normalcy bias

Gene Patton, one of the first Honda dealers in the US once told me of how a Honda rep pulled up to his British dealership in Cortez, Colorado. In their clean, white Chevy pickup, the man told him that for only $500 in parts and bikes he could be a Honda dealer. So he took a chance and did, and for years after the Brit bike industry died, he was still selling Hondas. At the time this was a big risk, as Japanese products were considered as cheesy, poor quality imitations of real products. But Soichiro Honda evidently didn't hear that, and built high quality, small machines for the world. At a time when a 250cc was considered small, and a Harley 74 large, he sold 50cc bikes-millions of them. Hondas he called them, and never mentioned the word motorcycles in his ads. Distancing himself and his bikes from the industry standards, he rewrote them. And the trade papers thought he would fail, for the first couple of years he spent more in advertising than the company took in-but he had a vision, and within ten years in the US of A, had completely changed the motorcycle market, and how we look at motorcycles. "You meet the nicest people on a Honda" went from sales pitch to reality. Culminating in the 1969 release of a 750cc, four cylinder, disc braked motorcycle that the world had never seen the likes of. All from a humble beginning out the back of a pickup. Honda had a vision, and changed our world like no one could imagine.

There is a psychological term called normalcy bias. Simply put it states that since you have never seen it happen before, it either isn't true, or can't happen. Honda proved it wrong. Steve Jobs with Apple proved in wrong. But it is not just relegated to business.

When Hitler took over Germany in the thirties, many Jews left. But the ones who were secure in business, and had money stayed. They ignored the warnings because they had never seen anything like was warned before. And sadly became part of the 6 million who were slaughtered by Hitler. Ignoring the warnings, and losing their lives.

In 2005 Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans. The citizens were warned the levees were weak and could fail, but many stayed because they had never seen a levee fail in their lifetime. Sadly many of those aren't around to tell of when they did, they were swept away by water when the levee failed. And like the Jews who stayed behind, didn't have to die if only they had heeded the warnings.

As we watch the news today, we are able to see and hear the warnings. Social, economical, and moral collapse. And sadly men do not take the warnings of the Bible. Even though the Bible can point to over 200 prophecies fulfilled about the Bible, they trust banks, stock markets, Ouija boards, fortune tellers, and Hollywood movies. "This Jesus will never return. I've never seen Him. It's all a story. The Bible is for children and women." And men, too. They ask for a sign, but over 200 of them don't satisfy. Sadly when Jesus appeared to over 500 people after His crucifixion, they didn't believe then either. But it is not about them-it is all about Jesus.

And He is returning for His church soon. Not Baptists, Catholics, Presbyterians, or any specific denomination. He is returning for those who have faith and believe. those who have given their lives to Him-not based on what they see, but what is in their hearts. Things that are not seen that are not seen are eternal. Everything else will pass away. You may not ride a Honda. Or be related to any Jew from Germany pre-Hitler. You may not have ever been in a hurricane or to New Orleans. You may not go to church, and even make fun of Christians. You may even take God's name in vein. But the warnings are there. And Jesus is patient, waiting for you. He takes no joy in the passing of anyone, and extends His offer of salvation today.

Normalcy bias. Sadly those who fall prey to it are never around to say they were wrong. Don't be counted among the dead or missing. Read the Bible and then compare it to what is going on in the world today. Trust God. He is the only way out. And also the only way through it-if your answer is no. Today is the day of salvation. Take Jesus into your heart.

You still meet nice people on Hondas, only in Jesus will you have salvation. And it doesn't matter what you ride-or even if you ride!

The spirit of anti-Christ is alive and well. Found in those who deny Christ. Normalcy bias. He is coming back just like He said. Once again for the first time. To borrow from Honda, "from mini to might..." He is returning for all who call on His name. Is that your voice He is hearing? Do you hear His?

love with compassion,

Mike

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no gas, no battery, no clutch-all is well

"Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this Mama said, Mama said..." And with my mother being a Murphy, I might even go the Murphy's Law way, but that wouldn't be fair either. Let me explain. I had been down for a week with a head cold that took up residence in my chest, so I couldn't do my hospital visits. Finally feeling well enough, I decided to go see Roscoe too, at home, and thought it would be a great idea to ride my old Suzuki. It doesn't get ridden much, it had been over two months, and I had to jump start it to get it going,the battery was weak, and I figured the ride to Fallbrook would be enough to charge it. So off I went taking the back roads, and enjoying myself. No traffic since it was a weekday, and when I had gone 10 miles I went on reserve. With no stations until Fallbrook, plus the fact I didn't want to stop-it might not restart yet, I kept going. And all was well until I got into town. When the light turned green, I pulled in the clutch and SNAP! The ball snapped off at the lever. I had no clutch! So I pushed the bike to the side, getting out of traffic. It had been 30 years since I had broken a clutch cable, so it seemed only fitting that it happened on a 33 year old motorcycle. I guess they just don't make them like they used too, anymore.

So here I was-low battery, needing gas, and no clutch. But at least I feeling better, for now. I said a quick prayer from the side of the road, and figured I would get to Roscoe's if I could. By rolling the bike then banging it into gear, I could shift up, but downshifting was hard. Also I had to judge lights, hills, traffic, and other things so I wouldn't have to stop. Things which were no big deal when you have a clutch. So I rode on-God honoring my simple one word prayer-"HELP!" And in keeping with the day's activities, Roscoe wasn't at home-Rick had taken him to the doctor. So after dropping off the cookies Theresa made-did I say I had them tied to my right wrist in a plastic bag, I took off for home. Roscoe lives on a hill, so I had parked accordingly, and the battery was charged, so I didn't have to bump start it, but still had to bump it into gear once it was rolling. With no clutch!

Again using patience, and trusting God's guidance, I started off. Please note He is a much better pilot than a co-pilot. If He is going to be your co-pilot, why even ask Him along? And taking back streets I made it to the edge of town, and down Mission into Bonsall, where I got gas. Chugging along when riding in, then pushing it on a downhill and banging it into gear when I left. The two sport bike riders were so young, they might have thought this is how the old bikes were ridden, but hid their smiles from me, at least. Then it was off again, using u-turns and timing to get home. Only having to use the freeway the last few miles. Even got the garage door open so I could coast in-ok, it did take three times around the cul-de-sac, but God got me home safe. And safely.

But when I got on the freeway , and I knew I would make it, I began feeling confident in myself, I began to lean on my own skills and understanding again, just the opposite of Proverbs 3:5, you know trust in the Lord with all your might.... And then He reminded me of Peter seeing Jesus walking on the water. When Peter saw Him from afar, he called to Jesus, and Jesus told him to come. And Peter then performed his famous water walk, not by faith-isn't faith the evidence of things believed and NOT seen? And Peter saw Jesus, no he acted in obedience. Just like I had trusted God to get me home without a clutch. But Peter, like me, when he got close to Jesus-his destination, thought he could make it the rest of the way on his own, and fell in. So close that Jesus only had to reach down to rescue him from the water. While afar and he could see Him, he obeyed. But gaining confidence, in himself, he fell in-taking his eyes off the Lord, and disobeying. Thinking he could make it without Jesus. And I didn't want to fall. When I realized this, I immediately repented-stuck on the side of the road is no joy no matter how close to home you are. And maybe this is why so many accidents happen close to home-we get familiar and don't trust God. We lean on our own understanding, when we really need to seek Him at all times!

A Christian's walk, or ride with Jesus is a 24 hour walk. Why would you not want to? But pride can enter, and that is where we fall. I could have blamed many things for my day, but chose instead to trust God. Even amazed myself. And He got me home. Like Amazing Grace tells us, "tis grace that brought me here this far, and grace will take me home..." God is with us, even when we are riding. Reminding us of how much we need Jesus in our lives. It's tough enough with Him sometimes, I wouldn't want to go through life without Him.

And to put this all in perspective, it was two years to the day I had gotten hit on the Bonneville. Too much for one day for this mortal man, but not too much for the son of God. Alive to ride another day, with Jesus, on the road to heaven. Whether on the water, or on the road, keep your eyes upon Jesus. Truly-obedience is better than sacrifice.

Enjoy the ride.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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a street by any other name...

Looking back, growing up on Algonquin Drive was a pretty good thing. Although it came close to never happening. Not because of where we lived, but because of some identification issues Scotch Plains had with the name of the street. The street was initially called Trenton Avenue, in a neighborhood where the streets were Princeton, Jersey, Elizabeth, and Newark-all Garden State cities the locals would be familiar with. But Trenton was the only one with access from Martine Avenue, which didn't go through to our side of Trenton. The colored section-probably dates me pretty well, and a huge woods we referred to as Land of the Jinx because of the sticker bushes keeping us from it were there, and McGinn School wasn't built yet in its place. So they decided to name it Mohawk Lane, only to find that name was already taken by Westfield, which adjoined Scotch Plains. And due to the fact we got our mail from the Westfield post office, our mailing address was Westfield, although we lived in Scotch Plains. Two Mohawk Lanes would be too much for any one post office to handle, even when they made money. So they named it Algonquin Drive, which even worked out well for the real estate agents when they completed the street up to McGinn, naming the development Algonquin Village. Which led to jokes about finding a village and being its idiot, which led to many discussions under the street lamps at night as to who was the latest idiot, mostly based on whose parents had busted them and made them obey. Even at a young age, the word NO had a tremendous impact on social standing. And to this day Algonquin Drive still doesn't go through from Martine. Maybe it was a wise decision after all.

The houses are still there on Algonquin Drive, but the names and faces are different. The last memories of the street for me are 1975, but really are based 10 years earlier, when the neighborhood was as far as I dared go, and at that age there was no reason to go any further. I knew all the kids on the street, and even those who didn't have kids. You knew to stay out of Marie's yard, and could almost forgive her because of her 1963 white Grand Prix. Kickball was always safe to play in the circle by Chris Farley's, who lived next to Kenny Stephens, who was older and had a go cart. Scottie Aldinger's house was a great place to play hide-and-seek, with Kenny Corsi-my mother called him Nutty Kenny living next door. Who always called his parents Henry and Elsa. Sadly he would prove to be the sane one. Knowing where Ricky, Donny, Raymond, the Kelly's, Joey, Eddie, and others lived, you felt safe at all times, even walking home after dark in the summer. It was home, and there was no place like it. And to those of us on Algonquin Drive, it was the only place to be. No matter if the street had an identity problem, we lived on Algonquin Drive and that gave us a common bond. Long before some psych teacher told us about them. Makes you wonder is there nothing that adults and their so-called knowledge can't ruin.

It was on Algonquin Drive that I learned to make decisions. How I learned to tell time, and was able to make it home by 830pm, leaving no time to spare, no matter where I was-not wishing to waste one second of my kid time. I knew all the short cuts, and how to cut through back yards, or not to cut through back yards to make time. How the time was shorter on my bike, and how to slow down enough so I didn't have to stop to cross Hetfield Avenue-a busy street, maintaining speed for the last 100 feet. If nowhere else but my mind, I had a well worn path of where to go, and how to get there. A path that always led to home, after putting my bike away and trying to shut the garage door quietly if my calculations were off due to an extension of fun on that evening. Where if late, I was reminded of it, and promised to never do it again-at least until next time. It was a friendly street, a neighborly street, and looking back it may have been a more important place than I ever gave it credit for.

Now when I visit the street seems so small. It hasn't changed in size, but I have. Where the Farley's at the end of the street were so far away-I had to ride my bike there, now it is a short walk. But a longer walk in my memory. I know Theresa gets tired when we walk and I tell her of who lived where, and what we did. I can see it in my mind's eye like it was yesterday, she only sees it now as today. Without the point of reference I had as a kid. And for a moment in time, I am still that 10 year old kid, remembering being a kid, with dreams of growing up. But now as a grown up, longing for the days of being a kid again. Free from responsibility, free from adult decisions, and with a lifetime of memories still ahead. Maybe it is true you can never go home-but you can go back.

But someday you will also go home. For as Christians, we may now live on earth, but this is a temporary address. We are sojourners-I love that word, travelers here for a short time, and then to our home in heaven. Where all the dreams you have will fall way short of what is awaiting us. Better than imagined, better than told about, it is a perfect neighborhood. But sadly some of your friends from the old neighborhood may not be there. Without Jesus they will never see heaven. So it is important to pray for them. To share with them at reunions. To encourage them in the Lord. You can never go back to the special times, but you can look ahead to the even more special time called heaven. A place where summer nights never end. Where time spent under the streetlights with friends go on forever. Where you are never late getting home, and never have to promise to not be late again. A time where there is no time, and where the joy never ends. An extension of your childhood street, a place you never thought could be improved, a place called heaven. Where Jesus and others who believe are. A place where everyone knows your name, and where even more memories await. Not the end, as death tells us, but the beginning of eternity. A place you don't have to go back to, for you will never leave.

Growing up on Algonquin Drive it seemed all roads led to it. There were many ways to get home in a hurry when late. Only one road leads to heaven-Jesus Christ. That is the only road to follow. Before it is too late. There may be stops along the way, and detours and things that take our minds off the trip-but He will get us there, on time. In His time. For all time. The street you grew up on may have a different name, but the road to heaven is only identified by Jesus. Many roads-only one way.

With only one way it should be as easy as naming a street. It's easier. Trust God. He knows the name of your street, and your name also. Where you live now, and where He has built a home for you in heaven. And some day you will go home-heaven calls. And just like the promise in Psalm 23, He still leads us on paths of righteousness. Make the right decision and follow Him today. Truly there is no place like home.

love with compassion,

Mike

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last 8 digits of the VIN please

A few years ago the Federal Government made it mandatory to put a content label on all vehicles sold in the US of A. It would not only tell where the vehicle was manufactured, but where the parts came from. For example, final manufacturing point-Detroit , Michigan. Engine-Detroit, transmission-Canada, and then a percentage of where parts came from- 65% of parts in this vehicle are from the USA. Sounds simple enough. American cars built in the USA, German cars in Germany, and Japanese cars in Japan. And you would be wrong.

What could be more American than a Chevrolet Camaro-built in Canada? Nissans, Toyotas, and Mazdas, fine Japanese products, imported from Tennessee? Indiana? Michigan? For those of you who just can't wait to move up the ladder to your German luxury SUV, how about buying an M Class made in Tuscaloosa? Or a BMW from Spartanburg? South Carolina! Even looking at a lowly Ford the other day, it was made in Detroit, but the engine and transmission were from Germany! Now which one is really an American car? Or German?

Confused? Try this-Honda used to make motorcycles in Ohio, and at one time was the largest manufacturer in the US! More than Harley! Kawasakis are built in Nebraska! Since the 70's! Did you know that Harley uses parts from Japan? Things like batteries, suspensions, and electrical components? But the biggest travesty, unknown to many is that the Triumph Bonneville, perhaps the most iconic motorcycle model in history, since 2006 has been manufactured in Thailand! Yup, Thailand. They have two factories there just to keep up with the demand. "Blasphemy!" you scream, yet without knowing it, you may be riding an English bike, with Japanese parts, built in Thailand, and sold in its primary market, the US of A. Is nothing sacred? Does that make this no longer a Brit bike? Does it lose its heritage? Yes, well no. Maybe! Screw it-I'm going riding!

"I'm a Christian," she says. "I belong to a church, was baptized as a baby, and it is a large denomination. My parents and my grandparents went there, and I was raised in a Godly home." And she would be wrong. No one is born a Christian, filling out a membership card won't get you into heaven, and your genealogy is no guarantee of salvation. Your birth certificate may say California, but that even won't get you into heaven. You must be born again. Not a suggestion based on the above, but a change of heart. Your heart needs to be born again into life! So-what do you do? Join a club? A church? Hang out with other Christians? Read good books and do nice things? All of these are not bad in themselves, but offer no salvation. Only Jesus....

But He makes it easy. 1-Admit you are a sinner. 2-Realize you are separated from God at birth by sin. Ever wonder why you don't have to teach a baby to say "I want?" 3-Repent-turn from sin. Believe Jesus died for you. It takes faith, not understanding. 4-Ask Jesus into your heart. Pray and ask for forgiveness, and for Him to come into your heart. Like Romans says, "believe in your heart, and confess with your mouth."

And your name is written in the Book of Life. Right there next to all the biggies in the Bible. Right there with all who confess Christ!

It takes faith-just a little. About the same as realizing Bonnevilles are made in Thailand. Unbelievable, but it's true. BMW's in South Carolina. Seen the plant, it's true. And broken lives made new through Jesus. I know, because I once was lost, but now I am found. Despite my past, my friends, my riding, and my sin. I'm born again!

Any questions of where you are going? Ask God using the guidelines above. Make it personal, He wants to. And don't worry anymore of where you are from, or where you are going! Heaven awaits! If Triumph can build Bonnevilles in Thailand-anything is possible-Only Believe! Trust God and hang on for the most exciting ride of your life!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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everybody must get stoned

Misery must like company, for wherever it is there always seems to be a crowd. Seems there are many things we won't share, but misery is not one of them. Find one person moaning and complaining, and pretty soon you have a crowd. Throw in an attorney or two and you have a class action suit. Negotiate with the accused before you go to trial, and accept an out of court settlement, and we all live happily ever after. The attorneys that is, the rest of us are still surrounded by the misery we started with, with only our pockets lined with some green to make the pain more bearable. No one has accepted guilt, usually part of the agreement, very little has been done to correct the wrongs, and sadly once you have been compensated, you cannot deal with the problem again. Double indemnity the courts call it, for our protection. Sadly, none of us feel safer.

Back in the time of Jesus, Roman law prescribed stoning for capital offenses. Offenses that today seem like misdemeanors back then were taken seriously. Adultery for instance. Our society is so taken by adultery that TV shows brag about it. Books are written on. Billboards offer attorney's help, for a fee, but no one wants to confront it for the sin it is. But the Romans did. The same Romans who used the cruelest form of punishment regularly-crucifixion, also used stoning as an effective punishment.

The accused were taken into a field after the court had found them guilty. No rights here, and the entire village was required to attend. And were required to participate. First the witnesses would throw large, heavy stones at the condemned. Then all in attendance were required to hurl stones until the perpetrator was dead. This way all were guilty, but none could be accused individually of causing the death. By spreading the guilt around, all had a hand in it. So as a witness, your words better not be gossip. Not a judge, but an executioner. And as a citizen, you would be sure to have blood on your hands.

When Jesus was confronted with the woman caught in adultery, He uttered the famous words "he who is without sin cast the first stone." We can only speculate on what He wrote in the dust, but as our savior He is privy to all our sin. His words were potential death sentences for the crowd. And as a witness to our sin, would have been required to throw the first stone. He was/is witness to our sin, and our guilt, and according to Roman law should have cast the first stone, but instead chose forgiveness. Reminding others of their sin, the crowd left. His words-"go and sin no more." Great advice for all of us who are guilty. His forgiveness available to all who were there.

But being there in the crowd, if she was stoned, He would have been forced to stone her also. The law. Never any salvation in it-it only points to your sin and ends in death. Only heavenly intervention saved her, and also Jesus from betraying His real purpose-to seek and save those that were lost. Mercy and grace we call. Once again thwarting the devil's plan to trap Him.

So often we are in similar circumstances, and must remember Jesus' words. Go and sin no more. Trust God when in the situation to get us out of it, not betraying what we believe or who He is. For this story, like all other stories and parables, are referred to by the characters in them, but are really about Jesus. Not us. Jesus. And they are told to remind us of His deity, His love, and His power, and how when in the spirit we have authority over sin, and even death.

We all deserve stoning. Guilty as charged, get out the stones, for everybody must get stoned. Question-since we are all guilty, who would be left to stone us? Once again, the foolishness of the law. Thankfully Jesus took all the stones for us. The cross took care of that. Remember the words of Jesus, and how He changed this woman's life. And how He has changed yours. If you were in the crowd, you would have had to pick up a stone also. And been required to throw it. You see, we are all guilty-except Jesus. Even when the Pharisees thought they had Him trapped, to make Him a killer and a judge, jury, and executioner, He rose above them all in love. Not condemning them or the woman-for His advice is for all. Jesus never threw a stone at anyone. Can we say the same?

Witnesses were always required to cast the first stone. As a witness of Jesus, can we put down the stones we carry, and offer love to those who accuse us? What does our witness say about Jesus? Can we love the sinner, but hate the sin? To all those who have attacked me, or who ever will, I say "go and sin no more. I forgive you." Interestingly we are formed out the dust, and that is where Jesus wrote that day. Words written in dust, for a person made out of it. A command, not a suggestion. Good advice, Godly advice. That only works when taken. Are you stoned, or just stupid?

Lastly He asked, "where are your accusers?" Resist the devil, the accuser, and he will flee. Go and sin no more. Love then, and still today covers a multitude of sins.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

blondes, nat Geo, and the truth

You may not realize it, but whether you are sleeping, riding, eating, or just hanging out, you are travelling 1000 mph. That's right. 1000 mph. Didn't know that did you? I learned that recently myself when I watched a Nat Geo documentary of what would happen if the earth stopped spinning. You see the planet earth is in fact spinning at 1000 mph, or 1666 feet per second. No wonder time seems to fly by sometimes. But as it rotates on its own access, it is also orbiting the sun every 365 days or so. At a perfect angle so that we have seasons, tides, distinct land forms, and weather patterns. Just a coincidence? And you say you need proof that God exists?

Watching this secular based show about doomsday, which is a popular theme in the science, entertainment, and fringe religion communities these days, they took the theory of what would happen if the earth stopped spinning. Interesting. Just a 5mph difference would change ocean patterns, and the landscape of the world. And using their example, the slower it got, the longer days would be, and then the longer the nights would be. Snow in Miami, and no rain in Kansas. Canada would become an ocean, while the ocean would become dry land. 180 days of daylight at 130 degrees, then 180 days of night at below zero. All forms of life would be affected, as the earth slowed in its orbit. For sure, something must be in control. Truth be told, it is really a someone.

Which to me showed the true hand of God. So much for the Big Bang theory-something had to exist to bang! Why when God created the heavens and the earth did He make us different? Where is the missing link? If science can prove how perfectly balanced the planet is in the solar system, why can it not believe God created it and holds it in His hands? For if it spins even slower, or faster-catastrophe. If the axis is tilted by 1/2 of a degree, all weather changes. And in some cases makes it uninhabitable! Who else but God could keep all this under control?

Take the Second Law of Thermodynamics for instance. It states that all things are in a constant state of atrophy. The aches in my body proves that everyday. They are not getting better-they are eroding. Just the opposite of what the theory of evolution tells us. And God reinforces it even more-we went from perfect to imperfect when Adam and Eve sinned-not the opposite! Watch as whenever science tries to disclaim God, He is always proven. But with all this evidence, why do some still not believe? What does it take?

It takes someone to pay the admission price. To admit us back into the presence of a loving God. To open the eyes of our heart and not be misled any longer. Simple faith. It takes the Holy Spirit reminding you that you need Jesus. And Jesus showing you He is the only way to the Father-and heaven! It takes just a little faith and no understanding. Yet when proof presents itself, the community at large doubts-because they don't get it. They cannot rationalize a loving God sacrificing His own son so we can be reunited with Him. They don't get it that love is not an emotion, but a person.

That is why when Jesus met Nicodemus in the garden, he told him he must be born again. Physically he was ok. But spiritually he was dead. It took the second birth, of his spirit, to meet the God of Jacob and Abraham. It took a spiritual awakening-it took Jesus! For it is the spirit that will carry into eternity, where new bodies await those of us who believe. I can handle that! The only thing that could take him from doubting in a secret meeting to risking it all to be at Jesus' grave. It took faith. And he did it all without the Internet! No twelve step programs, conferences, book tours, DVD's or weekly meetings. Just like today!

What will it take for you to trust God? All the evidence is there. How low will you go? For Nicodemus, a rich and powerful Pharisee it took being confronted with Jesus. Just like it takes today. Believe in your heart, confess with your mouth and be saved. And He even provides the faith. If He can hold the whole world in His hands, imagine what He can do with your life?

Science has theories, the Bible has facts. In the beginning, God-Elohim, out of nothing created the heavens and the earth... Which do you trust to take you into eternity? At 1000mph it may get here sooner than you think!

love with compassion,

Mike

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even the pictures are in English

Did you ever stop and wonder how many great Saturdays have been wasted by trying to fix something or add an accessory to your motorcycle by yourself? How frustration took the place of satisfaction, and of riding, when you tried to do it yourself? Only to be reminded by a loved one, "did you read the directions?" You know, that piece of paper you immediately throw out when opening the box. The one with the many languages, and the pictures to guide you if you can't read. If not, you probably are lying. And when you finally did consult the instructions that came with the part, argued even more with them, as you you find there is no way the instructions could be right. And the final insult where in frustration you read the removal instructions, which state "to remove reverse installation procedure." Not getting it that if I had done it right I wouldn't have to remove the part and do it again, and I already know how to remove it incorrectly based on my incorrect installation. Then putting all the pieces back in the box, and taking them to your mechanic, who tells you it is no big deal, give me 30 minutes. Until he takes a look at the parts, and asks "you tried to work on this yourself, didn't you?" The sum total of your frustration is you may have damaged things, you lost a day riding, were embarrassed by the mechanic laughing at your attempts, and be sure that this story will reach the ears of all your friends when they visit him, and your wallet is thinner-all because you tried to do it yourself. But the words you hated to hear most, were echoed by your wife, "did you read the instructions?" For sadly this wasn't your first attempt, and even sadder won't be you last. Which she will remind of next time. So how was your ride last Saturday?

Life can be cruel when you don't follow the instructions. Even crueler when you know how to do something, but don't. That is why God offers grace for salvation, because when put in the hands of men, we don't follow the instructions. We take short cuts, or end up making it worse, before we finally call on Jesus to help us out. Some of the ways we try are to memorize the scriptures-that'll do it. But knowing them and putting them into practice are two different things. More church can be like not reading the first step in the instructions if you show up late. You need to start at the beginning. Bible studies may increase your knowledge and provide fellowship, but can be a poor substitute for what God has for you. Don't even shop your problem around, you will find that opinions will be worse than facts. Simply put-without the spirit guiding you, you just won't get it. You may have knowledge, but sacrifice wisdom. You may know all the laws, but fail to see you can't keep them. And you might just end up with religion, and be bound to something you think is the truth.

God tells us that He writes His laws on our heart. Right there where they should be. Not memorized, or categorized, or filed away-but readily available, so available you don't need to call on them, for they provide the words that even come out of your mouth before you have a chance to think and screw them up. The main word God writes on your heart is love. And since He is love, you are an autographed copy of the book He wrote. It doesn't get much better than that.

Suddenly you remember things as opposed to memorizing them. You have insight from God as opposed to studying various other studies. You know where to go, and find yourself immersed in the gospel, simply by following God's instructions, conveniently written on your heart. Imagine a marriage ruled by laws instead of love. Do you need to memorize how much you love your spouse? Or what to do or not do to please her? That isn't love.

Only Jesus adds the much needed provision of forgiveness, when you do fail. Jesus doesn't remind of your faults, He has forgotten them. He just does the repair so you can get on with life. Which beats sitting in the garage on a nice day frustrated when you should be riding.

So stay in God's owners manual daily. Let Him transfer the contents to your heart. Go riding instead of trying to fix a self inflicted wound. Trust God! If He can save your soul from death and damnation, the rest ought to be easy, right? Seems I read that somewhere in the instructions. Let me see, they were just here. Yup, right where I put them, in the trash, er file. To be used later if needed.

We need Jesus now. Maybe it is time to dump the trash, and trust Him. Stay in the word. Let the author sign your heart with a personal notation just for you. And for the times you misplace what you need to know, He is there 24/7. No recording, no voice mail, and never being put on hold. No appointment necessary.

And enjoy the ride. Safe and secure that all the parts were installed correctly by the creator. Now, what do they mean by simple hand tools? Is a hammer a simple hand tool?

love with compassion,

Mike

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