Monday, August 5, 2019

the weight














It was the third day of our 2005 Torches Across America ride and like the song said, “I was feeling about half past dead.”  And just needed some place to rest my head.  We had ridden over 1200 miles in three days, with nights in Kingman, Gallup, and now Amarillo.  Staying at the Holiday Inn I had stayed in 30 years earlier when I moved west.  We had had a full day, escorted by the NM State Police, cool guys,a huge ceremony in Albuquerque, and then rain.  Hot and tired, we even passed on the trip the the Big Texan, where if you can eat and keep down a 72 oz. steak in an hour it is free.  We had lost two hours due to time zones, and at 930 pm local time, I was just getting into bed, boots off, when the phone rang.  We were late getting to a dinner celebration for us, and even though it was only a half mile away, the ride seemed like 100.  But after all the big time hoopla, tonight was going to be special, it just had to be.
Before entering Amarillo, a man was standing on an overpass waving a huge American flag, we were used to this, but this one seemed more special.  We were later to find out it was him and his group that was sponsoring the food, of which there was plenty, and being starved and exhausted, I dove in.  But there was something unique abut this group, definitely not the more sophisticated ones we had become used to, these guys were servants of the Lord Jesus Christ. As we watched the local Boozefighters attend to us, we met a couple whose son had died in Afghanistan, and had made the national news.  They driven hundreds of miles to be there, after George Bush 43 had made a surprise visit to them, to console them in their loss.  A much different side of the man than the media portrayed, and this 911 ride to honor those lost and first responders, became more personal.  Taking it from the headlines to the home.  No bitterness here, their son had died defending his country, doing his job as a soldier.  And knowing Jesus, they knew where he was that night and forever.  But it got better....
A group approached us wanting to show off its ministry to the homeless.  Flying under the radar and not getting attention, they had built an altar under a bridge for the homeless to worship.  They not only shared the gospel, they lived it with them.  No budget, just what God provided, and lives were being changed.  Salvations, healings, and lives changed by Jesus, and we got to see and hear about it first hand.  I was even more exhausted after going back to bed that night, but blessed beyond words.  Here in Amarillo, in a church, in a ghetto neighborhood, we saw the gospel come alive, where it had become personal, and where Jesus was honored.  Not by words so much as it was by their actions.....a lesson I will never forget.
So many times we run to the church, a ministry, or a rich person when we need help.  When Jesus and his disciples were faced with feeding 5000, and didn’t know what to do, they turned to Jesus and watched as he fed them all, two fish and five loaves for 5000.  He simply said “you give them something to eat,” a story repeated in all four gospels, they may have been perplexed, but knew where and who to turn to.  A lesson learned first hand in Amarillo, as bikers, Christians, grieving parents, and others came together.  We all have varying needs, and many times don’t know what they are.  That night I needed a touch from God, I was tired, he wasn’t.  In a situation where many hands made light work, we saw God honored, and him lifted up in a very humbling and loving way.  Like the disciples faced with feeding a multitude, God had it all worked out already.  A couple who had lost a son being consoled by a surprise visit from the President, yet not wanting to miss the night, a motorcycle club staying out late to serve us, and a ministry to the homeless, telling of the great things God was doing in changing lives.  None of us was prepared for that night, but it still sticks with me 15 years later.  When the abilities of others to meet our needs fail, a hug, kind words, a meal, and some fellowship brought us back to life.  Listening to a testimony, sharing food, and hugs and smiles sometimes are the miracle we need, but overlook.  In all things give it to Jesus and see what he can do.  When our needs are exceeded by those who need help, when we get up when tired and want to sleep, we can see a side of Jesus we otherwise would have missed.  And the blessings of others being blessed by serving us.  It may not be a 5000 meal dilemma, but a need is a need, and Jesus is adequate in all situations.
The weight that night was not one of a physical sleep, but of a spiritual sleep that needed to be awakened.  Jesus took the load off that night, and when we placed it all on him, he came through.  When we put it all on him, he comes through.  He knows our needs, and the next day we were thoroughly refreshed and blessed.  He sees us needing care and lets others be blessed by meeting that need.  His words to remember, “they need not go away.”  Don’t miss any chance to show God’s love, and why we pray before every meal.  Because we know from whom it came, and we are thankful. 
Cast your cares on him for he careth for you.  Andrew only had a meager means, but in the hands of a loving God, all left filled, with leftovers for tomorrow.  We will get  hungry tomorrow again, and God will provide, just a doggie bag to remind us, and to share with others.  God opened our eyes that night for what was to come, and our hearts.  A load that Jesus took for free...
love with compassion,
Mike
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