the ballad of Tommie Eddie or when the music's over, turn out the lights, and let the show begin

You may not know it, but you owe a lot to a man named Tommie Eddie.  From New Jersey of all places, he even has a town named after him.  Now don’t go looking for Tommie or Eddie, that’s not it.  And it is not the town I remember growing up by either.  Somewhere in the last century it was changed from Menlo Park to honor him.  Once known as The Wizard, the Wizard of Menlo Park, Tommie Eddie never saw a NASCAR race.  He was no redneck, and eventually became one of the richest men on the planet.  If not all of New Jersey.  If you haven’t guessed by now, we know him by the name of Thomas Alva Edison, I like to call him Tommie Eddie.  The man responsible for putting sound on a film, electrically, the first recording device.  He invented the light bulb as we know it, and was hated by John D. Rockefeller because of it, he felt threatened by Tommie Eddie and the fact it made kerosene lamps obsolete.  But what few remember is that old TE built the first movie studio, the Black Maria, where he filmed the first movie, on the invention he invented, the movies.  Flip on a light, thank old Tommie.  Go to the latest 3D, he is the great grandfather of film.  Listen to the radio or a CD, without him inventing how to reproduce sound on tape, originally foil, you might have to sit and read by a kerosene lamp.  You would miss the Oscars, for no movies would be available, blame Hollywood on him.  And when listening to music on your stereo, that is his fault too, he just never saw Rap music coming I guess.  But this man from Menlo Park, now called Edison, New Jersey, changed all humanity for years to come, all within a short period of time.  Going deaf, maybe too much volume on the old Victrola, he was asked about his failures.  His answer was, “I never failed, but I did find a thousand ways that didn’t work.”  Laying claim to inventing the burnt out light bulb, something we fail to give him credit for.  I like that...a man who never gave up, despite having to live in Jersey, being a wizard, and having his name on the maps today.  Welcome to Edison, New Jersey....we’re off to see the wizard!

We call it the Industrial Revolution, a time in our history where legends were made, and fortunes obtained.  From banking to steel to cars to lights and movies, over 100 years ago these inventions were new to the world.  We went to bed early, got up early, and read by kerosene lamp.  We never traveled far from home, as the horse and buggy took a long time, if you could find the road, and if it was passable.  Rich folk road the rails, but most of America lived on farms, or big cities, no suburbs yet. No Levittowns, no Saturday barbeques, no bikes left in the driveways.  No car pools, no Social Security at age 65, you worked until you died, and many didn’t make it to 57, the average age when Social Security was passed into law.  Consider that fact the next time complain about nothing to do, no where to go , or nothing on TV.  We’ve come a long way baby...and Tommie Eddie was one of those who led us out of darkness into light, out of the cities into the suburbs, and brought us the Academy Awards.  How many stars of today thank him when getting their Oscar?  How many even know who he was?  Yet this man whose name I call him by sounds like a NASCAR hero, remember him at the next night race.  Yeah, he is an influence there too.

But another man, not an inventor, is even more famous, more renowned, and his name used every day.  No towns named after him, no inventions bear his name, and in all the time he spent on the road, I never heard of him travelling to Jersey.  But He is the major influence in the world today-Jesus Christ.  A man that came to separate the sheep from the goats-the saved from the unsaved.  Whose name is held in high esteem, and also used to curse.  A man who did more things with less, but having everything at His disposal.  Who in three short years of ministry, made more of an impact in the world than anyone else has, or ever will.  Before the light bulb He was light, leading us in the way to go.  Before recorded music, He was making music in heaven, and before movies, people stood inline to see Him.  A man like Tommie Eddie, who never failed, but instead showed us thousands of ways to be successful.  Who took the blame for our sin, and still does today...willingly, if only you give Him the chance.  No wizard, but able to do things that no others could.  A man who rose from the dead, the first resurrection...too bad Tommie Eddie hadn’t been born yet, that would have been a sight to see on CNN, imagine the report on that one.  Or the polls taken on where is the body?  And the movies made about it....and yet never being there so many report on Him still today.  Thanks to His word, we have the written evidence, and thanks to the Holy Spirit, He still makes personal appearances today.  With the show not over yet, one big encore to come, the invitations sent, but few RSVP’s received.  Excuses made, lies contrived, and time not left for Him.  And still He is willing to forgive you for your thousands of failures, your thousands of ways that didn’t work.  For He is the way, the truth , and the light.  He will accept the blame for your failures.  Sorry Tommie Eddie, you may have brought us the bulb, that burns out, but He brings us eternal life.  That never will.

So when you turn on the lights tonight, stop and thank Jesus.  Between songs, thank Him.  At the cinema, thank Him, for His coming attractions are way more interesting and exciting than any special effects.  Better yet, let’s stop and thank Him now.  Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, just like He taught His disciples.  Remember His love as He hung from the cross, and remember His promise to resurrect you, if you believe, just like He rose from death Himself.  Old Tommie Eddie made quite an impact on our daily lives, what has Jesus made on yours? 

By the way Tommie Eddie went deaf, no way for the creation to pay back the creator.  Jesus is listening, worship Him now.  That’s the best way for His creation to honor the creator.  In the beginning God said let there be light.  It took almost 6000 yeas after God created it for Tommie Eddie to duplicate it.  You don’t have that long.....don’t waste your time on the creation, when you can spend it with the creator.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthw25biker.blogspot.com

standing and running

When our sons were growing up, we had fun outside birthday parties.  And included in them would be an obstacle course.  We had a big backyard, so we would lay out things they had to climb, run under, roll, and avoid.  And whoever completed the course the fastest won.  And the competition would be fun, and no one wanted to lose, the worst insult was being the slowest.  And all could compete, as the smallest could get through the obstacles faster, but the bigger kids could jump higher.  Making it fun for all, and it was all done in fun, and each year we had to come up with more inventive ways and new obstacles for them.  Perhaps the only time in life that an obstacle would be fun, later to find out life wasn’t the game they played that afternoon.

But kid’s games were a part of growing up.  Three legged sack races, carrying a spoon of water to fill a glass, and the egg toss-I was never good at this one, were all part of growing up as kids.  But one I never liked, was hucklebucklebeanstalk, where the teachers pet would hide an object, then the rest of the class would have to find it.  With the obligatory coaching of “you’re cold,” when you were far away, or “you’re hot,” when you were close to finding it.  Never being told it you were freezing cold, or red hot.  And then when someone spotted it, never me in all my school years, they walked to their seat, trying to decoy where they had seen it, and sitting down yelled “hucklebucklebeanstalk.”  And then it was back to school work, which after this stupid game was almost welcome.  Not sure who named this foolish game, but to this day I still have never been able to explain or exclaim “hucklebucklebeanstalk!”  Another game we played as kids was Giant Step, where you were given a command of giant step or baby step, then you responded “may I?” and you were given a yes or no, and how many steps to take.  A rigged game, as the one giving the commands could say whatever he wanted, only under threat of personal harm or being banned from kickball that night kept them honest, quasi-honest at best.  But we played on, inventing variations including Marco Polo, Red Rover, and Bill Cosby’s favorite, Buck Buck or Johnny on a Pony.  Fun games for kids, and was we got older, they became more aggressive, ending in Gorilla, where one boy stood in the middle of the yard, while the others ran at him, trying not to be tackled.  And as they were, they became the tacklers, until only one kid was left to run, and got creamed pretty good.  Learning early that it is all fun and games until someone loses an eye.

Philippians tells us that life is like a race.  That we are to run it to win, just like we did as kids.  But then Paul goes on to state that we should stand firm, confusing those who think they have this God thing figured out.  Much like running in place, or not like running in place, the life of a Christian is about growing in Christ, and as Jesus becomes more personal in our lives, we understand better what Paul means.  We are told that no one races to lose, and that like in racing, to finish first, we must first finish.  And life is that race, an endurance, not a sprint.  A marathon, that we daily compete in, and winning one day does not exempt us from the next.  The ISDT, International Six Day Trials, a motorcycle competition shows us that even if we do well one day, we still have to face tomorrow, and if we finished last today, we still have a chance to be a winner tomorrow.  Only at the end when the scores are totaled up do we see the outcome.  And this is what Paul is trying to tell us.  Stand firm in the faith, with Jesus Christ.  No matter the speed, run with Him, and stay the course.  Some times you will go less slow, some times rest, and some times sprint, each leg of the race requiring a different pace.  Standing and running, both at the same time-only in God is that possible.  And when running, we are not to run from, but run to Jesus, and into His loving arms, to lean on Him, to let Him bear our burdens.  Standing on the rock that is higher than I. 

I love to ride the cable cars in San Francisco, standing while waiting for them to approach and slow down, then running and jumping on.  And at first called them trolleys, until one local explained how they work, they are cable cars.  For underneath they have cable running over large pulleys, and it is the operator’s job to attach to the cable, allowing them to be pulled.  Both up and down the hills, taking skill timing, and some experience to master the craft.  We are like the operator, Jesus is the cable.  We need to latch onto Him, and allow Him to guide us, clinging to Him when life takes us up or down.  Resting in the in between times, but never letting go, never running on our own.  Always keeping in contact with Him, and always letting Him guide.  The cable or Jesus remaining a constant, just as Jesus is a constant in life, our choice whether to join in and when or not. 

Are you standing or running today?  Have you run to Him and found Him to be all you need, and are you standing firm on His word?  Or are you still looking for that hidden prize in life, still waiting to yell hucklebucklebeanstalk, hoping to win against others?  Have you won the race today, but still not sure what tomorrow brings?  Is your life an obstacle course, and you are just waiting to take a giant step to life?  Life is not a game, although it can be played as one.  And it is one that should be played to win, no second prizes in heaven.  No honorable mentions will get you in, you need to win the war against sin, and Jesus is the way.  You may not win every battle, and winning more than losing doesn’t guarantee heaven.  It is who you call on, who you let rescue you that makes a difference.  Standing firm with Jesus, and running to the prize, heaven.  Only He knows the course laid out ahead, and because He is the great shepherd can He protect you.  Join the team today, can you hear Him crying “Red Rover, Red Rover, send you over?”  Or are you still playing Gorilla, about to be the last kid running about to be tackled by the gang?  Life is full of obstacles, only Jesus is the way.  Run to Him now, let nothing stand in your way.  “Hucklebucklebeanstalk! I found Him!”  A game in which we can all be winners.  Take that giant step today. 

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

exercising your tires

More than at any time in history, we have the healthiest people on the planet dying.  Just for sake of argument, say you will live to 75, a fair average for many.  You sleep 8 hours per day all your life, you will be asleep for about one third of your life, or 25 years.  Say you are into working out, 5 hours per week starting at age 21, you just spent another six years a the gym, staying healthy.  And still facing death.  And looking back, I don’t want to have spent six years of my  life sweating, grunting, toiling, and going home tired, just to improve my life.  And when young, do you look forward to the days ahead of exercise, or of retirement?  Can’t wait until I’m 70, and retired, then I can go work out more.  Is that what you worked you r whole life for?  Not me, I believe in being in shape, or more accurately healthy, but I am tired of exercising.  For me I rather be exercising the tires on a motorcycle, and look back with the same fondness I look ahead with, riding until I die. I rather take inches off my tires, and add inches to my memory book of going places, seeing things, and making memories.  A sweaty gym is a poor substitute for a full tank of gas, a twisty road, and the time to do it.  So if I am going to exercise anything , it will be my tires. And my wrist...

Now I am not anti-healthy, but watch in wonder, and sometimes horror as people devote their bodies to their physique.  And just another commercial of a Nordic Track, or some other exercise equipment that promises you great shape with ease will make me sick.  How many homes have you gone into and seen the stuff filling a room, gathering dust, while its owner is waiting for the next machine workout that promises the same thing, and delivers the same thing, as your is emptied.  Compare the mile son your stair climber to the miles on my Tiger.  48 states, memories, beautiful sunsets, and unforgettable meals. What do you have, watching CNN while treading on a treadmill, isn’t life enough of a treadmill already?  I have been in the wind, smelling the fragrances of orange blossoms, of wheat fields, or of the ocean mist.  You have the smell of...yourself.  And others.  While you are building endurance, so am I.  Can you ride 500 miles per day for a month, that takes endurance?  Can you wear all the tire on your exercise bike, I can on any of my bikes.  And how many postcards have you ever sent, or received, saying “having a great time, wish you were here!” from someone at the gym?  Given two weeks off per year, where do you want to spend it, is your idea of cross training crossing as many state lines as you can like mine?  Or time zones?  How many workouts have you had that are unforgettable, and how many of them do you proudly show on your Facebook page? 

So for me, staying in shape is riding as  much as I can.  A daily regimen of miles, smiles, and looking back at roads I look forward to again.  Of seeing how fast I can enter a curve, and how fast I can exit it.  At eating breakfast in San Diego, and diner in Flagstaff.  And lunch the next day in Albuquerque...green chilies instead of powdered paste.  Exercising my mind, as well as my body, and spending time with God, no phones, timers, or personal trainer telling me how I need to increase.  If it’s early, I ride on.  If I want to stop and visit, I do.  With the recipe of repeat the next day the only requirement of tomorrow, and sleeping well, looking forward to more miles, not more reps.   Building endurance that will endure for years in my memories, and stories for both old and young.  Meeting older riders, with stories and of roads yet to travel, how many seasoned citizens do the youth work out with?  No age group criteria when riding, we ride our own ride.  And respect others for theirs.  And you wonder why I rather ride than go to a gym?  Where else can you get a workout like I do, exercising your tires? 

So based on the equation, you have spent 31 of your 75 years already.  Now figure working for 40 years, 50 weeks per year, and add another 38 years of life spent, leaving you 6 years of life left, if you are average.  So what do you do with those six years is important.  But what if you only lived to be 33 like Jesus did?  And what if you were only in ministry for 3 years like Him?  How do you plan on spending your 6 years, can you make them as important and valuable as Jesus did with His 3?  Too many times I listen to people boast of what they are going to do when they retire, and many times find it is things you could be doing now.  Start riding, start living, start being a Christian now.  Why wait for the blessings of God when you can have them now?  Exercise your freedom in the spirit, and you can even do it at the gym, or while riding.  I find Jesus spent most of His time on the road, an example I like to follow.  He ate with new friends, went places no others would go, and had them follow.  He slept every night with the promise of a new tomorrow, another day to show the love of God, another day for salvation for someone.  He made the most of everyday, never missing a chance to spread His love to a lost and dying world.  And we are all dying, Second Law of Thermodynamics proves it, how do you wish to spend your last days, I know how I want to spend mine.  Tomorrow is promised to no man, so start living today, and follow Jesus.  Start exercising the freedom you have that you have never used, and watch as when you get into spiritual shape, your mind will follow.  You will enjoy health you never knew you had, and when tough times come, you can spend it with Jesus, who is the ultimate trainer.  He was physically tough, can you carry a 200 pound cross to your death, after being beaten with 39 lashes?  And hang there for 6 hours nailed to it?  A physical side to Jesus we tend to forget.  but needs to be remembered.  So when He asks you “to pick up your cross and follow Him,” what kind of shape are you in? 

The healthiest people are still dying, are you dying to go to heaven?  Exercise the freedom you have in Jesus.  Some may enjoy the sweat and toil of a good workout, while those of us who ride rather enjoy a good day of riding.  Either way get a spiritual exercise with Jesus, getting in shape for heaven.  Use those 6 years you have to your advantage by following Him.  Long after the sweat has evaporated, the odor of life still remains.  I rather smell of racing castor and miles of sun than hours of seat and the gym.  Wherever you spend your time, Jesus is there.  And realize you will never have a better workout partner, or riding partner.  And you can go where He leads if you follow.  It is your choice for the memories you make, make them with the future I mind.  Where you will spend the future is your choice.   For me and mine we will exercise our tires with Jesus.  Never heard of a workout gym in heaven, but it does speak of roads paved with gold....wonder what that could mean?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

the difference between men and little boys is the size of their scars

My earliest scars I don’t remember getting, although after almost 60 years they still show.  It was a Labor Day, about 1958, and a picnic was in our back yard.  My dad was cooking on a little round hibachi like grill, and after we ate I sat on it, thinking it was a stool.  Do not attempt this stupid act at home or anywhere else.  And to this day the back of my calves are scarred.  And it seems 1958 was a good year for scars, as I had my first knee surgery, not quite sure what it was until 2009, and after a motorcycle accident had trouble with that knee.  When the PA called and told me I had no meniscus, confirmation was made.  Again a scar I still wear after all these years.  And as life went on, the many spills and falls from falling off of bicycles, the rock that flew out from underneath the mower an stuck in my shin, and finally my open heart surgery have left many distinguishing scars to identify my body by.  But the ones on my face....are a different story.

It is Easter break, 1969, and Eddie Lynch and I go into New York City.  Suddenly without warning, a man steps out from behind a news stand, breaks a bottle against a pole, then hits me in the face with it.  All in less time than it took to read this sentence.  We chased him down into the subway, where he disappeared into a train, just as the door closed-right in front of New York’s finest.  And as the train pulled out, he got away.  It was the that Eddie cried out “you’re bleeding,” as my left cheek had been cut two places, and a hole was in my hose, a piece of it taken out.  And the blood was pouring out, hitting the ground.  So I took off my wind breaker, noticing my arm cut, where I had blocked two other attempts, and stood on a corner at 8th Avenue and 34th St. waiting for an ambulance.  There must have been 100 people on the corner gawking, and finally a women offered some tissues.  And after a short ambulance ride to the French Polytechnic Hospital, my face was stitched up, my nose repaired, and life went on.  Later I was learn how fortunate I was, as on the same corner, only an hour earlier, another man had been attacked, and had facial nerves and muscles cut-there but for the grace of God was I.  Needless to  say, I have nothing good to say about New York City, nor muggers or the crowds who just watched me as I bled.  And I am told this is normal, and in a poll of one, mine-they fail.

They call NYC the Big Apple, my opinion is different, a big #$*&^%!  And I have the scars to prove it.  Some scars I wear with pride, and some from embarrassment, this one I wish I could have avoided all together.  But God has given me the scars to prove what happened, and remind me of how He rescued me, and took me through the events.  I find it amazing that Jesus will still have His scars in heaven, but He will.  As if to remind us of how He died and suffered for us, but for now we have to trust, and use spiritual discernment when others talk about God.  Many gods trying to get your attention, cars, motorcycles, money, jobs-you name it.  And they all will leave a scar when they are done, for putting anything before God will cause damage.  Some we will see, like my scars, but some are hidden, only God sees them, but we still carry the pain of how we got them.  These are the wounds that take the longest to heal, the ones that only Jesus can heal, and some take time, years.  And some never go away, an inner scar to remind us to lean on Jesus.  Some are scars in our memories, and certain events, dates, or anniversaries trigger them.  Some we share with others, some still too private to share, only God knowing they are there.  And it is important to trust the only true God, the one who bears our scars, and knows our pain.  The only one who can feel with us, the only one who truly knows our pain, and who knows the story behind our scars.  Some from childhood, some from the teen years, and some we reserved for our adult years, the difference between men and little boys sometimes being the size of their scars.

But it is the scars of Jesus that we need to remember, the seven places he bled for us, He knows, because He has the scars to prove it.  When we think no one likes us, and cannot think straight, the scars from the thorns pushed into His skull remind us of that.  The scars in His hands show how He reaches out, despite the personal pain to us-He knows.  The scars on His back, where He took the beatings, He knows what it is like to be stabbed in the back by friends.  The scars in His feet, He walks with us, never leaving, calling to us to lean on Him, and follow in His steps as He is the great shepherd.  And finally the scar where the spear was stuck in His side, puncturing His pericardial sac, which the heart sits in, a storehouse of all the tears He has wept over us, a storehouse of prayers He remembers, reminding you that we are always near to His heart.  A situation I know about, as I had my sac drained of a pint of pus from infection, but He kept me alive.

Not all scars will show, but don’t be ashamed to show them.  Each one has a story, and if you think about it, a time Jesus was there for you.  Today as I look at the 12” scar on my chest, I am reminded of how he has touched my heart, and literally changed it, both physically and spiritually.  A scar to prove the miracle that He performed that day, holding my heart in His hands.  And how He holds my life in His hands daily.

Scars bothering you today, talk to Jesus about them.  And watch as He can heal them, building a relationship with you through your pain, because of the pain He endured.  Even the ones that don’t show, He can heal.  And even the ones so private, He will never disclose to others.  Binding the wound, healing the scars.  And giving us a reason to face tomorrow.  Leaving His grace as the identifying criteria He was there and still is.  So remember His scars, and turn to Him when hurting, or before you get hurt.  Some wounds are self inflicted, and can be avoided by walking with Him, some need personal attention, some cannot be helped.  But whatever, wherever, and whenever He is called on, He is there.  And He has the scars to prove it.  The identifying difference between false Gods and the real God are His scars-he can prove who He is, will you let Him?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

only rock and roll will never die

They were introduced as “a band you never heard of, but will be hearing a lot from, The Eagles!”  They were that night the opening band for Robin Trower, and after two encores, both times playing “Take it Easy,” jamming the last time, Robin was like watching an arthritic Jimi Hendrix.  And he was the show we had gone to see.  But The Eagles won us over that night, and of course went on to be the superstars of rock they are today.  Another night, another concert, it is late 1974, and we are going to see Chicago at the Felt Forum, a small concert hall at Madison Square Garden.  The opening band is a local group from Jersey, one we happened to stop in on one night, they were good, but we were cruisin’ for women, and the crowd was small.  But this night, the crowd was filled, thousands in this concert hall, and the Garden was to be lit up.  Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band opened with Born to Run, and the place went wild.  The incredible energy of perhaps the greatest rock and roll song ever almost wore us out.  It was the first time played live, and the album was still months away, and I was there.  But we had gone to see Chicago, and as good as they were, and are, we left half way through the show, exhausted.  I never did get to see them play “Beginnings,” another favorite, after Springer we were worn out.  And in both cases an amazing thing had happened, the opening band had stolen the show.  Back when multi act shows were for the same price as for one band, we had been blown away by the opening band, a filler, one to get the crowd worked up, for the main event.  And every time I hear Take it Easy, I remember that night, even having my picture taken with Theresa years later while standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona-what a fine sight to see!  Right next to the flat bed Ford!  And of course the words of Born to Run only reflected my growing up in Jersey in the late sixties, early seventies.  Maybe the best $6 ever spent on a concert. 

But there are shows, and there are shows.  And often we don’t know how great they were until after they are over, and others tell us, wishing they had been there, and impressed when they hear we were.  But opening acts are nothing new, and 2000 years ago the greatest show on earth, and heaven appeared.  With an opening act that was hard to follow. The opening act, John the Baptist.  Spreading the word of the one who was to come, he had many followers, and pointed them to his cousin Jesus.  Baptizing them, he was an evangelist of great power and reputation, but no way could he compete with the main event.  It was Jesus who got the top billing, and it was Jesus who would be our savior, but before Him, J the B led the way.  He was the perfect opening act, but he, like many never stayed for the main show.  Some were content with what John had to say, and like many did at the Eagles show, were disappointed by Robin Trower.  But unlike these opening acts, those who stayed are rewarded, and were rewarded.  Not quite what was expected, Jesus has gone on to perform to more sold out houses, and even small venues, that He is still in demand today.  But yet in many instances doesn’t get top billing.  He falls in behind the signs and wonders, the glitz and glam, the trendiness of what is popular, and many miss the greatest show ever.  They find Him not entertaining, a burden on their life style, and although they talk of Him, it is always Jesus and, or worse yet, and Jesus.  And today many churches are named after John the Baptist, a town in California is San Juan Bautista, and he is known as St. John.  While the name of Jesus is heard more often in terms of cursing, or taken in vain.  Never knowing the true God, the main event, and the greater event yet to happen.  For some they attend the concert, buy the shirt, listen to the album.  And later move on, leaving Him behind with other old albums, never knowing the fullness of what He can give.  For some they remember the night, for others it is a blur.  Who is Jesus in your life?  Have you seen Him live, or are you still waiting for the album to come out? 

Only rock and roll will never die.  And Jesus is the original hard rocker.  He paid His dues to sing the blues, but chose gospel instead.  He is the rock, and He rolled away the stone, leaving an empty tomb.  And promises an encore the world will not believe-if only they would listen, for the encore is fast approaching.  The main event is coming to a close, and those who believe are waiting, eyes looking to heaven anxiously.  Telling the same message John did, of one who is he savior.  We are the warm up band, we are the messengers for Jesus.  The show will go on, no matter what you believe, but if you miss it, you will wish you had been there, and it will be to late.  Get your ticket now, admission free, the price already paid.  And we all get front row center seats, so no one will argue or complain.  The encore of Jesus, His return, is about to happen.  Take it easy, Jesus is coming.  Don’t be left standing on a corner in Winslow or any other place.  So open up and let Him-and take it easy!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com