if I ran the world-with apologies to the cowardly lion

If I ran the world...
...football would only be played on Sunday afternoon, on a grass field.
...all quarterbacks would call their own plays-from the field, and audible most of the time like Joe Namath.
...no two point plays, and goal posts would be on the goal line, like their name implies.
...no instant replay-pay off the refs like they used too, and probably still do in Chicago!
...baseball would have no designated hitter-make the pitcher hit, and use strategy to win.
...only doubleheaders on Sunday.
...to save a game you must give up no runs. Make it a real stat. and you pay the team if you blow one.
...you get paid per win-when you lose you owe the fans. May change their entire approach to the game.
...you are only hurt if the bleeding can't be stopped or a bone shows. otherwise we expect you to be there, on time.
...no artificial turf-this is baseball, and not an indoor game. if a horse can't eat it, you don't play on it.
... no player would make more than a teacher. and in the off season spend time volunteering in schools.
...Tim Mc Carver would be banned from doing play by play.
...someone would leave the door open and Chris Berman would go all the way-and stay there.
...no slow cars in the fast lane, if caught they would be impounded.
...dui or drunk driving meant removal of hands, at the elbow. you don't want to know if there is a second offense.
...only motorcycles allowed in fast lane. commuter lanes would be motorcycle only.
...only vacation if you can drive there. and never ride anything you can't put gas in.
...all motorcycles would have horns louder than car stereos.
...all cars would only have radios with two knobs, on/off/volume and station selector.
...no cell phones in cars. if used when driving, same penalty as dui.
...no ugly rims, and none above 19"-get over it. Cragar SS would be standard on all vehicles.
...no helmet laws, but we should get a discount if we wear one and are involved in an accident.
...every 3 years, give one free year of vehicle registration.
...all riders would be instructed in using their front brake-might just save their life.
...mandatory 3 week vacations for bikers in summer-must be used to ride or possible loss of job .
...political campaigns would be restricted to elections only.
...vote early and vote often precincts would be eliminated.
...daylight savings time would be the norm.
...anything motorcycle related would be tax deductible.
...mini van owners would pay a tax for taking up space-and drivers would have to have special license to drive one. they would actually have to learn to drive. think of the lives saved.
...divorce would not be an option. "I do" means just that, and you better.
...living with someone without being unwed should be triple taxed, sin costs.
...all inmates should be given a Bible, and someone to help them understand it-may just thin out the repeaters.
...the gospels would be a required course in the schools-every year until graduation. atheists would get summer school.
...politicians have to have the same health care as they vote for.
...no dogs under 20 pounds-call them little rats, that what they are. must be registered as a non-dog. laws against incessant barking means death.
...we would work weekends, and have week days off to ride.
...chocolate would be the official food, and part of all daily nutrition.
...Krimpets would a food group, as would ice cream, tootsie rolls, and pretzels.
...church would start on time, and only last one hour for those of us with a short attention span.
...pastors would make more than CEO's, and get double-time for Sundays.
...in cases of dispute, pray, pray, pray, and then pray some more.
...maintenance engineers would be called janitors, administrative assistants would be secretaries, sanitation engineers would be called garbage men, and if you had a problem with that take it to personnel-not human resources.
...God would get 90%, and we would be able to live on the other 10%, and still have money left over.
...everything that has breath would be encouraged to praise the Lord.
And I would be very lonely, as having to enforce these laws would leave me alone-I forgot to mention the death penalty for anyone disagreeing. After all, these are my rules. As King, first rule would be to obey all rules. Second rule, would be obey the first. A despot, not quite benevolent. And as I hope you laugh and see yourself in some of the rules above, aren't you glad God has a better way. But yet we put ourselves under the law, when God wants to give us grace. A true freedom in the spirit. He gives us choice, for love would not be loved if it were required or legislated. So next time you get complaining about anything, thank God for the freedom to do that. It could be worse-I could be in charge. And God offers forgiveness. Where I just may have had a bad day, God doesn't have any. Aren't you glad he is never in a bad mood? It is important to remember what love is-not a set of rules, but a relationship. Corinthians 13 reminds us love is kind, patient, does not demand its own way, rejoices in the right and not in the wrong, and endures. It hopes and believes all things. And it never fails. And since God is love, aren't you glad he is God, and you're not? It leaves you weekends to ride, and to sleep in on your days off. God is at work all the time. With no overtime, unless you consider eternity overtime.
Maybe the system He set up is better than you think it is. If not, consider me as your ruler. All of a sudden the gospel looks pretty good. So choose Jesus, and pray for me. See things are not nearly as bad as you think they could be.
And join me as I celebrate with some of Theresa's brownies. Or some Krimpets. We truly have a lot to be thankful for. Amen.
Rest well, with my permission of course. And God's blessings. With Sundays off. To ride.
love with compassion,
Mike
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Dr. Doug's tonsil removal and ice cream parlor

I don't like filling out forms, so when at the doctor recently, and confronted with the question on the form-MEDICAL HISTORY-I filled it in, reluctantly. Two knee operations, pneumonia, a hernia, that required reopening due to healing from the outside in, no one should have to know what silver nitrate is at age 7, leg perthes, rheumatoid arthritis, mumps, and German measles. All by the time I was 17. I figured the part that said details to be a joke, given the two small lines to answer. Medical history enough without the details for any three kids. And then in my senior year in high school, I had my tonsils removed.
Things were done differently a generation or two ago. They would take all the kids for tonsil removal on the same day, and do a wholesale cutting/removal. And most were removed from kids 6-8 years old. So here I was, in a room waiting with about ten third graders, when in comes the doctor. "Hi-I'm Dr. Doug!" and suddenly I knew how the patient on the Three Stooges felt when he saw Curly coming. With a saw. Nyuk, nyuk! And from his glance at me he was probably thinking "you're a little big for the third grade aren't you kid?" Aw, wise guy, eh? And I figured if things got rough, I was bigger and could always defend myself, but what about these little kids? As he explained the procedure in 6-8 year old terms, all you do is snip, the only part they understood was the ice cream to eat after part, what does minimal discomfort mean? So we had them out, as a group, and went home. Minimally discomforted.
Now I was feeling good, and like Bill Cosby's joke about tonsils and ice cream, I was ready for some strawberry. I was also thinking what a great doctor as I had no pain, so bring on the ice cream. And then it hit me. As the first bite of strawberry hit my throat, it was like a giant, strawberry flavored post nasal drip, and I went to clear my throat. And the pain was way beyond minimal discomfort. I wanted to kill Dr. Doug, and maybe me and the others could jump him in the hospital-if we ever got better. Show him some minimal discomfort. And every time I went to swallow, I was reminded of the pain. So bad, I couldn't swallow, which made eating difficult. But my mother, who may have had far more medical experience, read my history, suggested chewing Aspergum-a chiclet laced with pain killer. And it worked. And it worked so well I went right past the ice cream to a steak dinner. Again, her medical experience in conjunction with feeding me, allowed me to eat a steak dinner. Without chewing. She put it in a blender and I had powdered London Broil. Think of it as powdered/pulverized cow, and you get the picture. And as long as I stayed on the Aspergum, I could eat-ice cream included.
Dr. Doug had also said I would be weak for a couple days. And not to drive. Minimal discomfort. Which I did, and he was right. The first turn I came to while driving my parents Pinto, it was that green color that Ford used to paint every other car, ugly but hid the dirt well, with the all vinyl interior-seats, floor, dash, door panels, etc. to match, I almost didn't make. I had done it many times before with one hand on the wheel, and one on the selector of the 8-track-now it took both hands! And effort. I had to listen to songs until the end, even if I didn't want to, and he was right-I was weak! Now it took two people just to drive, a Pinto, just so I could have tunes! Two tonsils had eroded my accumulated driving skills of five months! I was damaged goods-ruined at 17! By tonsils, and Dr. Doug! What about those poor 6-8 year olds who weren't in as good shape as me? Did they even have a chance with a skateboard or bike? Rehab for tonsils? Would they ever recover to get a license?
But somehow by the end of the week I had recovered. A miracle. And we hadn't killed Dr. Doug. Two miracles. And were eating semi-regularly-note, all the grease on Big Macs acts as a great lubricant after a tonsillectomy. If more needed, add fries.
When Theresa and I travel, sometimes we are on the road for over three weeks. And we miss church. And church misses us. A minimal discomfort, that can turn into a major one. And we find getting back to a schedule of going is hard. We start to make excuses-"we'll go next week, but aren't we on the road again?" We get into a habit of atrophied spirituality. And like the weakened condition from tonsils, we are open to attacks and infection from the world. Yes, we are still in the Word, but without good teaching and fellowship, those skills can whither. And like I was told I would be weak after a simple tonsil operation, missing church weakens you. And soon your attitude changes, and you are open to attacks from everywhere. And it doesn't take much for some of us to deteriorate quickly. So we often attend church while on the road. Like the sign says "seven days without God makes one weak," it is true. I miss, and need to be around God's people. And as your relationship with Jesus grows, you want to be with Him and his people more.
And it always makes your pastor glad, sometimes suspiciously, to see you at Wednesday night services, and at Bible studies, and men's fellowships. But it also makes him wonder. "Are you ok Mike? Are you well, we see a lot of you here lately. Sickness?" And I just smile back and say "nah, had my tonsils out years ago, nothing can stop me now." Just like to hear the word. And like James 5 says, we consider blessed those who have persevered. Tonsils and other minimal discomforts of life. And major ones, too. As Paul calls them, momentary light afflictions. Wonder if he ever had his tonsils out?
How blessed are you today? Have you persevered or are you now in the midst of a trial? At home or on the road you are never alone. So check into your local church today, group surgery on an individual basis for your life every Sunday. And you can eat ice cream after. And the pain is gone-Jesus heals your maladies. He is the Aspergum for your soul.
Church-the checkups are free, the medical covered by God, and the food at the pot lucks is great. And there is nothing like being fed from the Word. No appointment necessary. And no waiting room or recovery period. Now there's a health care plan I can vote for. Support Jesus today-He supported you, paid in full. At prices you could never afford. His pain, your gain.
to your good health, love with compassion,
Mike

truth-what a novel idea

In F. Scott Fitzgerald's first novel, This Side of Paradise, we are introduced to a young man named Amory Blaine. He is a young man, seeking to find himself, and enduring the trials, tribulations, and wounds that come from such encounters. Largely autobiographical, he ends up losing the love of his life, Rosalind, because he is so self absorbed, and poor, and although he has a wonderful intimate writing relationship with Thayer Darcy, a man of the cloth, as they used to say, he ends up bitter and alone after the Monsignor dies. He has heard the truth, just decided no to let it set him free. Selfishness eventually leads to self destruction. His final quote as the book ends pretty much says it all, "I know myself, that is all." And looking back on over 50 years of failures, mistakes, errors, and preplanned stupidity, I can echo those same sentiments. Except I can say "I know Jesus, that is all."

We are told seek and you shall find, and I find it depends on what you are seeking that you find. My friend Richard is the best parts manager/counter man for Mercedes Benz I have ever known. He made a decision early in his career that he would be the best, and studied, read, apprenticed, and then put it all into action, learning from his mistakes, and shunning the harsh criticism. Today he is the go to guy for other dealers, as his investment of time and education, along with desire and dedication made him the best. He knows Mercedes Benz, that is it. And in his professional life, that is what he needs.

But too often an alternative path is taken. A path that leads to destruction, and unfortunately the people on this path too often live through the turmoil, with those caught in the crossfire taking the bullet for them. Unacknowledged, and unloved.

I saw Gene Roddenberry speak at UNM in 1976, long before the Star Trek mania had set in. He made a revealing comment on the success of his show. He took normal events that people could associate with, and put them in an outer space setting. And the rest is history. Great writers do this, and one of my favorite Twilight Zones is called the Monsters are Due on Main Street. In it a quiet neighborhood, where everyone knows everyone's business, or so they think, see a bright light. A flying saucer they think, so they go about investigating it. As the one neighbor in charge starts to go door to door, their imagination turns to fear, their fear to mistrust and their mistrust to hate. When they notice a house empty, they start rumors about the guy-even to the point of he is the alien-he is different after all. A noise is heard in the bushes and they throw rocks at it, hurting a teen ager who was listening, afraid of the mob. Finally complete paranoia takes over as they attack each other, while the aliens stand on the hill congratulating themselves on their quest. Much easier than they thought, they had overestimated the humans. Start a rumor and let them self destruct. No shots fired, it isn't necessary. They will attack each other. And so we do. On Main Street and others, but sadly within churches and our Christian family.

I have seen first hand building programs split a church, over differences in carpet color, or how many classrooms our egos really need. Have the pastor speak the truth, and interrupt your sin laden life, and many a person has turned on him. "How could he be so wrong, he was so smart when he agreed with me last week? they ask. Many so called brothers act no different outside the church than they do before they became a Christian, but who is that other guy they are on Sunday? And when the world sees them acting like them, they wonder why they need to change-that guy is no better than me, and he says he is going to heaven, why change? In fact he is worse, a hypocrite, I don't want to be like him. And so they don't. And don't go to heaven. And you thought it took words to witness-your witness is on display 24/7.

You see from Amory Blaine to the Monsters on Main Street, God has made us a people who need relationships, but are not really good at them. We don't like the way she looks in the morning, we divorce her. The service department cheeses you off, you go somewhere else. The pastor talks about sin, and you don't like it, or the color of the carpet, so you leave. But not without letting everyone else know how inferior that business or church was. Or better yet, how superior you are for noting it, just in the nick of time. And we enter into relationships with God like this, bringing Him to our level, instead of rising to His. God must be smart, He agrees with me. To quote Dirty Harry, "yeah..."

God has built two desires into everyone-the desire to be forgiven, and the desire to be loved. And only in Jesus Christ do you find these. Amory Blaine couldn't grasp this, as he tried to change all his friends to his way, to make him the center of their universe, only to end up lonely and broken. Captain Kirk knew this, as much as he loved his crew, it was the Enterprise that he worshipped, and would die to protect. But the monsters on Main Street were more like us than we will admit. "I don't understand it, they're stupid. They disagree, I'll get revenge. They're different, something must be wrong with them." The problem being you, with your "I's" on yourself.

And that is why the gospel truly is good news. It gets our eyes off us, and onto God. We have instant access to the solutions to our problems. If only Amory had called out to God, and listened to Thayer Darcy, he might not have been so miserable-I can tell you Fitzgerald would not have sold so many books! We relate to Amory fallen better than him successful. We are like him, we are him! But thankfully there are many representatives of God on earth, Christians he calls us, and we are to assist, and point you to God. As teachers, helpers, and servants-we represent God, and we don't have all the answers-we have the answer-Jesus! He forgives us, so that we can come to Him. And He forgives us, because He loved us first, while we were yet sinners He died for us.

Today you may have monsters on your Main Street. Scott will be telling Kirk "Captain I'm giving her all I've got!" And it ain't enough! Or you may be sitting-bummed out and disappointed in life at the end of a pier-wondering if it is all worth it. But God, two great words, is there. He is bigger than any words that seem like monsters used against you. Jesus knows, He endured them and said if you represent Him you will suffer, too. He is bigger than any situation you are in. He's given all He's got, His life, and when they thought they had killed him on the cross, He came back. And we too that believe will be resurrected with Him someday. And when you seem like it just isn't worth it anymore, He is there to remind you how much He loves you. And leaves you with a choice-will you let me love you? He chose us-will we choose Him?

The answer is easy, but the process can be complex. People are generally involved, and we can screw up anything. But Jesus heals the broken hearted if we let Him. Right now is a perfect time to let Him. So come in off the dock, and know Him, admittedly we do not know ourselves. He knows our situations, nothing is uncommon to Him, He has been through it all-so let Him show you the way out. Take down your deflector shields and let Him in! As for the monsters, two words can make them go away-I'm sorry. These self created problems can go away with repentance-the answer to all sin. Turn from sin today, and look into the eyes of Christ. And find that something you are looking for, is really someone.

"Beam me up Scotty, no signs of intelligent life here." And leave the monsters where they belong-behind.

love with compassion,

Mike

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safe in the arms of Nakomis

I never knew my Pappy, he died when I was only 11 years old. But from the stories I have been told by my mother and Aunt Phyllis, I wish I had. He was a loving father to them, and a loving husband to my Nana, qualities I hope that I have inherited. And I know him more through their stories about him. But God did allow me to get to know my Grandpa, and for that I am truly blessed.

My Grandpa was what I think of when I think of a grandfather. A tough act for any generation to follow. He always had time for me, and looked forward to our times together. When we used to visit on weekends, Friday nights after dinner were ours. We would go in the basement for hours and play with the trains. On a set where he had built mountains, trestles, and incorporated Plasticville, I always thought it rivaled anything I saw in the windows of department stores at Christmas. I learned the names of the train lines, where they were from and other non-important, valuable information about the trains. From his early travels cross country he would insert personal tid bits, making the rails in the basement seem real, and the Lionel train seem as big as the tales he told. I learned to go slow on the turns, and how to regulate the speeds when the terrain changed. Many a crash was prevented by his guiding me. Applying these things to my life has kept me from other crashes as well. They were times well spent.

When I was young he and I watched a movie on Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color about a bear and her two cubs, Nakomis. Old Nakomis spent most of her life keeping her playful cubs out of trouble, and raising them in values important to other bears. The love Nakomis used to show to her two cubs was special, and my Grandpa and I shared that love. He would often come up to me and whisper in my ear something about Nakomis, and we both would smile, it was a special relationship. We shared old Nakomis. But only with each other. Old Nakomis finally died, in the movie, and I think we both cried, but the values she instilled in her cubs enabled them to go on in life. The same values that the two of us shared. There are times I miss those old Nakomis hugs, and times I still wish I had them.

I only saw my Grandpa upset once, when I was visiting on my motorcycle from New Mexico, he lived in Pennsylvania, a sport he always wanted to learn, but at 70+ was just happy to sit on. He had hitchhiked cross country when he was in his early 20's, I have a picture on my wall of Yellowstone he took, dated 1926. Perhaps that is where I get my call to the open road from. But the time I saw him upset was when I coasted my Nighthawk down from Sixth Street to the sidewalk between the houses, and a cop got in my face about no helmet. And my Grandpa got between us and defended me to the point I almost felt bad for the cop, almost. And my Grandma told me how every time he would see this poor cop, Grandpa would remind him of his responsibilities, and they didn't include harassing bikers-particularly his grandson. Old Nokomis, still taking care of her cub.

While riding yesterday I became overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit about coming to Jesus as a little child. Most of the stories we were taught reflect on our reaction to Him, but since the book is about Him, this time God showed me a different perspective, using my Grandpa as an example of God's love for us. We can go as children to him not because of who we are, but because of who He is. We are drawn to Him because of His love for us-He is love. We go in trust, just like I did to Grandpa, because He is trustworthy, no one ever explained who he was, we had a relationship, based on love. And he watched out for me, just like Jesus watches out for us. Like we would spend time together, God wants to spend time with you. He considers it precious. He wants nothing to stand in the way of our relationship, even warning not to suffer the little children-let them come, do not prevent them from being with me. He protects us, tells us parables, stories so that we can learn about life and how to live it, and is always there for us. In many ways, He is like Nakomis, and my Grandpa. And they are like Him. But just like Nakomis got old, and died, so did my Grandpa. And that left me without the hugs, ending a relationship-but only temporarily,for my Grandpa knew Jesus. And until we see Jesus in heaven, He left the Holy Spirit here to guide us. Nakomis couldn't leave anything except love and her memories, which often are not enough. My Grandpa left me memories and lessons, and love-but Jesus gave himself, and left Himself-so that we will never be alone. Or unloved, or unprotected. He loves us just as we are.

That day that Grandpa intervened with the cop, I learned a lot about Jesus. Grandpa knew all about me, yet loved me anyway. Because I was his, he protected me, getting between me and trouble. Despite the fact I had lost my license and used their address as home, he never looked at the sin, he looked at the sinner and loved me. He saw me without sin, loved me just as I am-just the way Jesus sees those who believe in Him. And when I was accused, defended me with Himself, just like Grandpa-but unto death so that I may live. All because I am His own-a child of God. Don't mess with God's kids.

I like being a child-and it is never to late to have a second childhood. I am still enjoying my first, leaning on Jesus' everlasting arms. I can come just as I am-dirty from riding, tired from life, hungry for affection, and He takes me in-just like Grandpa did, and we go into our special place together-like we did in the basement, and spend time together. A two wheeled place. A relationship based on love. He loves me because of who He is, despite what I am. Now that's love.

The last I saw of Nokomis cubs they were heading out on their own-making their own way in life, without her. She had raised them and it was time to go out on their own. And as we get older so do we. As I travel on in my life I like my privacy, but I am never alone, God is always with me. And memories of my Grandpa. And as I rode up the freeway yesterday, I was reminded things would be all right, for God was with me. I look forward to riding more miles with Him, safer than her cubs, and with the love only God can show.

I miss Grandpa, and would love just one more evening in the basement with him and the trains. I would like just one more Nakomis touch from him, but I am patient to wait. I know he would too. They await us in heaven, but for now, I am safe is His everlasting arms. Maybe that is why I never grew up, being a child has its rewards, but being a child of God has Jesus. And since I can't rest in Nakomis' arms, I am glad I have His. With those nail pierced hands holding onto me, and defending me-protecting me from life, guiding me where to go, and never leaving me alone. Three great examples God has given me of love, but the best still awaits-heaven and face to face with God.

Take my advice-never grow up. Only grow in the Lord. Make that your priority and stick to it. My Grandpa and I shared Nakomis, now we share Jesus. His love endures forever. Surely grace has its advantages. And take the advice Grandpa gave me, "be good to yourself and others." I believe quoting Jesus who said "love thy neighbor as thyself."

And I thought it was only about two guys who loved trains, and a bear who loved her cubs. Thanks Jesus.

love with compassion, and a hug from Nakomis,

Mike

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signs, signs everywhere a sign-can't you read the signs?

Twenty years ago I won a trip to Cancun for my sales achievements. Among the winners there was a guy named Bill, from Cincinnati, who referred to himself as Top Gun. Think of the caricature of the open shirt, gold chains, and all about me attitude and you have Bill. Even his wife Julie had this disease, as in March she showed up fully tanned, and had trouble convincing anyone she got it from just laying out. On her patio, in Ohio, in February. The same couple whose flight was delayed because of the winter storm. I think you get the picture.

After seven days of enduring them, the last night was a banquet and they and their friends stayed up late partying. Just be at the lobby at ten so you don't miss the bus to the airport. So being the concerned admirer of the Top Guns, I left a wakeup call for 5am. When they showed up in the lobby early, Mrs. TG was cheesed off, she thought her husband had left the wake up call. And the more he denied it, the madder she got. Both fully enjoying the effects that you can only get from too much cheap tequila, and only two hours sleep. Maximum results with minimum effort-and when we all laughed at them when they were told I did it, and refused to believe it-she only got madder-at him! Cheap tequila-$2. Motel room $100. Wake up call-priceless!

We live in a society today that is alarm crazy. We need them to wake up, why does the first sound you hear that morning have to be so annoying-even more so when you forget to turn it off on weekends? And when the car alarm goes off on the tricolored Hyundai, with bondo, at three in the morning-why does no one respond? We only hope it is stolen so the alarm goes away. And how many have removed the batteries from their smoke detectors when they went off and no fire was found-not knowing it was because they were low and needed to be replaced! Yes, alarms serve their purpose, it's just sometimes the receiving end doesn't get the message. Except when your cell phone battery goes dead-gee, I wonder what that flashing light meant? Like DUH!

Alarms are meant to warn, or advise of a coming danger-both if heeded and also if ignored. The world today is almost crazy with end of the world stimulation. From the 2012 coming event-why would you trust the Mayans, they are dead and were cannibals, and didn't make it to 2012, to Nostradamus to Da Vinci codes to Felix the Cat looking forward to a day without dogs, the world is anticipating an end to the world as we know it. And they should, except they are following false signs, and ignoring Biblical prophecy. And get the all the pain and suffering God wants to rescue you from. God's standard for prophets was either you are right, or you are dead, maybe the Mayans fit that criteria. In other words, you were 100% right or you kept your mouth shut, and didn't go on a book tour. Death by stoning was the popular method at the time. But yet we have Tarot cards, fortune tellers, astrologists, and other charlatans who are leading people to the end-but away from God. Let's take a look at what Jesus says, for instance. Alarms, or warnings of what is to come. Wake up calls for the soul.

First, there will be tribulation. Spend five minutes with the news, it ain't good. Rape, murder, crime, corruption, and all forms of sin are increasing. There will be pestilence, or disease. AIDS is so out of control, if the newest scare for Swine Flu wasn't so deadly, it would still be grabbing headlines. We now have earthquake, fire, and hurricane seasons, such is the frequency of these events, just as the Bible warned. Children would rebel, and men become lovers of themselves-take a look around if you are brave enough, read the ads-after 45 years of the Rolling Stones warning us, we still can't get no satisfaction. Wars breaking out everywhere, the nation of Israel having the whole world turn against it, except for us, and that seems to be the next political error our government makes, these things are all telling us that Jesus calling us home is near. The event we are waiting for, yet so many whine and complain-believers that is, about having to go through those times. Maybe they should jump to the end-we win, and the prize is in heaven-joy unspeakable! But yet we must endure to the end. Life is not a sprint, maybe that is why so many burn out, they live life fast with no regard to tomorrow, but it is an endurance race. You get through the tough times, enjoy the good ones, but know that at the end it will all be worth it as it ends in victory. Not so for the lost, they get hell. Not just first loser, but forever lost. And it doesn't have to be that way. The signs are there, the warnings are audible as well as visual. Jesus warns he who has an ear let him hear. Are we? Do we?

Or are we like the mothers running to the nursery at a get together, each one knowing their child's own cry, yet upon getting there find it was the cat screaming when one of the kids grabbed its tail? Do we really know the voice of God? It hasn't changed, and won't. It doesn't take a walk in the garden like Adam had, but someday we will. It doesn't take being alone in a cave like Elijah, but it can. If you are like me, it is in the tough times when we seek God more, maybe that is why He allows them, so we call on Him. So next time you wonder why you are enduring trials, remember it is an endurance race, and it is because God loves you that you are participating. And soon, you will cross the finish line.

The signs are there, where is your heart? If you don't heed the alarms, prepare to be alarmed at the outcome. As for me, I'll be sleeping in-in heaven that is. A rest that only God can provide, with no more alarms going off at three in the morning. No sin there either. The spirit is calling-how will you answer? This may be the last alarm going off before the rapture. Don't be a Mayan, you can have all that God promises and heaven too, today.

My only prophecy is that it will happen just as God says. My first and last prophecy, with no fear of death. That trumpet you hear is welcoming you home, don't be alarmed. And don't be like an old girlfriend who drove 40 miles with the low oil light on, and then got mad when the engine seized, "nobody told me what that light was for," she claimed.

We are at the two minute warning, and are out of time outs. It is time to trust God before the clock expires. If only you had listened to that alarm going off in your soul...

love with compassion,

Mikematthew25biker.blogspot.com

there's this place I know

I ran into an old accquaintance the other day who had just moved back from Arkansas. "Northwest Arkansas," he reminded me, as the locals say, there is a difference specific to that area. Seems living in the Ozarks in Arkansas is preferable to living any place else in Arkansas. In door plumbing does have its rewards. And I see their point, as I love riding there, the second best criteria for living there after the weather. And I thought of the look on people's faces when I tell them where I like to ride. Some places to consider.

New York-the state not the city. And if you have ever ridden up by the Finger lakes, or Lake Placid you know what I mean, great roads and scenery. Just the opposite of the city, but you can't tell by their license plates, you have to ask.

Ohio-not the urban blight of the north, where Cleveland can boast of its river catching fire, but the southern part of the state, the Ohio River valley and up Highway 7 into Wheeling, West Virginia. Great roads, neat small towns, and many places not yet spoiled by 4 laners. And Bob Evans Farm is a great place for breakfast.

Indiana-same as Ohio, except has the Hoosier National Forest. I pulled over-yes, that's right, a Indiana State Trooper one time when bored of the freeway, he gave me a map and sent me on some great roads. Twenty five years later the map is still taking me to great roads in the Hoosier State. Highly recommend Madison, grab some ice cream and sit on some chairs by the river. Middle America at its best.

Colorado-Denver right? No-for those of us who lived on the Western Slope, the Front Range is just not in the same league. And Denver is not Colorado, just a mile high city that happens to live there. Spent a three day weekend once, and never left the Western Slope, yet rode over 1200 miles. Only a tornado cut that trip short. Where else can you ride over seven passes within 400 miles at over 10,000 feet?

California-ever notice no one says there are from California-it's either the Bay Area or Southern Cal, very rarely just LA. And northern California can start anywhere from the northern end of the Grapevine to just north of San Francisco-which only the ignorant call Frisco. Great roads, great mountains, and lots of them. And most can be ridden year round. Try that in Vermont this Thanksgiving!

Oklahoma-yeah, Oklahoma. For me the rolling hills as you leave Texas are just the start of losing altitude, but picking up attitude. And taking farm roads will keep you smiling all day. Plus once you are east of OK City lunch can be at Steak and Shake. Ride the Oachitas and you can venture into Arkansas. Only downer is US 69 into Kansas, past a lead mine. The tailings look like sand dunes, but don't be deceived. This is no day at the beach. Yet there is, or was a town there until a tornado took it out last year. Please explain why anyone would raise their kids there? It sure ain't for the weather.

Seems each area has its reputation. The disciples also had this problem when they first heard of Jesus. Nazareth, they asked. No one of any fame has ever come from there. Why would we even consider him. "Wasn't the savior supposed to be born in Bethlehem. Oh, he was-well my argument stands, no one ever coming from Nazareth ever amounted to any good." A town with a bad rap, but with the most famous man ever as its premier resident. A must see place, based on that alone. A good example of poor judgment, just because I haven't been there it must not be worth going. Imagine Jesus saying that in the garden. Or at the cross. "Golgotha-that's a weird name. Google it and see. Hmmm, let's go south, better roads, and hey I know this restaurant..." And such is our attitude toward the things of God.

Seems those that deny Him know more than we do. Or think they do. They tend to be prople of great faith-I mean how can you not believe when you see all the evidence of Him? How can you deny His handiwork looking at the mountains, or a sunset? Yet to those who don't believe, it is all chance. Yes, it definitely takes great faith not to believe.

But it also takes great faith to take what Jesus has done for you out of your church, to Judea, Samaria, and the outer reaches-just like He commands. You see we are only limited by our lack of faith by the places God will take us-and the blessings He will pour out.

Today God may mention something to you that you never considered before. Ask Miles, how many years ago was it that God told him he would be our pastor? Now do you get it? Or why is Shanksville so special to me? Or why you are reading this, when only 20 months ago I had a real job, and nowhere near the chances to minister? God loves to show off His creation-you. And He loves to take you places, with Him. The choice is up to you. Just a little step of faith, one step or mile at a time.

My best criteria for a ride are the roads, weather, and the food-but most importantly where God leads me. Is He leading you? Maybe your friends are saying the same about you as they did of Jesus. Can anything good come out of Escondido? Take the road of your choice this weekend, and go places you never have gone before. Step out in faith and see the beauty of what God has created. And who knows, when you get home there may be a note on the door-sorry we missed you... And after all, isn't it nice to be missed? See you on the road. Postcards optional. Memories, precious.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25blogspot.com

oh baby I love your way-everyday

I made a sales call once on a man who I knew at his business. While waiting for him in the lobby, the receptionist and I got to sharing Christ. When I mentioned the man I was meeting was a believer, she said she had trouble believing that-his words, actions, and attitudes led her to believe different. Once again I had walked in after a man claimed to be a Christian-just not like the ones in the Bible. And I hoped they didn't think I was like that. I have enough trouble defending myself sometimes without taking on a subscription service. His life was not as advertised-or maybe it was.
Recently I have had three events happen to me, not as advertised. One was a ride, nationwide, but also coming in from Paso Robles. Stu and I met the people, and were going to ride, but when he had work, I went anyway, alone. No big deal, except when I arrived in Paso, the national hotel chain that was a sponsor knew nothing of it, and no one showed up. So I came home, the Bonneville showing 711 more miles than when I had left that morning. The next one was a patriotic ride, that only a few showed up for. After two stops to cover the 34 miles-one was because the guy leading it missed the exit, his excuse was he thought he was on his daily commute, which might have been ok except that the group reminded him he passed six other bikes-them-to miss the exit. Arriving at the ceremony, they all parked and went to eat, showing up after the event was over. Again, not as advertised. And the last one was a free meal-the flyer said so-and a silent auction for a slain officer, good idea. But when we arrived, it turns out it was a mandatory donation, a good cause, but I didn't travel 150 miles to be misled. Again, not as advertised. But I hope it did well, as I had hoped all these events did.
After spending time with Jesus, Thomas asked Him where are we going and how will we know the way? Jesus answered "I am the way, the truth, and the life." And because he had spent time with Jesus, he knew he could trust His answer. Rather than explain to Thomas the theological aspects, He very simply said, "follow me-I'll go with you, then you will know the way." Just like when you are lost, and can't follow the directions-and the person says "c'mon, follow me." It's much easier when you have someone show you. And Jesus is that way. He shows the way to the Father, who is the only way to heaven. And because Thomas had heard His words before, knew they were truth. And he had seen Him bring life to those who were sinners, so he had no reason to doubt Him-and didn't!
How would you have answered? Many are asking, but maybe because of the life you show-your witness, don't ask you because based on actions you wouldn't know. If I am hurting, why would I go to someone who would inflict more pain? I want answers, I need compassion and healing-not an education. When called upon by God in a situation, do you tell all you know, or rely upon who you know? Or put another way-are you in the word? But better yet, is the word in you? Are you such a student of scripture that you are legalistic, spewing forth all your Biblical training and knowledge, when you need to trust God in that situation-just showing love, remember you should have learned how the spirit gives you words when you need them. Where is your compassion? Or are you just a bag of wind, proving what they think of us already-just some pompous, arrogant Christian waiting to send them to hell. Who is your agenda? You may find it is the same as the gospel you preach-the one you live. We are always in our witness mode, as someone is always watching. Is your relationship based on study or of a relationship with God? When you are asked do the words flow from your heart, or your mind? Are you fed by the spirit or your ego?
Just like the man who thought he was a Christian, his worldly actions and attitudes branded him different. He represented himself, not Jesus. Do we as Christians love Him enough to represent Him, as He really is? Or do we just like to give our opinions, and watch it be all about us? And when they reject our arrogant attitude, tell ourselves, "well they are going to hell anyway." Thanks a lot, brother.
Do you know where you are going? Are you sure? Your life reflects that which you believe. Are you in the Way, or in someone's way, interfering with their walk with God? Do you speak the truth, or a truth-based on how it will effect you? Do you have eternal life-and act like a resident of heaven, rather than of earth? Do you really believe that the amazing grace that God saved you with can save others? Are you as advertised?
Today you will be tested, to see where your heart really is. Is your relationship with Christ just the words on your t-shirt, a Sunday morning exercise, or a life changing relationship? The choice is yours. But just do me one favor, don't waste your time telling me what a great Christian you are-SHOW ME!
And if no one has ever accused you of being a Christian, why don't I have any neat stories like my Christian friends, change your life with Jesus. Invite the Holy Spirit in, and walk with Him-and in Him.
Where are you going? The Spirit says come-are you going alone or can you bring some friends along? The choice is up to you. Just like the rides I did, they were my choice. And how I handled the outcome tells a lot about who Jesus is in my life. Help me to show more of Him and less of me. Help me to be that witness who can be accused of knowing Jesus by my walk. And I hope I can encourage you too. The law brings death-but the spirit brings life! Breathe some life into someone today-in the Spirit!
One last thought-all these events I was involved in were secular. Are you out where the sick and hurting are? The bait you use will tell a lot about what you catch, but where you fish is just as important. The sick need doctors, and the unsaved need Jesus! The workers are few, but the harvest is plentiful. Join us. There's room. And blessings that only by serving a living God you can enjoy. Go out and write some testimonies today.
They will only care how much you know, when they know how much you care. And the answer is always Jesus!
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com