Wednesday, November 13, 2019

riding on common ground














It seems group riding, or crowd riding as I call it and better describes it, brings out the best and worst in fellow riders. For some reason those on Harleys must rev their motors, reminding us of all the power the sound of their exhaust sounds like they have, the Gold Wing guys get up to 50 then stay there, can’t ride faster than the volume of your radio, and us other guys, sport bike guys as we are referred to, hang back, and sometimes even lose sight of the crowd, then accelerate to catch up.  Funny how we all ride, but have so many different riding styles.  Having participated and endured too many crowd rides, often heard at stops, while others complain of the lack of riding skills around them, “now you see why we ride alone.”  Taking a lesson learned over 45 years ago from a fellow rider, “if you are comfortable at 60, and me at 63, in an hour we will be three hours apart.”  Or more accurately, if we try to stay with each other, after an hour we will both be miserable, and miles apart.  No one enjoying the ride.  So to those of you who get off on crowd rides, who find freedom in the security of insecurity, please respect my riding alone.  We all cannot be the great riders you are.....
But one such ride taught me that we can all get along, our Torches Across America ride in 2005.  A group of thirty of us set off from Oceanside to Ground Zero, 3000 miles over 10 days, and like any large group, broke up into smaller ones, with each group riding its own ride.  We paired up with two experienced Gold Wing riders, an open exhaust 500 cc Kawi, and a few others.  All with different rides and styles, but we rode as a group, each night meeting and surveying the next day’s route, comparing miles per tank, and comfortable riding speeds.  Then agreed upon a pace we all were comfortable with.  And it worked, for over 3000 miles no fights, no one got lost, and one memorable lunch at a Steak and Shake, complete with hats says it all.  We left our egos in our rooms when we left, no one to impress or depress, and this is the only group of men I would ever tour with again.  I was among the youngest but most experienced, but I put that aside for the good of the ride, and learned a lot about people and their rides.  And mine.  With no egos to be fed, we all enjoyed the ride.....now if Christians could only get it....imagine how the church would change the world!
Although Timothy was a seasoned Christian, Paul sent him to minister to and with older men, whom he had trained.  We all know the scriptural warning of Paul, “don’t let them look down on you because you are young in age,” don’t look for a fight or ego boost based on your testimony, but rather but rather by speech and conduct show a sensitivity, reflecting the love and compassion of Jesus Christ.  Just like we would, or should....but Paul highlights two areas speech and conduct, and right there, many of us have blown it.  We are to be loving and faithful, both in words and attitudes, reflected in our actions.  Instead we like to rev our own motors, brag on our horsepower, coming off as rude and arrogant.  We are not to be like the man who knows it all, only to find he hasn’t heard all the questions yet.  The first sign of a good pastor is to be a good listener.  How can you respond if you don’t know what was said over your own voice?  Or loud pipe....
But as we also found on our ride, we had to be respectful, responsible, and maintain our agreements on the ride.  If not, all was in vain.  Again put simply, the ride was not all about me, but us, putting others first, as we always do to others....you do don’t you?  It seems our commitments are not worth the voice that spoke them, how many times must you lie before you are a liar?  Is one too many?  But maybe the hardest is being a stranger in a strange land, for each one of us had to give something to gain something.  And it was all worth it.  Out of respect for us being Christians, we stayed out of bars, didn’t hear any rude or offensive talk around the ladies.  Respect was shown to all, no dirty stories or double edged jokes, because we didn’t preach, didn’t make others join our rules of conduct, they could see by our actions a side of Jesus religion has abandoned years ago.  Not that we were without fault, but that as a true Christian, not a pew filler, something was different about us,and we could be ourselves and share Jesus by our love and respect.  To the point, that sometimes when we forgot to gather and pray each morning, it was always one of the group who reminded us. Funny how when God is at work changing a heart, we can be ourselves.  Now if only we could all ride together, fellowship together, or even agree on the gospel together!  I can hear the excuses already....proving my point.
So maybe Paul’s advice for Timothy is for all of us.  Remember the fruit of the spirit, does it show in our lives?  Or do you need a vest or shirt to tell someone you are a Christian?  Nothing sadder than a group of loud Christian bikes annoying others.  They hear your pipes, and your message.  Sadly it is different than the gospel.  So don’t LET anyone look down on you because you are a Christian, but SET an example being led by the spirit.  Each one of us loves our own bike, and we all ride different.  It’s that personal.  Funny how love and respect may have gone out of style, but Jesus never has.  Something to remember next time you look down on someone, remember the view Jesus had from the cross.  Looking down he saw us....looking up, who do you see.....
By the way, we all made it safe, with only one hitch when 3500 motorcycles, over 18 miles of us, hit the Holland Tunnel at once....but that’s another story!  And of course the ride back....
love with compassion,
Mike
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