As was also a 1930’s Ford, turned into a flatbed, but unrestored.  I still love the smell of old trucks.  So they were there from cool to hot, from old to renewed, from Ford to Hudson.  Studebakers redone, how many of today’s generation ever heard of them, yet in 1953 the company was 100 years old!  So for very purse and purpose there was something.  And a good time was had by all.

We even got to meet Dana Mecum, founder and President, a real nice guy.  And met many others whose passion is cars and trucks.  Some for investment, some for a promise made long ago, some day I’ll have one, and some just caught up in the moment.  A few I wish I had money for, both moments and promises fading fast.  Maybe the way we weren’t, or the way we wanted to be, but the way we are, or turned out.  More servants than served, we saw life from behind the scenes, rather than from the stage.  But maybe, we had the best seat in the house and didn’t know it.

The first recorded miracle of Jesus, after his miraculous birth, we find him at a wedding.  He is about 30, his young mother in her mid 40’s.  The wedding has gone on for days, and the wine is gone.  So she approaches her son, asking him for more, knowing of his deity.  And Jesus comes through, with a wine like no other ever or now.  A wine that wasn’t crushed, wasn’t purified, wasn’t coddled along, and that wasn’t fermented.  It was pure, as it came from heaven, and was the best wine of the wedding feast.  Even the guests were amazed, as usually the good stuff is served first, but here the best was saved for last.  Yet only Jesus and his mother knew about it, not any of the others there that day.  With ne exception, the servants, as they had been told to fill the 6 casks with water, and knew what they had put in them.  They saw a miracle before their very eyes, and didn’t know it was going on.  Much like we live today, servants wondering what is going on, when right before our very eyes God is performing miracles.  For the servants, not the served, but the ones low in stature and spirit.  For it was among them that Jesus felt most comfortable.  While the others were celebrating, they served.  But our time is coming, and those who serve God will have heavenly rewards.  We will see Jesus face to face, and we will experience miracles now.  Just like there are many high priced cars that never get driven, there are high priced people who never experience the things of Christ.  Sunday only, special events, and expensive banquets, they miss the daily miracles of food, housing, and love because they have never never had.  They may drink of fine wine, but were never part of the vine, that Jesus tells us we must be part of.  Not to exclude rich from heaven,  only saved people go, but it is down in the trenches of life where the miracles are needed, and so often seen.  Where it takes faith, then obedience, then trust to just get through the day.  It is the old work trucks that saw the action, that somehow survived, and tell us how it was.  With only a few thousand Corvettes old each year, many only dreamed, and still do.  Yet the work horse, the servants, the trucks were there...and so is Jesus.

Consider how blessed the servants were that day, they saw and knew of the miracle.  The guests only partook of it, knowing it was good, never knowing why.  But we do, and we serve that living, loving God today.  Not because of what he has done, but because of who he is.   We see daily miracles, our daily bread handed out as needed, and dreams come true, all because of Jesus.  A simple request from his mother turned out to be his first public miracle.  The miracles are still there today, are you seeing them?  He ahs given us eyes to see, open them in the spirit, they are everywhere.  Some big, some small.  Some life saving, some life changing.  Some just ordinary, but look at the little ones, and you will recognize the bigger ones.  The servants must have had stories to tell when they got home.  Some remember the day as the way it was, some as the it wasn’t.  How you remember Jesus is your best witness. “Do this in remembrance of me..” he says.  I wonder, did he bring the wine that night?  Jesus Christ, the way we are, fortunately we face the future the way we weren’t.  No orphans at the auction, nor are we orphans any more.  We are family, so enjoy the times now, and serve while we can.  That’s where the action is.  That’s where Jesus is.  And that’s where I want to be. And the best is yet to come.

love with compassion,

Mike

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checking out

My old friend Joe made a living for years at the checkout stand.  Or really just before you check out, he owned and filled those cheesy wire racks at the check out stands.  You know the ones, filled with junky, impulse items you never would consider, until faced to look at them for a few minutes.  Plastic soldiers, junk sold only on TV, bobby pins, kids books, and other non-necessary items, not one something you need or went in for, but end up walking out with.  Priced so as to make a difference, no more than $2, and attractively arranged so kids can grab them, how many time did you or your kids throw one in the cart, and the cashier ask “do you really want this?”  And it is easier to say yes than listen to a whiny kid for the long ride home.  Where else can you get peace of mind and a nanny for $2?  Or be guaranteed a ride home free from “are we there yet?”  So Joe did well, until the stores caught on themselves, and did it internally.  So I always think of him when standing in line, picking up a Hershey bar I don’t need, or reading some stupid newspaper I never would buy or deny reading.  I watch as kids are handed things like toys, and then try to take them away rather than pay for them, to no avail.  Novelty items they are called, and somehow we just can’t resist.  Look in your junk drawer at home....see what I mean?

Another friend Ted once had the largest single grocery store in 26 western states.  He advertised you bag it yourself, and save.  Place things on warehouse like shelving, and the people loved it.  A far cry from when you had someone callously put your eggs in with heavy items, and remember double bagging?  How about those insulated bags for ice cream that never seemed to work?  I bet somewhere you can find a museum dedicated to them.  Then came “paper or plastic?” and now plastic will soon be against the law.  Bring your own bags, after you buy them, or pay 10 cents for a paper one.  Which you can also bring back.  Remember these used to be called full service markets.  And you carry out your own bags, place them ever so gently in your SUV for the ride home, and hope it all makes it safe.  Somehow the ice cream still arrives slightly melted, so you just have to sample a bowl or two. 

And remember the clerk who used to call out the prices as she rang you up?  Now we barcode, and we trust the scanner to be right.  Once an acquired skill, anyone can scan and bag now, and many do at self service checkouts, which in my case always require the assistance of the woman who is standing guard for people like me who are self serve ignorant.  Which I avoid unless in a hurry, I like the attention of someone checking me out.  And even checks are handled differently, at one time a code was written on them by the cashier, your home phone, driver’s license and some other info.  Now we swipe a card, or pay cash-if you have two ID’s. And at one time a credit card was used as an ID, now you must show you r license, with a picture on it.  And if and when you pay by check, it is run through another scanner, and who knows how much about you they are scanning.  But the lines somehow don’t go any faster, prices never go down, I miss hearing the cashier tell me the price, and how such and such is a better deal.  I miss the bag boy, who always said “you’re welcome.”  The old ice cream bags, and real bags from paper.  That we used to make book covers from for our school books.  We didn’t know we were recycling then.  Just doing what the older kids did.

And one last vestige gone is deposit bottles.  Whenever we needed money as kids, there were always glass bottles to pick up and take in, 2 cents for small, and 5 cents for large.  A wagon load could get you enough for ice cream and a soda.  Today we have gone to one way plastic, which now has a deposit on it, and we recycle.  Seems the more things come around, they come around.  And I still dream of hearing over  loud speaker, “carry out on check stand 3!”  Or the manager’s vice alerting you to the special in produce.  K MART will always be known for their “blue light special,” and at one time women tried to impress others with their bags.  Nordstrom’s, Sears, Hess Bros. were all shopping backs to show off, even if shopping at K Mart.  But those days are gone, long gone.  And the old belief of two ways to make more money, either more people, or more dollars per sale is alive and well.  Just not service oriented.  A famous ad once saw a daughter yelling at her mother, “Mother please, I rather do it myself.”  Now she has to. 

And with Internet sales replacing mail order, and consumers wishing to get the most from their shopping, it seems everything is priced to sell.  At a price that seems right for that item.  $1.99 sells better than $2.03, 10 cents each or two for a quarter still sells more for the quarter, and who can read the long list of computerized descriptions when you get home.   Do the item counters at Costco really count all your items?  Do we always get what we paid for?  How willing are we to settle for less?  Today I watch as some people still stumble over what they eat.  Some even divide over religious foods, kosher or non.  Hoping the meat inspector who took the bribe is honest.  But today many eat things, do things, or don’t do things based on religious practices.  Bound by laws they don’t understand, some acting high and mighty because they don’t eat certain foods.  Now my eating habits have changed, but I won’t preach at you, eat what you want.  And one women at our Bible study always try to impress us with her eating habits.  While sneering at us when eating a croissant or pizza.  Her natural pizza is better.  Maybe that is why she is overweight.  But it really comes down to freedom, freedom to make the decision of eat or be eaten.  Paul tells us in Romans of those who stumble over dietary laws, then spread it to other matters.  He tells how their faith is weak under laws, and many lose the freedom God has given in all areas.  And don’t enjoy eating, something God created and is necessary to sustain life.  So he made it fun and enjoyable.  Can you imagine a Kosher inspector when Jesus fed the 5000?  The fact that God supplied it, must it still have man’s stamp on it?  Yet many do things today under the law, rather than in the spirit.  And this ideology filters down to other decisions too.  My church or religion says no.  We don’t dance, no instruments.  We don’t believe in healing.  You must give 10%, and do these works to be saved.  Which can cast doubt on those who not under the same burdens.  God leaves some things up to us, but yet we don’t go to him.  Our conscience will tell us, but if the law says it is OK, or the church condones it, then it OK to sin.  And they brag about what they cannot do, while I brag about what God does.  All things can be done in Christ, in his strength.  Yet if you play an instrument like King David did, you dance in the spirit, or have been healed miraculously, they deny it.  Until they get hungry or sick, then the rules change. 

Try freedom for a change, you really only know about a law when you break it and someone reminds you.  I have never been pulled over and thanked for going the speed limit.  Find a freedom in Christ that allows you to make the decision, not some church or religion.  Jesus was always trying to be tripped up by the Pharisees, to see which law they could catch him breaking.  But like in real life, the accusers know because they usually are guilty of that sin.  Dedicate yourself to Christ, you were once forbidden, God has made a way to him.  We accept those that choose to live under the law, funny how those under the law try to find fault with us.  Aren’t we all forgiven, for all sins by Jesus?  Do what God says is right, and love others.  And you will find love not only covers a multitude of sins, but opens up a freedom in Christ you didn’t know about.  And his spirit in you will let you know when you stray, and he’ll forgive you, so you can move on.  A full service God, who at checkout,will find you not guilty, but innocent.  And welcome you home, rather than pinning a list on you for Judgment Day.  We are forgiven, we are free.  So have the attitude of Christ, who although was God, came to earth as a man to serve.  Take Paul’s advice, and just live a life of goodness, peace, and love and enjoy life.  God has written his law of love on our hearts, the only way to show them is love.  Not by telling others what to eat, or how to worship.  Led by the spirit, not by law.  It’s your choice.  No will that be paper or plastic?  Cash or check?  Only Jesus makes checking out so easy.  Let us be known by our love, not our laws.  Would you rather be forgiven or condemned?  Smoking or non?  Heaven or hell?  Now there is something to be concerned about....we will all check out someday.  To which Jesus says “you’re welcome.”

love with compassion,

Mike

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