witness for the persecution

A few years back I was a witness to an accident, I was standing on the corner when the car ran through the intersection and t-boned the van.  I knew what I saw, the van was in the intersection, and the Nissan hit it.  End of story, Nissan guilty.  Until the CHP showed up and started asking me questions.  Which light was green?  Which light was red?  Where were you when it happened?  What did you see and when did you see it?  Suddenly, I wasn’t sure what I had seen, too many details for a split second observation.  In my heart I knew the Nissan was wrong, she hit the van, and even admitted it to the Chippie.  But he kept asking questions, and soon we were all confused.  I finally told him,” I’m going, I know what I saw.  You figure it out.” And spent some time with the woman and her husband and son who had been hit.  They wondered why all the questions, it seemed their treatment was being delayed, and they were being held as criminals.  All of us saw what had happened, we all were there, except for the CHP.  It seemed in the confusion he was the only one confused, and was trying to confuse us.  Just like no traffic jam until a cop shows up, his arrival just made the situation worse.  I was willing to go to court, even give a signed testimony to what I saw.  What part of the truth didn’t he get?

Now I understand some people are not so honest, don’t carry insurance, and will lie every chance they get.  I was in eight grade when a car ran into my father and I, the driver saying I was driving.  I was 13.  I was hit from the side once, the police took the report on one day, dated it the previous day, and I was told “it happens all the time.”  Funny how her insurance company without admitting guilt was willing to pay for all the damages.  What did they know the Escondido PD didn’t?  As a rider, every time we see a crash, we are trained they must be going too fast.  With all the losers on their cell phones while driving, which is against the law, why doesn’t it matter when reported?  I was rear ended in my new pick up once by a guy on is cell phone, who told me “let me finish this call and I’ll call 911.”  He hit me, yet the officer responding wanted to know where I was when hit.  Ask the dude who hit me where he was, “on the phone!”  So you may know what happened, know the truth, and even have witnesses to back you up, but under interrogation, you may doubt what you saw.  Isn’t the truth the truth?  Or has perception become the new truth?

Reading in Isaiah this morning, chapter 40, the verse stated how Jerusalem has received double from the hand of God for her sins.  On the surface, it may look like they were punished twice, and that God is mean, evil, vindictive, and cannot be trusted, all the things your non-believing friends want to hear.  They leave thinking they won the argument and were smarter than God, but they just prove their ignorance.  The term paying double was a term used in reference to those who owed a debt.  When they couldn’t pay it, a note declaring them to be a debtor was affixed to their front door. But if someone paid the debt for them, the note was folded over, nailed to the door for all to see the debt was paid.  A cool reference to Israel that God would send a messiah, Jesus, who would fully pay for their debt of sin, by his death and resurrection.  Just the opposite of what it sounds like.  The same offer extended to us today, Jew and Gentile alike.  We were all non-believers once, and God paid a debt we never could.  Maybe if we see things through his eyes it would make a difference.  What sign hangs on your front door? 

Our sign says “BE NICE OR GO AWAY.”  Yet many don’t obey it, and leave the same way, yet we try to offer them peace.  Think about it next time you are wrongly accused, aren’t the words not guilty, innocent, and forgiven beautiful to your ears?  When you know you are right?  But even if wrong, you too can be offered mercy.  You have to screw up to get it, so we all qualify.  In Jesus, I know who I know, I may not always have the words, many times the spirit has offered them without consulting me, and sometimes I can get confused, I’ll get back to you.  But the truth is still the truth, no matter how you interpret it, not your perception, not some exception concerning your situation, the truth is the truth.  I saw what I saw that evening, and the other witnesses backed me up, and I them.  The officer was looking for evidence, Jesus offers us evidence that demands a verdict, a decision.  Unlike the EPD sorry excuse for poor reporting, his word never fails.  I would love to see that officer before a judge, I forced it and he was reprimanded by his superior, but try explaining God to a non-believer without the spirit guiding?  Remember it was the Lord who set you free, someone was just the messenger.  So what is your message, if asked about Jesus, what did you see and when did you see him?  Your answer is your testimony, the answer I gave to one of the men in our fellowship who was sharing with another homeless friend.  The friend thought God was evil for the fire and brimstone he would cast the devil and his angels into, I told him tell him the hell Jesus rescued you out of, and that he was going to.  God doesn’t send people to hell, Jesus rescues them.  Your testimony is that strong, the world may think you deserve double, God give you more than that in forgiveness. 

That night two cars met by accident, you never meet Jesus just by accident.  God had me there that night to substantiate what had happened, I told what I saw, I testified.  I was able to comfort those who had been hit, and also the woman who hit them.  The spirit offers peace, the draw condemns.  Proved that night, at an accident, that really wasn’t, as God knew all the time it would happen.  No one was hurt, the cars would be fixed by the insurance company, and a deductible paid.  God’s insurance has no deductible, covers fire and theft from the one who comes to steal and rob.  Includes life insurance too.  Sign up with Jesus today and be covered.  Be ready to be asked and don’t worry about the answers.  God knows, now you know.  A witness can only tell what he has seen or knows.  So where were you when you first met Jesus?  You already have a testimony to tell....

love with compassion,

Mike

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the greatest champion

Love ‘em or  hate ‘em, the New England Patriots have been to more Super Bowls than any other team in the NFL.  They have also lost more, which some may bring up, usually pointed out by those who haven’t been there, trying to excuse their absence of losing.  It may amaze you that Tom Brady is not the highest paid QB in the league, nor are many positions players the highest salaried.  And some even take a pay cut or are not offered a raise, so they can bring other top players onto the team, and continue to win.  But the team has one unique man, that no other NFL team has, who is a Christian pastor, who acts as a character coach on and off the field for the players.  Jack Easterby, with an office right next to the coach, open to all.  Who also acts as an advisor when drafting new players, and advising on trades.  If they don’t or won’t fit into the team, they are not wanted, the team wins, not the individuals.  Some put up stats, while others collect rings and championships.  You may earn more, but never get the ring, we still play the game to win, don’t we?  Ask Tom Brady, and he points right at Jack, for his leadership and devotion, their reason they win.

The Patriots as an organization detect and reject anything that can become a problem for the team.  That doesn’t mean they don’t face adversity, it means they fight it together.  They might not win every Super Bowl, but like any championship racer will tell you, to finish first, first you must finish.  And if you never get there, you will never win.  Seems the Patriots practice what others may know, it is their choice, and they make no excuses.  Unlike Cam “the Crybaby” Newton a few years ago in the Super Bowl, he got his Superman cape caught in the door, and was too proud to  get it unstuck himself.  The team goes into the books as losing, Cam will always be a loser to me, even if he manages to get a ring.  Maybe a lesson on life we all need.

With all the rumors, innuendoes, lies, and fake news about Russian collusion, no one seems to notice they don’t care who they hurt, as long as they win.  They are not anti one party and pro another, they are anti-American, and are very successful at creating chaos within our own country, without ever firing a shot, or crossing our borders.  Just get the enemy fighting within itself, and they win, without posing as an enemy.  They are just an adversary, an opposing team, who have nothing to lose, and everything to gain, based on one person’s control over many.  Communism never works, just gets repackaged and reissued to a new generation, who is more concerned about their viewpoints than winning.  We are Americans first and foremost, and when we forget or neglect that, we can be divided and conquered.  As a society, we are the greatest in the history of the world, yet we are rotting from within, like the Romans.  Just get between family members, start an argument between friends, forget we are part of a team called the US of A, and the enemy wins.  He doesn’t need total destruction, distraction is enough, and they win.  And we have been warned...

Scripture tells us that the devil is an adversary, roaring about seeking for someone to destroy.  He never goes after the strong, but the weak are his prey.  Single them out, divide and conquer, and go on to the next victim.  Spiritual battle we face everyday, trying to fight them on our terms, when Jesus tells us the battle belongs to the Lord, it is his battle, and he wins.  We interfere.  We divide and are conquered, in the spirit we are unified and find victory.  When we come to Christ we lose something, our sinful heritage, but we gain something too, we become a part of the Kingdom of God, we are now part of the family, and like scripture reminds us, we are now children of God.  No one more important, nor less important, equal in God’s eyes.  With one law to obey, love him with all your heart, and your neighbor as yourself.  If we truly love God, we can  love that neighbor, that competitor as our self, for we are loved and don’t show it in degrees or by who they are, but who Jesus is.  Sin may abound, but grace abounds even more.  Let God be God, and all others liars.  Are you in it to win it, or just for the ring to show others?

We have very few chances to get to the Super Bowl, but we can win the battles of everyday life.  It comes down to choices, self control, and I find when I exercise it, by choosing my battles better I win more often.  My first choice, choosing Jesus, and the rest is easier, not easy.  Suffering from a lack of faith, in this world you will have tribulation, that is a fait builder to let God be God.  Or you can cry like C. Newton did.  Losers will always have excuses, I choose Jesus.  Love ‘em or hate ‘em, he is the truth, the only team to gain victory over death, and be resurrected.  The secret of the Patriots is out now, has been for years.  Jesus is no secret, don’t be misled or divided by any others who start trouble and dissention.  Unity in the spirit, true unity starts with who you say Jesus is.  Your choice, become part to the team, or part of....remember your adversary.  United we stand, divided we fall.  And who was and is the fallen one?  Better yet, who is the risen one?  See you at the game.  As much as we are all macho in the locker room, we all want to be loved.

love with compassion,

Mike

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read all about Jack Easterby and his ministry at thegreatestchampion.org

 

2212 revisited

An old saying tells us “you can never go home again,” and some of us don’t want to.  There was a reason why we left, and never looked back, except to see how things are going in the old neighborhood.  We look back, but don’t want to go back, there is a difference.  Talking with my Mother last weekend, she still lives in the house they bought in 1959 and I grew up in.  He neighbor, Mabel, passed away at 97, leaving her the only person left in the neighborhood I grew up in.  No more Coleman’s down the street, no Nering’s, Aldinger’s,  or Del Nero’s.  All names and families of my past, gone.  The houses are still there, but those who inhabited them are long gone.  The new neighbors never knowing of all the kickball games played in the streets, the hide and seek games at Scottie’s, of sleeping out in Joey’s back yard, or building snow forts.  Mention “Frank is bald” and you get blank stares, Bruce and Barry and who are they?  Try to explain to them how we used to play in the woods where their house now stands, or how New York Avenue wasn’t paved until 1970.  We used to walk over the viaduct to Crestwood Cubbard for candy, or The Sweet Shop for MAD magazines.  Walking the half mile, or riding our bikes.  No more Snuffy Jr.’s for a burger, kids don’t walk to school any more, and we can remember a pre-McGinn school woods, the Land of the Jinks we used to call it, where it was all sticker bushes and no one escaped unscathed.  Tell of sleigh riding down hills in the woods, now a neighborhood, and tree forts where trees used to stand.  Some feigning interest, some just don’t care, some too busy with life.  My Mother the last remaining neighbor in my old neighborhood at 2212 Algonquin Drive......and how it all has changed.

But just a generation before my parents, their lot was woods also.  The house next door didn’t exist, it was a repair shop for heavy equipment, with a block and tackle, and a concrete slab.  Their house was the newest on our end of the street, with only a few homes built in the early 1950’s.  Algonquin Village, across Hetfield didn’t exist yet, bringing real suburbia to Scotch Plains, with cobblestone curbs, and a planned neighborhood, unheard of just a few years before.  Sewers, a big thing, street lights, but yet no sidewalks, the streets were still safe to walk on.  Gravel covered many of the roads, kids stayed out after dark to play, and no one locked their doors or had to.  They knew the police by name, didn’t have so many cars they had to park on the street, and knew each other.  Halloween night we all came home late with our pillow cases full with candy, the same 5 cent bars we used to buy, now free.  We shoveled snow for our neighbors, raked their leaves, and everyone waved to each other.  Looking back, it scares me to look ahead.  Maybe it is true you can never go home again, and if you did, the same home will not be there.  But you will have changed too.

Imagine a young Jesus growing up.  Joe and Mary’s kid, just another kid in just another neighborhood.  Then at age 30, after working with his Dad as a finishing carpenter, goes into ministry his heavenly father  ordained for him.  What did the old neighbors think when they heard of his exploits?  “Jesus, isn’t that Joe and Mary’s kid?  Did some work for me once, pretty good carpenter.  But what is this religion thing he is into?”  And they would talk of how they remembered him.  Scripture tells us how a prophet is not recognized in his own town, too many knew him when, not as he was now.  A trip through his old neighborhood would reveal many things, I am sure his take on his neighborhood much different then as compared to now.  They would claim he changed, but it is really us who need to, and it is him who changes us.  Picture his high school reunion of ten years, “what are  you doing Jesus?” Working with hid Dad, but just five years later, “What are you doing Jesus?” would bring the same, but a different answer, “working with my Father.”  Going about God’s business, he was now ready for ministry, age 30, the age to be a Jewish priest, and all without seminary.  That had to upset his old neighborhood, maybe raise a few eyebrows here and there.  How would you remember Jesus, or is he new to your neighborhood?  Have you changed,and has he changed you?

Many Christians are tourists each year to Israel to see where he walked.  Visiting the Bible references, seeing his tomb.  But how many are more concerned about where he walked more than your walk with him?  Do you walk with Jesus, or is he a photo op on a vacation?  When Jesus left earth, he was resurrected, returning home to heaven, his old neighborhood.  How did it change?  Maybe by all those who believe in him being there now.  A new neighborhood springing up in heaven, where those who are forgiven live and rejoice.  You see, in Jesus we can all go home again, we can go back to a pre-sin time where all was perfect in the world, and Adam and Eve walked with God.  A place where everyone knows your name, and all worship the same God.  Where we all know Jesus, no matter what generation you are from, or when you got there.  The people in heaven will change, but we will already be changed in Jesus.  He promises us “on earth as it is in heaven,” do we desire heaven on earth like he promises?  Or is it back to the same old neighborhood, where nobody knows your name.

No one would know me back where I grew up, I have changed.  Not the same old kid, a different kid, a child of God.  But my memories still intact of how it was and who I was.  Sadly my Mother is house bound, and the new neighbors will never know her.  Never see the meticulous yard my Dad had, or the stream of my friends coming and going.  It is the house with an old woman who they never see, and wonder about.  Until some day she too will be gone, and no one will remember.  2212 will be remembered much different than I do, I only hope the new inhabitants have such a great time there.  The past is a fine place to visit, but in Christ I have a great future, a great right now.  Take a trip back in Jesus today, to that first time you met him, rekindle old memories.  Let him remind you of how far he has taken you, and how much farther we have to go.  Houses aren’t homes until someone moves in, we aren’t Christians until Jesus moves into our lives.  Home is where the heart is, I am glad I gave my heart to Jesus.  My address will change, but he never will.  Somehow the old neighborhood will never look the same....

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

 

"...a car like that will surely get you into trouble..." part 1

I have never understood the attraction of good girls to bad boys.  Maybe the old saying “good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere else,” has some truth to it.  And Sarah was a good girl, and also the secretary of Mr. Levy, Vice President of the company BH and I worked for.  We were housed in the upper offices, like junior execs, having an air of sophistication the rank and file didn’t have.  An also access to all the secretaries...whom BH dated, and I avoided.  An old rule of thumb, never date anyone you work with, guiding me.  But when the girls saw my custom van, a big deal in 1974 corporate America, Sarah wanted to go for a ride in it, left some hints, and all but asked me for a ride, something good girls didn’t do.  Because she was a good girl.  But being cornered outside Mr. Levy’s office by her, I did the unthinkable, and made a date, but not a date, just to go for a ride.  Not sure if I was breaking my rule or not, or if Sarah had a dark side where she liked bad boys, I was hoping she just liked the van. So picking her up at home, she still lived with her parents, and passing the “he’s OK for not being Italian, or Catholic,” she was very much both and old school even then, we took a ride for ice cream, and were heading back when the flashing red lights came on.  And you know the drill...

It seems Jersey cops loved to pull over young guys and harass us, and this guy was no exception.  I was being pulled over for going too slow, 25 in a 35, and having out of state plates.  One look at Sarah, and I could see the panic in her, I really was a bad boy, a possible felon, and she was about to be arrested.  Not a word was said, as I answered all the questions, and was finally let go, with the “I could give you a ticket, but I’m letting you off this time.”  So this was a regular event I’m sure she thought.  And I took her home, a very quiet, uneasy ride.  I had broken my rule, dated but not a date with a girl from work, and my name would be mud the next day.  I should have known a car like that would get me into trouble, and I had no idea what awaited me the next day.

I was greeted by my secretary, Bernie, “Sarah told us all about  your date last night.”  It wasn’t a date.  And the story Sarah had told was not what I had expected.  She had been scared, but I had been a gentleman, it was a bad cop, and she had a new found respect for me.  I was respectful, how was I going to live that one down?  But she had nothing but good things to say about me, and somehow she felt closer to me, having had her initial brush with the law with me.  Me, who rode motorcycles and had long hair, who shared an apartment with BH who chased and caught anything in a skirt, and I was respectable?  I had been afraid of losing my job over it, and here she made me out to be a hero.  Even my coworkers felt bad for me getting pulled over, they too had fears for Sarah going on a date with me, it wasn’t a date!  Like Walter, my boss told me, “ a car like that will surely get you into trouble.”  He had no idea.....

Proverbs 18:17 tells us that every story seems right, until it is examined.  Meaning until you hear the other guys’ version of the story.  I was so sure I was going to be pilloried, but Sarah’s version of what had happened was surprisingly accurate.  I had seen things through her innocent eyes, who had seen me innocent, only the police were the accusers, and they dismissed the case for lack of evidence.  But without harassment.  How many times have we jumped to conclusions, only to find that when the real story, the truth comes out, we are vindicated.  My friends were so sure a car like my van would get me into trouble, I was prejudged, found guilty, and sentenced, before my date.  Which wasn’t a date! As a Christian man, how many of us had wrong impressions of Jesus before we were saved?  My take was of a hippie looking guy, in sandals and long hair, carrying a sheep under his arm, and doing good things.  But giving us a set of rules, robbing us of all our fun, and turning us into freaks.  Remember the Jesus freaks, I was one, sorta.  But we find true peace in the spirit, where the only law is love, and we can make the choices based on Jesus.  The last fruit of the spirit being self control, that one, the one that reveals who Jesus is in our life by the decisions we make.  Yet our churches are filled with McChristians, or mechanical Christians, who prejudge the rest of us, who never know the freedom the spirit promises, but look good on the outside. Who never stray, but never go anywhere either.  Isaiah warns of that in Isaiah 29:13.

It talks of a people who only worship with their lips, who live by rules, and look good on the outside, but whose hearts are far from God.  They have an external conformity to religious things.  The are spiritually dull, know the word, but have none of the word in them.  You are living a mundane life, keeping all the rules, and then suddenly the lights appear in the rear view mirror, and your world is shattered.  Maybe only a verbal warning, but what will your audience think?  And of course we are more concerned about what our audience thinks, aren’t we? Like Sarah should have known, a car like that will surely get you into trouble, she had done nothing wrong.  But yet was part of the party to accusations.  What a wake up call for her.  Yet I had done nothing wrong either, how would my reputation suffer for being pulled over for going to slow? 

A loving God will send events into our lives, sometimes as wake up calls, to draw us to him.  We only see the red lights, he sees a spiritual danger and wants to head it off.  Leaving the choice to us, self control.  My reputation could have suffered form being pulled over with Sarah, I had no idea of what she felt or what her version of the story would be.  But I was relieved at her response, and when asked how our date was, I simply answered, “that’s nothing a gentleman would share about a lady.”  Let them think what they might, but a car like that will surely get you into trouble.  Her reputation confirmed, mine elevated. Nor did she ever ask for another ride....she had dated a bad boy and won.  And it wasn’t a date!

love with compassion,

Mike

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