brother, can you help a vet?

The Kennedy's were known for playing touch football games in their younger, pre-political days. And one of the rules was, you play by their rules. One time when challenged on this point, and asked "who said they were your rules?" they responded, "because it's our ball. And if you don't like it we'll take it home." And when backed up by Barney Fife's first rule in the Mayberry jail, "first rule is obey all rules," it kinda makes sense. In a 1960's way. At least in a Kennedy way.

I have been blessed over the past few years to be involved in numerous Veterans events. From Torches Across America, to meeting vets at various biker rallies, to meeting them on the street, I always try to thank them and honor them for their service. I was 364 of 365 in the last lottery-no way I was getting drafted! But my heart still goes out to those who have served, and whose families served along with them.

A common theme when I am able to minister is that Jesus and veterans go hand in hand. I may not know about their personal walk with God, but I have never been refused a chance to pray with them, and they are the first to take off their hats and bow their heads when we do. alone or in a crowd-it doesn't matter. Being patriotic to them goes far beyond name, rank, and serial number-it extends to a personal level, based on being a citizen of the US of A, and also a brotherhood that unless you have served you don't get-and wouldn't if explained to you. I can bear witness to that. I don't get it, but love to watch it in action. And while so many served faithfully, and have precious memories, many don't. They came back like my friend Frank-a beaten and drug addicted infantryman. Too much blood and death for a 19 year old to take, they could train him to fight, but not how to react later. And sadly many homeless, mentally ill, poverty stricken, and sick have been incarcerated or hospitalized-some for their own good. And sadly, left to be forgotten, until it is time to remember them for one day a year-to show them off for certain politicians, for personal gain-again at the expense of the Veteran. Give them a wreath to be recognized, when really they need love, and to be remembered.

A few years ago there was a run to get money for a veteran's cause. The ride was nationally advertised, and was to go nationwide, and the last leg from Paso Robles to San Marcos. It ended in San Marcos alright, but never was in Paso. The motel never even heard of it, and except for me, no other bikes were there-so I rode back home-a 750 mile day on my Bonneville. Ken please note-no windshield.

At the rally the next night, one of the organizers came up to me and wanted me to get involved. Seems my "connections" nationwide within the biking community made me a good potential source for revenue. He was shocked when I refused, simply put I told him a would not prostitute myself for money, and that if I did I would lose all respect from those who do know me-I am known as a giver rather than a taker. "But Mike, we might even be able to get you on Oprah, she is part of this!" So I did my Kennedy thing-thanked him, and got on my bike and left. Beware of those who appear to do good-at this level he had to pay staffs, fund raisers, and travelling expenses out of donations. And I wonder, how much really ever go to the needs of the vets?

Jesus tells us to feed those who hunger-ride through any park, they're there. Buy them a burger and share a meal with them. If thirsty, give them drink-not alcohol, but sit and share over a Coke. Naked-offer them a trip to Wal-Mart, and buy them some clothes. Did you know that one of the most desired items in Vet's homes are socks? Visit them in jails, and in hospitals. LISTEN to them. No one else does. They have stories to tell that will bless you, and them. And lastly-take them into your heart, as friends. You may be strangers when you first meet, but that person may also be a friend you had never met. Treat them with honor and respect, the best gospel they may ever see. For we were all strangers until we met Jesus, and He takes us all in-no matter who or what we have been.

Go to them-don't flake out and just invite them to church-go to them! Don't preach-just show love and respect! True ministry that comes from the heart.

And as for those who only fund raise-we need you too. But do it with the love of Jesus. Many give out of love-don't take advantage of them. For if you do you are fighting a battle with God that you will not win! He defends His own.

So a hearty thanks to all veterans, from all wars. Thanks for your sacrifice of service for all of us. And to my dad, SSgt. Jack L. Mohn, USAF, thanks for your service, patriotism, and your continued giving to your fellow vets. Only Jesus and the American soldier know the true price of freedom-add some love to it and share it with someone today.

Jesus and America-a country that truly God has shed His grace on thee....a price no one else could have paid. At the cross...

love with compassion,

Mike

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cars-I don't get it, how do you ride in them?

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS A WARNING AND A PRAYER REQUEST-IT IS UP TO YOU TO FIGURE OUT WHICH IS WHICH-AND DO THE RIGHT THING

Theresa and I are taking a short overnighter today. It is supposed to rain, and rather than fight LA traffic on two wheels, we are going in her car. Which is a novelty of sorts for us, for we don't go many places in the car. Some won't even ride in one with me-I am told I drive like I ride, not true-I have never lane split in a car. Tempted-yes, done it-no. So I am in a completely different mind set this morning. A foreign one, where I have to make different decisions-I hope I make the right ones.

First off-I don't care if it rains or not. I'll be in a cage, it won't matter. But I hope it doesn't for all my brothers who ride today-and may get wet. Second-I have to pick a few CD's to take with me-I'll have sound, not just the beautiful music of my motorcycle. Maybe if I pretend I'm on a Wing it won't be so bad. Third-packing is different. I have lots of room, and although it is only one night, I can already tell things laid out that wouldn't go if we were riding. Just because you have extra room do you have to use it?

Fourth-I will dress different, even in my choice of shirts-still a t-shirt, no collars, please. Fifth-When we stop at various motorcycle shops, I will be an outsider at first. But after talking hopefully they will see that I am one of them. And be accepted. And when I am in my friend's shops, I will be subject to the same harassment I give others when in a cage-I hope they don't enjoy it too much-remember, you too may have to leave your preferred mode of transportation home some day-and take a car! I will be waiting! Sixth-We will have to say yes to certain items when shopping. Where before we had a built in safety zone-we can't buy it and take it with us, now we have room. Hopefully a serious lack of funds will deter us from otherwise sound decisions.

Seventh-Theresa and I will have to talk to each other. Not just by hand signals, or while eating or fueling, but actually have conversations while driving. Almost like when the kids left the house and it was just the two of you-but we'll endure. Probably talk about how bored we are, and how we wish we were riding. It is so nice when your best friend is your wife-and rides. Her own bike! Eighth-I had to fill the car yesterday-and even at Costco prices it was over $40! That's two fillups on the Tiger, and three on the Bonneville. Plus less miles per gallon. This car thing can be expensive-and life changing! Hopefully it is a passing fad!

Lastly I know I will still wave when passing a bike-reflex I guess. And we will both laugh. And wish we were riding, because of the brotherhood and the freedom. The only solace I find is that if it pours, I will be in my Ford Mustang rain suit, an umbrella with four wheels and a roof. I will be a stranger in a familiar land-so be warned. And please pray.

I have a habit of noticing new people at church. And instinctively go over and meet them. I want them to feel welcome, and come back. To feel free to be themselves, to worship freely, and enjoy the time with Jesus. But so often we greet them like they are in a cage. We don't approach them-warning-new person approaching. But even worse, they get greeted like a biker-bigger warning, stay away! Those types should be in a cage! And both instances are wrong. Welcome strangers! You were one once, and I have been told there is no one stranger than me. A comforting thought for you-I still wonder how much is a brag and how much is fact.

If you can't ride, at least show the love and freedom of being a rider to others. If a Christian, and we don't know you, please don't avoid us. Be brave, come over and introduce yourself. We would like to meet you and fellowship with you. And if you ride, then it's really cool. For Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles just don't get any cooler. God's love doesn't lessen for us when we are forced to drive instead of ride, work through the adversity and rise above the cage! Wave to others, smile-no bugs in your teeth behind a windshield, and spend the time getting to know your best friend in a strange situation.

And pray for sunshine! One day at a time should not have to mean cars!

Well, which is it? Prayer or warning? Maybe we just need to go for a ride-too many decisions to make when not riding. Or when not riding with Jesus. So please, never stop praying for us. For behind every rain cloud shines a brilliant sun, and in your heart a brilliant Son, our friend Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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just another Wednesday night at Maranatha

I know many extremely skilled people. Those who are so good in their field that their peer group is very small. Which can cause a situation of loneliness. I know guys who can tune by ear, and build motors and find horsepower no one else can. I know those who can write songs just by a tune popping into their head, and those who can create a picture just by imagining what you are saying. Who can rhyme known and unknown and get away with it. It is a rush to be around them sometimes, as I may know what they are doing, but can't do what they do myself. Just watching can be entertainment, but there is nothing like participating, or having the skills to do something special-something creative. Something with the gifts that God has given you. Something worthwhile, and personal.

Pastors fall into this special category. Not all, for not all are saved, although their diplomas say they have an education. Knowledge, just no Jesus. But for those who minister in the spirit, they are special. For just as the Bible tells us "these things shall follow them that believe," these things do follow them. Healings, salvations, miracles, but most important-LOVE! They have the same needs as we do, but also have to endure people like us. And like when I visited Pastor Ray recently, we joked about how I was the only person in a while who didn't come in to complain abut something. I went to minister to him!

Much has been said about why Jesus went away to pray and spend time with His dad. One reason may have been loneliness-no one else could associate with what He was going through, or was about to go through. To many He was a caterer, a guide, a fishing leader, physician, and whatever else they needed at the time. But He was also a person, who could get lonely, and needed His dad. Just like we all do.

People sometimes forget this about their pastor. I hope I don't, and God has given me a special love for them. And for my current Pastor Ray. We need to not only pray for them, but with them. I operate on the fringe of being a pastor so I know-it is rough out there!

So last night after the service, we continued in worship and spending time with God-in the spirit. Ray had mentioned how he was leaving for two weeks at 630am the next morning. He was going to France to see his daughter and her family, then to Germany to speak with Joel Rosenberg, then to Poland and visit Auschwitz. And since flying makes me more tired than riding, I can only imagine how tired it will make him, plus being 10 time zones away. Can anyone at least loan him a Vespa? So as I sat and listened to the music, worshipping, God told me to pray for him-not just me, but the 100 or so still there after the service. Now he and I had talked about him needing prayer, and God gave me some personal insights-not to be shared here. So I told God-"Ok I will, but you have to make a way." Chicken that I am. I didn't have to wait long, as when the song ended, Ray asked if anyone had a word from God. Two people shared, then as I made my way to the stage area, I spoke. "God has a special blessing for us tonight-we need to pray for Ray!" Who heartily agreed, and as he sat on the edge of the stage, we gathered around him and prayed. It was so cool! A payback of love for one who is there for us!

The man positively glowed as we prayed and loved on him. A smile that reflected from his whole being. And I was thankful that I had the boldness-I mean love to speak up. It was awesome, and then we broke into applause-to Jesus! Ray seemed rejuvenated, blessed, and loved. And so were we!

Don't ever tell someone you will pray for them when you can right now. Show you care. And after the service, if the pastor is up front, go up for prayer. For him. Ask him how you can pray for him! You may find that a whole new ministry of love opens up, and that your pastor, and his family need love too. From their flock, which means YOU! Don't miss the chance to be a blessing or to be blessed. God so often asks for little things of great importance.

Pastors can also be a least of these that Jesus speaks of. They need encouragement and love and prayer too. God provides, but He also provides us. For sometimes there is nothing like the touch of a friend sent from God. Be that friend!

Praise and worship. In the spirit. When you encounter true love, you just have to share it with others. Don't forget your pastor! Jesus didn't forget you!

love with compassion,

Mike

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it's better in the wind

Those of us who ride call cars cages for a reason. They are restrictive, not as much fun, no freedom like on two wheels, and you can't lane split. Set the temp, stick in a CD, adjust the cruise, and wander off in your private womb, safe from sensory input. And also fun. Yes, when riding we brave cold, hot, dry, and wet conditions, but we also get to explore sensory inputs like no others. And once you have ridden, riding in a car really is like being in a cage.

On a trip to Jersey a few years back, I rode from Escondido to there in under 70 hours. No rushing, just riding-alone. Lots of rain though, and if you have never crossed the Texas Panhandle in the rain, you haven't ridden in it. High winds, cold, and it is possible to get rained on from each side, not just from up above. Stopping in Adrian, along I-40 to get gas, it was blowing and raining so bad I had to lean against my Sprint ST so it would not blow over. And as I watched a Lincoln next to me filling, all the people crammed inside had fogged the windows from their breathing. And even though I was wet, cold, and had only 350 more miles to go that day, I as so glad I wasn't stuck in that car. It gave me a second wind, sort of speak, and I was rejuvenated. They were miserable in the car, and I was free. Too bad they couldn't see the smile inside my helmet. If you ride you know what I mean, if not, then you know how the people in the Lincoln felt-in a cage.

There are as many types of riders as there are roads and bikes. From over chromed Harleys, to over loaded Wings, from Bonnevilles and Scramblers to trailers and trikes, all ride-but all ride differently. And after watching a clip from the movie "It's Better in the Wind" I now know why I prefer the simplest of machines, with a few friends. Back roads, old diners, and older motels-who love bikers. Who can appreciate how the trip is the destination, and the destination is wherever you are at that moment. It takes me back to days when we would just ride, and camp out or find a motel after dark-never been left without a room yet. How when you met a fellow rider, no intros were needed, the bikes were what we had in common, and shared tales and roads and place to eat. Talking like we were old friends, but not even knowing names or where each other was from many other times. A trust, a brotherhood, and a way of life-with style. A better class of people who respected you, and watched your back, without even asking. Freedom from class warfare, news, jobs, and all the hassles life puts on us-we who ride know and are glad to be part of this brotherhood. Simple things done well. And like a friend told me, "if you are not confused, you are not thinking clearly." He obviously doesn't ride. And definitely needs to go on one.

But the brotherhood, like the church isn't perfect. Some have too many rules, and are brand/denomination oriented. Some preach brotherhood, but it is their agenda you must follow to be accepted. Some will go the other way, and accept anything-"do your own thing" their mantra. But taking it back to the basics-without rules, allows freedom to be expressed easier. That is what Jesus was all about. He came to save us from ourselves and our sin. To fulfill all the laws, because we never could. To establish a brotherhood based on love-which He was and still is. Encouraging us to fellowship with other believers-keeping the main thing the main thing-Jesus. Stay away from concentrating on the differences, but concentrating on Him. Freedom that being a biker comes close to, but never fully realized until you are saved. And He even extends freedom to choose Him or not. And the price of this freedom is FREE! Just like the word it represents.

Remember when riding was fun? Before meeting with a kick stands up leaving time? When a few of you together had fun all day, and into the night? When you didn't ride as fast as the slowest rider, he kept up or got left behind. And did because he wanted to, not because he had to. No plans, except to enjoy the freedom of the ride. Acting like kids, because no one expected you to act otherwise. Waving to other riders, no matter the brand, and keeping the main thing the main thing.

Church-it's time to get back to the basics. To your first love, to that experience that changed your life. Get back with Jesus, He is waiting for you. He never left you, we left Him. Reunite with your first love, and if you ride, go for one with Him. Don't get locked in a cage in a storm, ride through the storm, but never alone. Ride with the one who can calm the storms in your life. And don't look back-look ahead. The devil might just be gaining. Let the Rushing Wind of the Holy Spirit direct your paths. Trust God. Stay within the freedom the gospel provides, for as all of us who ride know, "It's better in the wind..."

love with compassion,

Mike

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the survey says...

Agent Mulder is right-the truth is out there! Sadly most people are finding a sort of truth in polls. Based on opinions, rather than facts, many decisions are made by us daily, and loosely based on truth. But based on a perception of what we think is truth. Or whatever satisfies our desire at that moment. It seems every night the news, or sports, or whatever has some sort of poll that tries to influence us. For instance, ask an alumni gathering at Harvard which is the best school? Might just be a different answer than from Yale. Or Dartmouth. Do you feel crime is going down? If you just got robbed, it's 100% in your neighborhood. But yet polls, or focus groups are used to design, market, and influence us every day. And people tend to substitute opinions for facts, until the next survey comes around.

Read the small print on the next survey on TV. 1000 people may have been asked. That equates to 1 in every 310,000. Or like asking 7 people in LA how they feel about earthquakes. Or finding that one person in Albuquerque who doesn't like Mexican food and basing a decision on that poll number. Ask a person leaving a funeral if it makes them sad? Gee, I wonder... Ask a Gold Wing Rally how they feel about Hondas? Or a Harley group how they feel about chrome. I think you get the picture-even the polls are suspect, but yet they influence us and our decisions every day.

Imagine CNN and Fox News at Jesus' empty tomb? Was Jesus resurrected like He said He would be? The Christians-both Marys, John, and Peter would give a different poll number. Than would the Gnostics and others who believed He got up and walked away. it is all how you ask the question that influences your answer. How long has it been since you beat your wife? Much different than did you ever beat your wife? And yet, we live our lives based on opinion rather than facts. Are we in a depression or recession? Depressed if unemployed, recession if you are working. Are you depressed or recessed?

Did you know that all lies are based on facts? Not an opinion, either. Ask an Atheist if he believes in hell before death, and if you could after you would get a different answer. He certainly believes in hell after death.

And life is also not a multiple choice test. I could always find the wrongest answer, it was the rightest answer that would avoid me. They all sounded so good. So based on the truth, God gives us a simple test about Himself. The question that someday all will be required to answer. Based on the truth, and not popular opinion at the time. Jesus even asked Peter, "who do you say I am?" And Peter answered, not based on opinions, poll numbers, or perspectives, "though art the Christ." And Jesus replied "you have answered well." He could have said a rabbi, a physician, a caterer, a fisherman, or even an eye doctor. All would have been true. But Jesus came to seek and save those that were lost-He is THE savior, THE Christ! Who do you say He is?

No polls will get you entrance to heaven. Knowing Jesus will. Muslims believe He was a great teacher. Some religions tell you that you have to work your way to heaven. The Jehovah Witnesses deny His deity, and heaven. Mormons tell you He was created as Satan's brother. Only the Bible tells the truth-He is the Son of God, who died on the cross for our sins. He is God-part of the Trinity. So do not let opinions become a burden to you. Seek the truth, and let Him set you free! Let your Yes be yes, and your No be No!

For even the blind man after being given his sight answered, "all I know is that I was blind but now I see!"

Poll question-would you rather go to heaven or hell? If you answered heaven-Jesus is the way. If you answered hell, Jesus is still the way to heaven. Make the right choice-Jesus. No brag-just fact. And let your yes influence others as to the truth. You can have your opinions, I'll stick with the truth.

love with compassion,

Mike

just a generation ago...

I was talking with some guys from my age group the other day about how I rode without a clutch cable when it broke on my old 1978 Suzuki. The general consensus was no big deal, we all had done it at one time or another. But since Teflon lined cables now are the standard, we can't remember when was the last time we broke a cable. Which shifted-no pun intended, to the different bikes we have ridden, and the different way they shifted. Thanks to the Federal government, since 1975 all bike shave shifted on the left, down for first, then up for the rest, with neutral between first and second. You can now get on any bike since then and ride. If you know how. Six speeds being the norm now, a far cry from Harleys in the sixties with only three speeds. And riding used to be more challenging-more manly if you would.

Triumphs and Nortons would shift on the right. Triumph one down, the rest up. But Norton was one up, and the rest down, which could make for exciting moments-one was enough for me. When Bill installed Dunstall rearsets on his CB750, it reversed the shift pattern, GRAB THE FRONT BRAKE! Came close, but never hit anyone. My friend Lello had an old Kawasaki 100, with a rotary transmission-N-1-2-3, then would repeat, N-1-2-3! Many times went looking for 4th, only to hit neutral-then slide sideways as bike locked up going into first. But most other bikes would shift on the left, so the government made the rest of you shift our way. Perhaps the final battle lost in the English motorcycle wars. And at old bike meets it is funny watching some young kid figure out why the shifter is on the wrong side. He must be post 1975 himself. But somehow we all made it through those years where whatever we wanted to do was right, and you actually learned to ride-or get off quickly.

Honda and some others actually made an automatic, drove one once, but you still had to shift, on the left, just no clutch. S-L-O-W.....And no need going into landing on a trunk when the early Trident I was riding needed to stop, and I hit the shifter instead of the brake pedal, exiting the bike over the bars, damaging my ego, and not the bike. Poor guy I hit probably lost all interest in riding that day,too. Bottom line-learn to ride!

Now I don't actually think that standardization is wrong in the placement of shifters, but it is in other areas. The Bible warns us that in the last days, there will be a universal church-one religion for all. Which sounds good until you realize it won't include God. And the government will regulate it. Even the Vatican has come out recently telling us we need one religion. Not a new idea, but one for the end times, and anti-Christ will declare it. God has always given us the ability to choose, starting with Adam and Eve-although there are consequences for bad choices. True love demands a choice, that is why God doesn't force us to follow Him. It is our choice not to go to hell. He just gives us the choice. But sadly some wish to burden us with laws and legalism, for our own good. But really just to show themselves as superior to us-at least in their own eyes. But never God's. For living under the law and legalism is contrary to Jesus-you cannot earn your salvation, you cannot make God love you more, and last time I checked, He doesn't want our help. It is finished means it is finished. All done. By Him! We just get the benefits when we accept Him.

Don't fall into the trap that the US fell into years ago. They were going to build a safe motorcycle-another legacy of the Carter Administration. And they almost succeeded except for two main points-someone would have to ride it, and it only went backwards! Sadly Congress is still going backwards, yet never learned to ride. So learn to ride, and enjoy the ride before some do-gooder who can't tells us how to. And get close to God-NOW! Before some not-so-gooder tells us how too. You cannot legislate bikers on how to ride, and you cannot legislate morality. Both come from the heart! You can't make following Jesus standard, but you can make the choice standard! Choose Him today before it is taken away. Look out for Sharia law, it is coming, with the anti-Christ. My best advice, and backed up by God-choose Jesus now so you won't be here when it happens. Just like the Beach Boys sang about their little Hondas-"first gear, it's all right-second gear, hang on tight-third gear, outta sight! FASTER-it's all right" 45mph never felt so fast or so good!

Jesus and riding-no matter which side you shift on, make sure you ride with Him. Enjoy the ride. For where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty. Before the next generation wonders what freedom was really like! And there is no one left to remind them.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the seasons of love, part 5-death

Two years ago I was in two motorcycle accidents in one year, I was hit twice, neither one my fault. And a well meaning friend was curious if God was trying to tell me something by my accidents? Like give up riding, because it is dangerous. So while visions of careless women on cell phones, drinking lattes while they should be driving, and under the influence of children flashed before me-a daily event for those who ride and try to dodge them, I simply answered, "yes He did. He reminded me of how some women should not be allowed to drive cars." Which is the truth, one had turned in front of me without looking, then yelled at me while I was pinned under her car, and the other woman had a suspended license. She hit me when I was right in front of her! Not the theological answer he was pursuing, but truth none the less.
After church one Sunday morning, a man saw my Triumph shirt and started telling me he had an older Bonneville. He loved to ride, but his wife wouldn't let him. My first thought was how can a man with such great taste in motorcycles have such bad taste in women? Then I met her, very attractive-until she opened her mouth. He introduced me to her, saying I rode, and then she proceeded to tell me how dangerous motorcycles were, and how as a Physician's Assistant she had seen too many riders who were seriously injured. That was it-she was going down-40 years of stupid "motorcycles are dangerous" comments were coming to an end that day. I even tried to lighten the tone of the conversation, by telling her how I used to be in the medical field, I used to be a patient. But this not quite a doctor just stared. So I told her, "I'm really glad to meet you, because I have a medical question." Now she was interested. "I have had four friends in the past two months die in their sleep. I would think that this makes sleep a very dangerous thing to do? Is it safe for me to go to sleep tonight?" Her silent glare told me more than any words, before she grabbed her husband and stormed off. Him smiling, hers, a little less than any smile I've ever seen.
Now Frank and I have discussed how we are not afraid to die, but not quite sure about the process. But sleep? If we had a choice of how to die, which we don't, isn't that the number 1 preferred choice? But sadly, although sleep may be the process, it is the where you land after death that is more important-more important than how.
Two thieves were crucified with Jesus. One turned to Him, and repented. Jesus assured Him that He would see him in paradise that night. He had avoided hell by accepting Jesus-right now was the closest to hell he would ever get. But the other thief denied Jesus. And although just a few feet from him, this was the closest to heaven that he would ever get. Same question, same Jesus. Different answers. One man's answer condemned himself, the other man's answer saved him.
Death is a one way door-forever. No handle on that door from the inside to escape. think about that before you fall asleep tonight. You have no promise of tomorrow. But Christians do-we have the promise of heaven, so if we die before we wake, we know that we will wake up with Jesus. Think of that before you fall asleep tonight, just might change the way you pray, or start you to praying. Jesus is the way to heaven. And He doesn't send you to hell-He died so you don't have to go. Your answer should be obvious-but it is still your answer. Will you trust Jesus with your life?
God has given those of us who ride a passion for it. I don't wish to drive around in some vinyl lined, econo-box death trap thinking I am safe. That ain't life. Life is for the living, and how I live is up to me, how I die is up to God. I cannot choose the time, the place,or the method. Timothy tells us to fight the good fight, to keep the faith, and have a good conscience. Good Godly advice. Works whether riding or sleeping. So don't let the sun go down on your anger, or your fears either. Or your ignorance. Trust God. For a good night's sleep and all the rest. And if you happen to be in the medical field, I pray that you rest peacefully. Sleep can be a dangerous thing. I bet she never realized how safe riding a motorcycle really was? I hope next time she is offered a ride she accepts, and see what freedom in Christ is all about.
Good night.
love with compassion,
Mike
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