it's pronounced J, as in Juan

As much as I don't like rules, I am glad that there are certain laws in the universe. Numbers is/are one of them. Add two evens, you always get an even. Same with two odds. But one of each will always get you an odd. Same with multiplication. Two evens=an even. Two odds=odd. But one of each equals an even. Strange, isn't multiplication just repeated addition? Next you're gonna tell me 2+2doesn't equal 4!

And just how much is infinity? Just when you think you've arrived, somebody comes along and adds one to it, and off you go. And how about infinitely small? 1/2 is more than 1/8, and the higher the denominator, the bottom number, the lower the number. And it used to be we had cars with engines measured in cubic inches, of which there is no substitute. Until we went metric, and the Chevy 327 became a 5.3 litre, the 350 a 5.6 and Ford's 351 a 5.7. Somehow a 5.0 Mustang sounds Ok, but I still prefer the 302. 6.6 or a 400? Thanks to Harley, the last motorcycle holdout, for staying with cubic inches. 96, 103, or a 110, that's still a lot of cc's! And who can remember when the "74" was the big engine? Now you can get it in a Sporty. And why is my 900 Scrambler only really 865cc's? When the Z-1 was 900 was really a 903? Who's really in charge here? Times change, but numbers don't. I think. Test-pick a number between 1 and 10-now remember it for later.

And just when you think you've got the numbers down, try spelling. Why isn't phonics spelled like it sounds? Why do we have i before e, but not after c? Why is a c pronounced like an s in cylinder, and like a k in cat? The answer-a man called Noah Webster, who took it upon himself to set up a system-his, to spell words uniformly. Before his 1828 dictionary, words were spelled like they sounded-sometimes, just like they tried to instill in some schools in the nineties, and gave us a generation who can't spell. And while watching a newscast on why the US is falling behind in education, they inadvertently showed E-bonics on the board. I thought we spoke English here, or is it American, since we are in America? Confused, or is it konfused? I guess it depends on when and where you went to school. And if you can remember high school as the best seven years of your life.

But somehow the truth is still the truth. And not to be confused with a truth. A truth is I like to ride motorcycles. The truth is Jesus is the only way to God. And cults like Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, and others change a few words and alter the text of the Bible. Jesus isn't a way-He is the way! He isn't a God, He is God! And you MUST be born again to inherit the kingdom of God-it is not a suggestion. Just like a 900 cc piston won't fit in a 250cc hole, the truth is still and always will be the truth.

So whether you drive a 1964 1/2 Mustang-no such thing as all were titled as 1965's, or your 74 Pan Head motor is different from a 1200 Sportster, don't be misled. The truth is still the truth. Jesus Christ is God! Deny His deity, and you deny Him! God made it simple, so even guys like me could get it. I'm also glad He gave us eternity-an eternal right now. No past, no future-just now-forever. Try making an equation for that. Now+one still equals right now! Forever! So much for that old time/space continuum.

So go with the truth. Liars may figure, and figures lie, and do you want two, to go, or to go, too-the choice is yours. If you want two, is different than wanting to go to, and different than wanting to go, too. I will go to heaven, I hope you two, go too!

See you there. Now that we have this grammar and math thing down, here's the final. How many people does it take to change a light bulb? Answer-doesn't matter unless the bulb really wants to change!

Oh, and that number you picked-that wasn't it! Don't make the same mistake with God!

love with compassion,

Mike

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what friends are for

We were woken up this morning to the sound of helicopters flying overhead. Just a few blocks away, a man had been making explosives, bombs, and robbing banks. When trying to send a robot in to search for other bombs, it couldn't maneuver due to clutter, so the bomb squad will be setting fire to the house tomorrow, under the guidance of the fire department. And many precautions are being taken, as no one knows for sure what is in the house. And it seems weird, almost scary, that someone a few streets away, that I may have seen in the store or passed in traffic, can be so evil. But I find that although I know who my neighbors are, I really don't know them, or them me.

I was reminded last night, and have been for a few years now, how difficult and misunderstood you are when taking a stand for Christ. Obeying the spirit can be hazardous to old relationships, careers, and even families. But staying close to God in these attacks, is still the best place to be. And He has to change the hearts of those attacking, and yours, too, or you will always be at odds with them. Three choices-your way, their way, or the correct answer-God's way! I still choose God's way.

When Jesus formed His gang, He chose 12 itinerant, Jewish citizens. Twelve men who outside of Him, really had not much in common. But in Him, they had all things in common. Andy, Pete, and two guys named Jim, Jack, Matt, Phil,Tommy, Bart, Thad, Simon, and a guy from Carriot, Judas. Fisherman, anarchists, tax collectors, and a businessman-sounds like my biker friends, these men followed by faith a man who they knew little about, but who was to change the world. And despite giving up their careers, friends, and sometimes family to follow, devoted themselves to Jesus, and even after His death carried on the work He had given them to do. And all, except Judas, were martyred, being boiled in oil, flayed-skinned alive, beheaded, crucified, or stoned. Judas, who ratted out Jesus, took his own life, hanging himself from a tree, that the branch broke on and spilled out his guts. But the eleven who were loyal to Jesus had a name that only He could call them. He called them friends. He even called Judas His friend until the end, but Judas refused.

Don't refuse Jesus' friendship today. It will cost something, maybe only a change of your lifestyle, but maybe your job or old friends. But what He removes, He also replaces, and it is not a fair trade. You get much more returned than you ever gave up. And carry it with you into eternity, and for eternity.

Today the friends may be questioning your ways. They don't get it why you changed, or are changing. Your family may not get it, and want to disown you, or just call you a nut. Just as God changes your life, He can change theirs, too. It takes just a little faith, and He will do it. A little trust, and He can show you. And just a little obedience, and you can being the trip of a lifetime.

Don't expect understanding, or even support. Those can only be found in Jesus. His gang of 12 entered in faith, and their actions continue to change the world. But it is only in the spirit,and following Jesus that this can be done. His will, not yours. His will, not your friends. Take the first step today, and watch as joy replaces confusion, and purpose replaces that empty feeling. God knows, and He knows you. It took only 12 men, will you join with them? Can He call you friend?

You never know who your neighbor is. Our neighborhood is a good example of that. What goes on inside doesn't always show on the outside. Let the light of God shine out from you today, in whatever neighborhood you happen to be in. Preach the word daily, and if needed use words.

love with compassion,

Mike

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breakfast-it's not just for pizza anymore

Now that our sons are/were out of the house, Theresa still makes the same size portions for dinner, but we have lunch for the next day in the form of leftovers. Even if it something we would usually lick the bowl clean on, she still puts aside a portion for me for the next day, and it is something I look forward to for lunch. And it reminds me of when we were kids, and all the starving kids in China who would have wanted what was left on your plate. "Eat it, kids are starving in China," and you wonder if the answer to world hunger was as close as the plate your dog was about to clean when you were done eating. But as kids, I don't remember many leftovers, and I don't remember leaving the table still hungry either.

When in Cleveland for business, we would stay at this Holiday Inn. Ironically, it had this huge atrium, to let the sun in-which rarely visits Cleveland, so you always had this cheerful, gray sky watching over you. And as far as food goes, it was maybe a 2 out of 10, only because how badly can you screw up French fries-which seemed to come with everything. But where there cuisine lacked flavor, I will give them a higher score for creativity, or maybe more accurately efficient use of food on hand. After enduring the same sausage links-either raw or jerky style for breakfast, you didn't get to choose, one night they had a sign in the lobby that tonite was pizza night. And since we were all tired of prepared food, we thought a break was coming. Even the girl at the desk said it was pretty good, but after eating it found she probably was paid to lie, and had never eaten it. Remember my comment on French fries? Well, they may have been the only thing not on it. The best way I can describe it, was a pizza omelets. Sans eggs. What hadn't been eaten , or thrown away from previous breakfasts, was on the pizza. Now I like sausage on my pizza, but links? Long strips of still not fully cooked bacon? Something that may have been hash browns-at least it was brown, and on a thin, cardboard hard crust. Sorta like the precursor to carbon fibre, without the carbon, not sure about the fiber-could have been the entire pizza that gave us the get up and go feeling! Anyway, I/we had never eaten anything like this before-it was leftovers pizza! Not to be confused with leftover pizza, which I like. This was made from food saved after we had eaten breakfast-and maybe not that day, and may have been from someone else's plate. When one wise guy thought he recognized his teeth marks in a link, we didn't doubt him. And we all vowed to never eat pizza in Cleveland again. Cleveland, home of the Cuyahoga River that caught fire, the Indians, who hadn't for years, the Browns who left to become Ravens, and now this-breakfast leftovers pizza. But what would you expect from a town on a lake called Erie/Eerie? And no mention was ever made of the poor kids in China starving. At least in Mexico, they would have made it into a burrito-here you couldn't even roll the crust!

People can be leftovers too. And not just in Cleveland. So many times, we feel the need to minister, but are afraid of one on one contact. So we give money, when really the tug of our heart is to sit with them. I have been in fast food restaurants, where a homeless guy was to be ejected, and told the manager, "it's OK, he's with me." I have sat and listened to those who no one listens too, and found that except for the grace of God, there go I. But many are destitute, due to bad decisions, and are unwilling to make a good decision for Christ. And yet, He stands ready to help in any and very situation. Like Job, we cannot see the events in heaven, and can't tell if we are being tested, or bragged about by God. We only think of our present situation, and not from God's perspective, but ours. We become like a dog, eating everything insight,whether it tastes good or not, or even if it isn't edible. We shun good advise, and end up like the pizza in Cleveland-inedible, and filled with trash from earlier in the day. Jesus promises us that if we turn to Him, He will guide our paths. Doesn't always promise it won't be tough-like the pizza crust, but that He will get us through-like He did the pizza meal. But we must trust Him, because He is trustworthy. He has never failed, and won't. Be it hunger, finances, rent, cars, jobs, pizza, or relationships-He stands ready to guide you, and the line is never too long that He doesn't get to you. His time for you isn't leftover, and there are no lines-He always has time for you.

Render unto Christ the things of Christ-your life! And let Him guide and provide. Take some one on one time, and participate, not only donate. And look out for daily specials, and if the sausage is link, the bacon is limp, and the crust is hard-remember life can be like that too. And Jesus has a special meal provided just for you. Trust Him-one on one. He fed the 5000, many times, but served them individually. And has a daily special with your name on it-just for you! Nothing leftover, and unlike breakfast in Cleveland, His blessings are new every morning. What are you hungry for? Your next meal is just one prayer away!

love with compassion,

Mike

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reassemble reversing procedure, or I did it my way

If you want to cheese off your mechanic, work on it first. And if you really want to cheese him off, take it apart for him, then give him the mess you created. Can you fix my bike, I put all the pieces in those boxes. Thanks, buddy. Mechanics hate to finish a job that someone else has started. They hate coming in to clean up someone's else self inflicted wound, and sometimes their only recourse is to make you pay for your indiscretion, meaning open your wallet-wide, and they'll tell you when to stop. A stupid fee tacked on, one the government never sees, and is not deductible. And we have all been guilty of it, trying to save time or money, or even trying to do it yourself. I had a friend tell me recently, I can remove the head easily, no big deal. But can you replace it? On the street? With few tools? No parts department to replace part you break? Have you ever done one before? And after his bruised ego began to heal, he admitted there is a reason things cost what they do. Built into each job is a factor of security, knowing that a trained person did it, and I shouldn't have to worry. We called it a cheese 'em off factor. No matter how much money you may save doing it yourself, it wasn't worth the aggravation-and never the money saved. Particularly when you ended up towing the car to the shop anyway, having the tech laugh behind your back, and then charging you more to fix things you screwed up. Any relation to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and no names have been mentioned to protect me.

But yet we are a society who values trying before giving up. And fails to recognize that having someone trained to do the job is not a weakness, but a strength. Someone who will hold the wrench while you turn the car, not the other way around. And I learned-albeit pride fully, that it is easier to let someone trained do it than let me ruin it. Plus it cuts into my riding time. Which is why I have good friends who are trusted mechanics, but never ride with them. While they wrench, I ride. On rides, if someone breaks, they fix. And they never get to fully enjoy the ride, for some fool always takes the time to break so they can be inconvenienced.

Don't ask a doctor on the street for free advice. You will get what you paid for. Lawyers, the same. And mechanics-if he says bring it by so he can look at it, he means park it out front, and when he goes to lunch he can look at it, and when going home also. Yeah, looked at it twice today, probably will again tomorrow. Don't bother me-I'm busy!

So as our Bibles gathers dust, we search the internet for answers. We go on blogs, talk rooms, and Google our problem. And finally when our life is more broken than when we started, we call on God, or pick up our dusty Bible. And then search for a scripture that we like, and there-God has answered my request. But more times than not, just found a convenient way out. Do you have more time on the net, than in the Word? Can you find Blueletterbible.com faster than the book of Jonah? Hmmm, what page was I on? And then do you voice, e, or other mail a friend in despair for help? When God was there the whole time, knew the situation, the problem, and the solution. And all you had to do was ask!

He wisely tells us to seek Him first. We aren't the first generation to try to fix it ourselves. But we may be the last. Let God be God, He's up to the job. He has the parts, the tools, and the knowledge to fix your problem. And will show compassion to you when your new bike comes to him in four boxes, instead of two wheels. He won't laugh behind your back-that is the universe, or in front of your either. And-He is always available, you don't cut into His riding time, and no appointment necessary.

Like the ad says, pay me now or pay me later. Aren't you glad Jesus already paid the price, and left the door open so we can visit any time we want? Your car or bike shouldn't come in boxes, and your life shouldn't be spent inside one. Do something daring today-trust God, the first time. And then maybe when I call, we can ride together. A better testimony to us and our relationship with Jesus than making payments, sadly, when the job still isn't done!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the new guy at lunch

I worked with a guy once, who when he found out I was a Christian, boldly informed me "I'm an atheist!" Accepting the challenge, I just looked at him, and said, "you know by definition, you don't exist." "HUH?" "Yes, everyone worships something, and you just happen to worship yourself." I was hoping to make this a short conversation, as he had an audience of several co-workers with him that day, and I was new and outnumbered, or at least it would appear so. Not knowing what to say back, he ate more of his sandwich, then proceeded to tell me what he didn't believe. "There is no God, the Bible is made up, we all come from some slimy substance via evolution, Jesus may have been a great teacher, but that is all, and all this faith stuff is so much !@#^&^&%$!!"

Once again, I gave him an unexpected answer, hoping to just end the conversation. "You are an incredible man of faith. By your first statement I never would have guessed it. When you can, find time so I can ask you questions, you seem to have a grip on how life works. It takes a great deal of faith to believe how you do with no evidence or facts. Yes, I never would have guessed you to be a man of faith." And after the surprised look fell from his face, several seconds later, I continued. "Yes, you have more faith than many. Even more than some Christians I know. It takes faith to believe the improvable, and you cannot prove God exists. Wiggle your hand, God made that. Smell a flower, he did that too. Why does the sun rise and set the same every day? God, again. Yes-it takes incredible faith to not believe when there is all this evidence of Him, and so much more!"

Now his friends were listening. "And the Bible. Did you know the more men try to debunk it, they only prove it more. Do you think that a God who created the universe would be stupid enough to leave His story to a group of men? All scripture is inspired by God. Shipbuilders build ships based on the ark's dimensions, they are the most sea worthy. Thousands of years before telescopes, it was written about the stars and how they work. Do you know of any prophecies ever given that aren't 100% accurate about Jesus? And that over 500 people saw Him after He was crucified? He truly rose again, like He said He would. Do you know anyone else who would die for a society that hated Him? Would you die for your wife and kids? Jesus did!"

At this point, the audience was urging me on. But this was not a battle to be won by me, but by the Holy Spirit using me in this situation. "And where is your missing link, do you think that maybe people act like animals today because maybe they believe they came from ooze? Or maybe when people come to Christ we try to act like Jesus because we then know our true origin? We try to please God, rather than arguing against Him. And do you know of any religion, other than being a Christian, where God reaches down to people, instead of making them come to Him? Did you know we love Him, because He loved us first?"

And at that point, lunch was over, but my debater friend told me, "you know Mike, I have hundreds of questions for you." And even more interesting, I found that some in the room were Christians, that he had bullied. Only when God changed my heart not to win an argument, but to win a soul, did the conversation and the tone change.

Engage a Mormon or JW lately? Leave frustrated? Read 2John, don't debate them, for just by engaging them, you have lost. Show love, you have it, they don't. God knows that, and even tells don't even say "God bless you," to such a so-called brother. Your job, like Jonah's, is simply to take the message. It is up to the Holy Spirit to change a heart, just like He did yours. Spiritual battles are fought on spiritual planes, and only God can do that. So let Him.

I was unprepared that time at lunch, God gave me the words. Take my advice, and try the following. Mike's rule #1. Never argue with an idiot, because you will never win. Show love instead. And-preach the word daily, and when needed use words. The world is always watching, but not always listening.

Are you? By your fruit, you will be known. And sometimes it just starts by throwing a seed, or watering one someone else planted. But God provides the growth.

Only in Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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rule #4 or Goldilocks and the three cars

As you go through life, certain truths become self evident, while some take longer to cultivate. And then there are the others that you stumble upon by sheer repititveness, and then finally the truth. Rule #4 has been cultivated over many years, starting when I was in the automotive business. It is not a hard and fast rule, but has proven itself to be true and reliable time and time again. You may not agree, but then again it's not your rule.

Rule #4-you can tell a lot about a person's life and its condition by the condition of the interior of his car.

As a service advisor, over the years you see many things, some you want and some you wish you hadn't. And this rule reflects it. Example one-if soccer mom comes in with hamburger wrappers on the floor, one or more cell phone charging devices, and mail stuck in the console, she is out of control. And so are her kids, and probably her marriage as well. She has no sense of timing, although she does understand always being late, and rather than talk to her kids, puts a DVD screen in front of them. Then wonders why they act like they do, or more accurately like she does. Why does Billy struggle at school? He's just like mom! Why is little Lulu 30 pounds overweight? Too many meals at the drive thru. And why are the late fees piling up? I have never known of a mailman to deliver to a car, so the mail had to get misplaced in your console by someone.

Oh, and the car? I change the oil every time the low oil light comes on. And I wash it when you do, when it is serviced. Life and car-outta control! And she and her husband wonder why their lives are such a mess?

I also have had men whose car is immaculate. Don't even think of eating or drinking in it. It gets washed weekly, and detailed monthly. Talks using Blu tooth, and even has a little note pad to take notes on. His kids don't like riding in his car, too many rules. And aren't allowed by it in the garage. He understands taking care of his car, and it and his life are very orderly. No room for flexibility, or even an occasional change in plans. He needs to consult his Daily Planner to see where and when he is supposed to be, and would like to conduct a pat down of his wife or friends before they ride with him. What he doesn't realize, is like his wife the pig, they are both outta control. One buried in rules, one buried without. The common denominator is that no family trips in the car are planned for the near future-or ever!

And then there is the guy, whose car is a coupe, or a two door in a world of mini vans. Who has just enough seats in his car to take his entire family should an emergency arise, but not enough to transport the soccer team to practice. Let others have the interior destroyed by the team, and let them use their gas. I enjoy my car,and I take care of it. It gets serviced, before things have to get repaired, and it shows it is cared for-but also shows signs of life. Not perfect, but lived with, and his wife is ok driving it. Just beware of her friends, who may be example number one. We don't eat in the car, but then we don't pee in other's pool, or swim in their toilet either. Common sense, and respect dictate this life, and it shows. And the other two examples think he is nuts. What he is, is normal. His kids respect the car, may even help keep it clean, and it shows in their schoolwork, choice of friends, and their attitude to life.

Does you own your car, or does it own you? Many things in life influence our decisions. Just like a pecking order in cars, bigger is better, and most expensive means we've arrived, their is a pecking order in life. And some buy into it early, and some inherit it. But few escape its trap. In our society, it is see and be seen. yes, I own a Mercedes Benz, only don't tell anyone it is 15 years old, with fast food wrappers on the dash. Or yes I own a Corvette, but won't drive it because it might get hit-or stolen. And because of perceptions, both don't enjoy their cars, but live in an allusion to others.

The Bible tells us to be happy in each situation. Not to enjoy the pain, but to look to the cross and watch as God guides you through it. Don't let the situation dictate your life, let your life dictate the situation, when led by the spirit. You see He looks at your heart, and sees the pain between the lost bills and the burger wrappers. He overlooks the mustard on the seats, and sees the confusion that got it there. He overlooks your over organized life, and loneliness of your perfect interior. He wants to ride with you, but you won't let Him. You only see someone religious laws, and not the God of the universe who loves you, and wants to see you succeed-successfully!

But you must let Him. Your choice. You must let God be God, or else you are-and that is never a good thing. Let God lead, and then you follow. Let Him into your car/life, and watch as the clutter disappears, and peace takes its place. Watch as loneliness and rules fade away, as you become a person who can love and forgive. And normal becomes letting Him into ever aspect of your life. And in all situations you find yourself thanking Him more and more.

You may think we aren't looking but we are. And so is God, who sees all. Seek Him today, and let Jesus be the answer to all your car problems, and life problems, too. Rule #4. Let Jesus rule in your heart, and watch as all the other rules fade away, and enjoy the freedom of knowing a loving, living God.

And I anticipate many mini vans seeing the light of day at the car wash this afternoon. We notice change in all aspects of your life. And wish to rejoice with you. And now may even consider riding with you! And He doesn't mean on your dash!

love with compassion,

Mike

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cheaper by the dozen, I think

Are you old enough to remember going into McDonalds and asking for a Coke with no ice? Remember how the pimply faced kid would always put in too much ice, forcing you to buy another, or upsize? And then self serve came along, you put in your own ice, and surveys found out something interesting. When you added your own ice, you put in more than the pimply faced kid did. And did it at your desire, and supplied the labor to do it. But we did get to go back again for refills, but there again surveys show many don't. But what I'll bet you didn't know is that McDonalds used what was referred to in the industry as a cheater cup. When the three popular sizes were 12, 16, and 24 ounce-compared to the 20, 32, and 44 ounce of today, McDonalds used a 10, 14, and 22 ounce cup. In essence delivering two ounces less per drink, but at the same price as their competitors. No big deal you say. Consider this, the billions of ounces of Coke sold each year by Sir Mickey D, and do the math. We could live very well of the profit made from skimming those two ounces off. Consider that as you fill your cup next time. Depending upon which side of the counter you are on, they are either crooks, or shrewd businessmen. You can decide.

In a land where large has become the new small, and never buy a medium, they are the most expensive per ounce, we are overwhelmed by what things cost. Gas costs more than milk per gallon. And more than Coke. We have been introduced to the warehouse pricing, and also warehouse sized packaging. Look at the signs in the store, they all share a common denominator of price per pound, ounce, or per serving. So you can compare, see if you are getting a deal. And beware, 10 cents each or 2 for a quarter deals are right there, advertised right in front of your eyes, and as you figure 2 for a quarter is a better deal, I watch-so don't laugh-I may be watching you load up on such a deal. I know, you'll make up the loss in volume.

Imagine if they sold motorcycles by the pound? I can't believe Harley hasn't come up with this one-yet. Take an average Harley at about $18,000, that weighs 900 pounds. Numbers are for my benefit, may not be accurate. You have a motorcycle that costs $20 per pound. Now compare that to a GSXR-1000, which weighs 450 pounds, and costs $12,000. It costs over $26 per pound. You are paying more for per pound, and or are you paying for weight you didn't get? Is that a good deal? It is if you are selling Harleys! Cheaper per pound. They can advertise them like they do meat-save over $6 per pound by buying a Harley. And you thought they were all expensive and overpriced. Supersized already. Can I have fries with that?

How about a new CRF450 Honda, at $9000. Weighs about 250 pounds. $36 per pound. It costs more per pound to ride in the dirt. You could be saving $16 per pound by riding a Harley. Almost enough to buy a new Sportster, at about $18 per pound. They'll finance the rest.

There are many good deals out there, or what appear to be good deals. Don't brag too loud about the deal you got on your house, over 30 years no matter the interest rate, you bought it three times. Financing the Harley, or Honda-you paid about $1.20 per each dollar financed, more if over a longer time. You see there are many hidden costs involved in what we pay for things. Just 2 ounces per a drink, no big deal. $6 per pound savings on a Harley, ok, that sounds like a big deal. But sadly, many are offered so called religious deals that sound good, but won't get them to God. Cults love this ploy, and many times their claims sound true. Remember this-ALL lies are based on truth, and just as Harleys per pound sound cheaper, the bottom line is what you get-what you actually paid for. There are not many roads to God, He made it simple so we could choose the right one. Via Jesus. No Jesus and being baptized. No Jesus and good works. No Jesus and paying tithes. No Jesus and joining a church. No memberships to renew. Just Jesus. And even on a pound per pound basis, still the best deal around.

But why pass up the best deal there is? Salvation is free-a gift, you don't owe anything. It was paid at the cross. No meditation, no drugs, no classes, and nothing to buy. Save your money, for important things like motorcycles. Don't fall for the fake pitch-there is only one way to God-that is His son, Jesus. No religion or denominational differences, they aren't found in the Bible. So go with the winner-Jesus.

Jesus Christ-His deal is already supersized. There are no lines, no coupons, and no specials. No 2 for 1 deals. Just you and Him.

Too good to be true. Maybe. That same Harley, when sold on a horsepower basis, costs over $31 per horsepower. The GSXR, about $7 per horsepower. I don't think we'll be seeing that advertised at any Harley dealers anytime soon. Beware of claims that sound like a good deal, but aren't.

Jesus Christ is the real deal. The choice is yours, the time is now. Saying yes can actually be simpler than buying a new bike. And ask yourself, did you really want a warm Coke on a hot day?

love with compassion,

Mike

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