fernweh tonight

Growing up I spent a lot of time playing with my friends in their rooms. Many times I would go to their house, and then they would come to mine. But over the years there were many times we got together, but we would never get together, and I actually had never been to their houses at all. My trips had been via TV, as these friends of mine were TV shows. Over the years it is possible I spent more times at the Cleavers at 211 Pine St. in Mayfield, after they moved from Grant Ave. than with Bruce and Barry. I grimaced when Wally had dating problems, and when Beaver was unjustly accused. I also found nourishment many times with milk and cookies after school-and despite the warnings, never once ruined my dinner! And I secretly wanted to ride in Lumpy's '40 Ford with the Smitty's, do you think maybe a gear head wrote that car into the show? And didn't we all have a best friend like Eddie?

I spent many hours listening to Andy and Barney discuss life's problems over a haircut and a shave at Floyd's Barber Shop, taking the advice to heart. I can still smell Aunt Bea's apple pies! And never miss a chance to see Goober imitate Cary Grant. SHAZAM! I watched with awe as Steve Douglas switched from Chevies to Pontiacs, but still preferred Mike's jalopy over Steve's Safari wagons. And who growing up didn't want a dinner table where the Lazy Susan in the center of it brought ketchup and pickles to you instead of waiting for it to be passed. And again Bub cooked them food, made the lunches, and gave them great advice, all the time barking and bellowing at them-in love. And again cookies and cake when they got home-no wonder you hung out at their house! What a sad day when they left Bryant Park for North Hollywood! And even able to take one young Ernie Thompson with them after Mike married Sally-if for nothing else to keep the name of the show honest!

And through the years I learned to dodge ottomans while at the Petrey's, what a cement pond is when at the Clampett's, and got pre feng shei lesson from Morticia Addams on decorating, and still wish I had an alarm for the mail like they did. And a butler-"YOU RANG?" And how cool were your parents, would they have let Uncle Fester ride his motorcycle in the house? Yes, they were a bit strange, but compare their 45 year old family values to those of today-they had all the integrity of Ward and June-just the Frumps instilled the family values a bit differently than the Bronsons! Ward-do something! But the incredible thing is that I spent all the time in these homes, without ever going to them. My entire time with them was spent in a place that I did not, and could not go, for one simple reason-they didn't exist! And neither did the people! But even knowing that, I still have desire to visit someday. Is it just me? Has reality finally rung at my door?

Lately after such visits I have a desire for "fernweh," a German word with no direct English interpretation. Fernweh refers to a longing for, and a need to return to somewhere that you have never been before. Déjà without the view. And whether it be visiting old friends you never met, or planning your next trip, I often feel the need to go places that are familiar for the first time. Once again for the very first time. And although there is no direct English word for fernweh, I believe it speaks of a destination unique to Christians. It speaks of heaven-the true home and final destination of those who believe in Jesus Christ when we die. It speaks of a place that cannot be described, for eye has not seen it, ear has not heard it, and mind cannot imagine it! It was seen briefly by Paul, and it was so beautiful he had no words for it! FERNWEH! And the desire to go there increases every day! My true home, and one where the Lord has been preparing a place for me for years!

Finally I may get the bathroom off my bedroom like Wally and the Beav. I may get a Lazy Susan and not have to wait for the ketchup while others hog it. I will have my own cement pond-heated, to swim in, and it will be decorated by a loving God, in a way even the Addams' would be impressed with. It will be within walking distance to Arnold's and be even more modern and impressive than the Flintstones-the "modern" stone age family, and even beyond what the Jetsons could imagine. Now that's cool! I will have all the fine neighbors of the Taylors, and a simplicity of Hooterville. I can smell some of Kate's pies baking at the Shady Rest now. And it will have rest, for all stress from life will be gone, and we will have one very important neighbor-the Holy Spirit! He will be there and in the presence of Jesus and His Father, we will finally be face to face with a Triune God-all at once! Something to consider about your after work or school activities today!

It is your choice where to spend today. And also your choice where to spend eternity. With God-FERNWEH, or without Him-HELL! If you don't have the longing for God-ask. If you do, choose Him, that is the Holy Spirit encouraging you. Because of the wonder of TV we have friends and places that we know but have never been. But thanks to Jesus we also have a place to go we have never been, but have only heard about. Make sure you are in the Book of Life by accepting Jesus today. And then encourage your friends to make the trip too. Better than the best script, and joy unspeakable! Better than June's cookies or a pie of Aunt Bea's. More fun than Pugsley's octopus, and more cool than Lumpy's '40 Ford. Now that's cool! Neater than an afternoon at the Douglas's listening to Bub expound on life, and more love and compassion than all of them combined! All rolled into one place-just for you! Where the cookies are always warm, the milk always cold, and you never spoil your dinner! We'll call it home!

If you aren't sure, ask Bud, Kitten, or Princess. They'll tell you, "Father Knows Best!" And like Gomer says, "best of luck to you and yours."

FERNWEH tonight!

love with compassion,

Mike

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you'll wonder where the yellow went...

I learned yesterday that courtesy can be an important safety factor. As in letting a woman go first, and in this case giving her a wide berth to do it in. While leaving Staples, and waiting for traffic to pass so I could walk to my bike on the w-i-d-e crosswalk provided, I noticed a young mom pushing a carriage. Not just any carriage, but one of those double wide versions, with the big bicycle tires on it. Not unusual, but it only had one kid in it, who appeared to be somewhere between 3 years and Jr. High, who didn't quite fit in the seat. But piled next to him in the other seat, were blankets, a diaper bag, some water bottles, and attached to the side was another bag hanging off that appeared to be full. And it took all she could to push this thing, which reminded me of how we used to have to push a '68 Mercury we had when the battery would die. No wonder she appeared tired, and I had to look away, I didn't want to say hi to her and make her talk in between gasping for air. All this for a trip to Staples. I really must have underestimated you office supply shoppers!

Years ago when on a trip to Canada, I rode with a man who found the need to bring additional parts and supplies with him. Two quarts of Harley oil, in case they didn't have it across the border, a huge security chain-we crossed the northern border, not the southern one, and various tire repair, emergency flares, and first aid parts. At least he had loaded the bags evenly, as they both were bulging from the bottom under the weight, and had purchased a huge duffle bag to carry his things for the trip. Christopher and I had a tank bag and a back pack-with his toys in it. I still don't get it.

One time in my early stages of MMD, Mulitple Motorcycle Disorder, the Sprint RS had sat for a few months and the battery was low. Refusing to start after a gas stop, David offered to jump start me with his Gold Wing. Which had a tow rope, security chains, tire repair kits-tube and tubeless, jumper cables, a blanket, flares, and gloves and overalls so as to not get dirty. I've seen tow trucks that weren't as equipped, and all this on a motorcycle! And this was his everyday standard equipment! No wonder they pull trailers-filled with cases of bottled water, tents, sleeping bags, and various farm implements. Something is wrong here-and I don't think it is me!

Just look at the cars on your street parked on it, and not in their garages, and you see the overflow of stuff we accumulate. Storage Wars is a hot show right now, as when they can't afford to pay the rent, the stuff gets auctioned off, and then re-stored in someone else's garage. Where it finds its way into saddle bags, trailers, and baby carriages. And the cycle-not the motor kind, continues.

I sat next to a man the other day in a Bible study who was obviously into the studying part. As I sat with my Bible open, he opened his Bible case, which was stuffed with the notes they pass out at every service, and they were stuffed in between pages, in the pockets of the cover, and took up almost as much room in the case as his Bible. Something I have seen before. But I couldn't help notice how he had highlighted things in yellow, and as Doug started to teach, he began to highlight even more. Now I thought highlighting was so you could pick out a scripture from among the others-this guy needed to go to highlighters anonymous! On some pages, everything was yellow! At least his coloring was good-with no lines to stay within he had done a very good job. Now I am not against those who study the Bible, but you guys who are highlighting compulsive really must love to color. I was tempted to ask him to find a certain scripture for me, but his mind was somewhere else, so I skipped this chance to find out if he really could find the answers with his system.

Seems we are more compulsive than we think, or will admit too. One person buys a huge carriage, all the moms do. One overfills it, they all do. Sort of a Boy Scout overload project-Be Prepared. But I know that the more stuff you carry, the more you can become overburdened, and pretty soon the stuff controls you-like the girl guiding the carriage. And figuring in the time to load and unload this, a ten minute trip to Staples-where was she going to put anything she bought, turned into a 45 workout! EASY? Not for her!

The world is vying for our attention, and it will use anything and everything to get it. And it only has to get between us and God for a little bit, to throw us off track. To keep us from the full effect and blessing He wants to show us. These things can be subtle, or ingrained in us via TV commercials, or social peer pressure, but anything we put before God is a sin. And can lead us into it. And leave us wondering not only how did we get there-it was only a trip to Staples, but how do I get out of this? Take the time today to shed yourself of some baggage. As you lighten your load, you leave more room for God. Travel light like the apostles did, based on what Jesus told them to take. No money, a change of clothes, no food, and He would take care of the arrangements. And He still does today. How many things do we really need that serve no purpose? How many things do we carry that we can get as needed along the way? Do motorcycles really need to pull a trailer? And how much highlighting is too much? When do we start to underline the highlights?

Live life simply-like the gospel. If you cannot explain something simply, you obviously don't understand it. Stop trying to keep up with the Jones, and start hanging with Jesus. He walks with you, supplies all your needs, and His words are already in red, or orange in some highlighted versions. Keep the simple things simple, and the main thing the main thing. JESUS! Don't let Him get lost in the backpack or saddlebags of life. And if you must-at least put Him on top, where you can reach Him in a hurry!

A simple tip on packing, and baggage-and how to handle it in life, rather than it handling you! Just the highlights...if you please...

love with compassion,

Mike

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the failure of success

It is a rare event when someone sets out to be a failure. Even mediocrity is considered failure in our society, so what truly is the meaning of success? Selling millions of records? Filling stadiums for concerts? Having your own amusement park? How about the best table at Arby's? You see success can mean many things to many people, but it also comes with a price, a price that may not show up at the time of initial success, but invariably will show up someday. A bill that comes due, and it never comes at the right time.

Did you know that Michael Jackson died over $400 million in debt? That his personal spending habits were some $30 million per year? But in death, his estate is now worth over $1 billion? Where are the MBA courses on that? Where is the work hard, amass millions, and then die for others to enjoy them course? Did you know that Whitney Houston sold over 170,000,000 million albums and singles, and at one time was worth $100 million, but died in debt? And as the mourners and the fans lined up to say good bye, to worship them one more time, what kind of example did they leave to them? Is that the encore performance you desire? Why would we want to be like them? If money buys happiness, why were they hooked on prescription drugs? Why is everyone who came in contact with them now enduring their life being compromised, along with their values? Is this entertainment? Maybe if they had only charged another $5 per CD, or another $100 per show they would have been happy-or at least happier! Sadly it takes no financial talents to make money, but to keep it and not lose it does. Yet the King of Pop, and St. Whitney went to the grave miserable, in debt, and leaving a legacy for others not to follow. Not a new story, for drugs and death are not new to fame and fortune-it just will never happen to me. Money with no values=nothing. And when you die, you leave the same amount as the poor man-everything! Even the Kardashians can't keep up with that.

I watched as they interviewed a lineman in the NFL. The football entertainment league. He was paid millions to tackle people, obviously a talent lost on many others, and when asked how he felt about $5/gallon gas, said he thought it was a great deal. The guy that filled his Land Rover now was charging him $50! Maybe this is why so many after leaving professional sports, or are one hit wonders go on to being broke. The exception to the rule is Wayne Rogers, aka Trapper John on M*A*S*H. He quit the show because it was costing him money, he is an investor and one of the richest men in Hollywood-notice he is not in show business anymore. If only Michael or Whitney had talked to him first. But would they have listened?

Ecclesiastes was written by Solomon, the smartest man who ever lived. When God asked him what he wanted, he said wisdom. And it showed-when he used it. But Ecclesiastes is written when he wasn't walking with God, and shows how empty a life with riches but no Jesus really is. Sex is good-how about 700 wives, and 300 concubines? Fame-how about parks, memorials, and buildings named after you? You think South fork was big, his ranch was a nation unto itself. And like Michael, Whitney, and so many others, when he died he left it behind-for others to enjoy. To some who did nothing to earn it, but now enjoy the benefits of their life, and their death. And you need to ask yourself-what are you working for? What will you leave behind? What is the legacy I am leaving my kids? What did I teach them about values? Or was it valuables?

The rich man never has enough-which is why Trump and Buffett continue to wheel and deal past their retirement ages? What can they personally need that they don't already have? Will one more monument bring success? What happens when something, or someone is their God, and it isn't Jesus? Maybe that is why God tells us blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. A new heaven and a new earth-coming soon courtesy of God. Where there is no pain, suffering, day trading, record deals, monuments, managers, drugs, or anything else between us and God. Just like He wants now, as stated in the Lord's prayer-"on earth as it is heaven." Can we say that now-God, your will be done? Thy kingdom come? On earth, just like in heaven? Why did the apostles ask Jesus how to pray, rather than how to make money? How to build a business? How to organize a book tour? How do we do a telethon to raise money? And you thought it was safe within the church-sadly the church invited the world in-shut the doors, and won't let it out!

Turn to Jesus today. Tomorrow is promised to no man, or woman. Michael didn't wake up and say "I think I'll die today." Whitney wasn't looking forward to death. So let me ask you, do you trust God enough that you are? Is heaven calling, and you can't wait to go? Or are you looking for that one last deal, last meeting, last new car, or job promotion before dying? What you leave behind will tell us more about the values you had while alive. Let the only debt you leave behind the legacy of who Jesus Christ is in your life. The most valuable thing you can pass onto your friends and fans.

My God is alive, and well, and resurrected! Is yours?

love with compassion,

Mike

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A-bombs, ax handles, and the Holy Spirit

When having the engine rebuilt last week on the RMZ450, we had to wait an additional week because of the wrong part. And since it was internal, no work could begin until this part arrived. Not the most expensive, and not even part of the original repair, but a part that should be replaced so that it won't fail soon after the rebuild. And again I am reminded of how the small things, though small in stature, can affect the outcome of a bigger event. And how starting from the inside out is how you rebuild a motor-the very heart of a motorcycle.

War of the Worlds-the 1953 version, was on last night. One of my favorites, great special effects, and a great Gene Barry who played Dr. Clayton Forrester-sound familiar all you Mystery Science Theatre 3000 fans? Great scenes of LA over 60 years ago, and a reflection of core values found not too long ago. With the ending even taking place in a church, where get this-they are praying! To God! Even worshipping Him in the midst of a crisis! All from a movie made in Hollywood! Pinch me-am I dreaming? But like all science fiction, and all lies, the story is based on fact, then massaged for its own use, today we call it "putting a spin on it," but that is the beauty of fiction, it doesn't have to play by the rules. And so we see the Army bombing in close range, and even an A bomb set off that has no effect. Well almost, at least not on the Martians, note-we never know where they are from. And as they attack all earthly beings, no weapon is found that can destroy them. Except one little scene, where Forrester and the femme fatale are hiding in a farm house. When the long antennae enters the house investigating, Dr. Forrester beats the glass lens with a broom handle, rendering the Martian vehicle useless. Too bad they just didn't arm the villagers with ax handles like they did in Frankenstein, but that's another story. Once again the simplest of things would end up destroying the over technological alien invaders. Ever wonder what will happen when the lights go out?

But in the movie, after praying, and the people having no place to turn but God, the aliens begin to die. The people have given it all over to God, and then He intervenes. It seems the Martians cannot handle the bacteria in our atmosphere, and they die of an air type pollution. And we are reminded of how the simple things of God can overpower and outwit the largest of enemies. I just find it ironic how the Martians die of smog, in LA! Maybe a political message? How did Al Gore miss that one?

But once again God, rescues us after praying, in His way. A true life experience brought to life via the Martians. And like rebuilding the engine, it starts from the inside out. A regeneration that the enemy is ill suited for, and when we get saved we have the ultimate warrior fighting for us-GOD! And in Romans 12 it tells us to no longer conform to the things of the world, but to renew our minds. And again, like renewing the engine, it starts from the inside. Just the opposite of what the world tells us. Look good, be skinny, be buff, a $100 hair cut, and $200 jeans are what it takes. Putting manure in a clean bucket, as if the manure will somehow change because of its package. But the truth is Jesus Christ changes lives, from the inside out. Look at things from God's perspective, not your own selfish desires. Seek ye first, the kingdom of God. Lean not on your own ideas or experience. Obey God and watch for the victory! It may be a tough fight, but God has a perfect record-He never loses! Can you say the same?

And then after the trial, don't forget Him. Too often after a tough battle we stumble again, not letting God continue to be God. Remember in all situations that God's wisdom is always more powerful than any weapons used against you. But good advice, Godly advice only works if taken. And the simplest of ways can be the most effective. Simple because we are, not because of God's endless defense budget. Simple so that we can get it, by faith, then do it. More precisely, let God do it! And if it works in movies, imagine how it can impact real life! Without a script, but God Himself to follow?

And a note to the military, if attacked by Martians, arm yourselves with ax handles and broomsticks. Worked against Frankenstein, and is the only battle won by the humans against the Martians. Think of the savings to the Defense Department. But keep it simple, or else we might end up having $10,000 ax handles. Built to a spec. With electronic sensors, and laser accuracy. Maybe even a right and left handed version so the minorities aren't affected. Sound familiar? I'd rather follow God, for like the movie reminds us, it is the simplest things of God that overcame the enemy. It will still take someone to swing it-the simplest things of God-us.

Renew your mind today in Jesus Christ. Rebuilding your heart-from the inside out. Not by might-no bombs or ax handles, not by power-no great Armies needed, but by His spirit-which may be unseen, but is so large that we can't see it! The things which are seen are temporal, the things not seen are eternal. From the scriptures, via Hollywood, courtesy of the Martians. Not of this World!

love with compassion,

Mike

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being like everyone else, only different

There is a group within our motorcycling community that unless you know them, are almost completely invisible. Within this group they are up to date on the latest models, know the latest trends, and can tell you who is the fastest and where the best deals are. They can tell you the difference between a stock and an "R" model, what colors are new for 2012, and what the best tires are for touring. They can tell you where the most popular bike nights are, where the trendy people are touring this year, and what roads are the best motorcycle roads. And they may be standing next to you in a bike shop, and you never know it. And they know all these things, yet have never thrown a leg over a motorcycle or even ridden a mile. They are known as a group as "aspiring motorcyclists," people who have never ridden, and many who may never ride-they just love the sport. They digest all the info they can, and know more than many who do ride-just never have had the experience to match it. All based on here say, magazines, and listening to those who do ride. They have smelled the aroma of the steak, and heard the sizzle-just never sat down to eat one.

Included within this group is a subgroup which does ride-they just have never gone anywhere. I find them more in clubs, on older bikes, and are always willing to join in when talking about having been somewhere. But when asked "when were you there?" they always reply they never have, just read about it, or have been listening to someone who has been. And at first I thought how neat that the next generation of riders is so informed, except they never became riders. And many who aren't, think they are, and believe what they say because they say it with such authority. Now I find I am rather disgusted with them. They have no intention of riding, but want to share in your blessings by hanging out and getting part of the overflow. Buzz words to listen for are "My new bike was bike of the year," over 20 years ago. "I am saving, and when I get enough the Kawasuzsonda is my next ride." Only they never get enough money, the dream is always just out of reach. But the dead give away is "My wife won't let me have a motorcycle." And sadly these gelded men go through life, married to a nag who controls all their life activities. And along with their desire to ride, also has emasculated them in other dreams. And as they look back, they can only comment on how things might have been-not how they should have been. A life without any life in it, a life without motorcycles. Never knowing the freedom-only having read about it. More aspiration than perspiration-never seeing the nation. Only frustration.

Pseudo-knowledge, not facts. I think we all know people like that, and we soon grow tired of them, and avoid them. Perhaps that is why a full face helmet is so effective-it drowns out the noise. But what do you do when you encounter aspiring Christians? You know those that claim to know all about the Bible, and comment on it-they know all about Jesus-they just don't know Him! It seems they always have the loudest mouths, the most opinions, yet they have never stepped foot inside a church. "Too many hypocrites," they say. Never seeing themselves less than perfect. Ready at any time to dispute the deity of Jesus
Christ, remind you He really wasn't born on Christmas Day, and how bad the church is. Confusing the church-people, for a God that they know about, but yet have never met. Opinionated, just neglecting the truth. And like the aspiring rider, only leave a trail of disappointment for others to follow in. And leaving a wake they never see, for they don't care about people, don't care about God, but only wish to elevate themselves to a status where they are admired. Self condemned, they have heard the truth-just never let it set them free. A slave to religion, and a slave to self-and it doesn't have to be this way.

1John tells us to test the spirit. Works on riders too. I can throw in key places I've been to expose their lies. Also works in testing a so-called Christian brother. Ask them about the deity of Jesus. If He is only a great teacher and prophet-but not God, reject them and expose them for the apostate person they are. Avoid them, and like 2John says "do not even tell them God Bless You!" And don't let them in your house-or church. They only seek to destroy-a little leaven, sin, soon goes through the whole loaf. Pray for them, but let God handle them-it is not your job to change their heart. They are the ones leaving the fresh scratch in your new tank-don't let them leave marks on your life, too.

"Aspiring riders" have been around for years. Do not be afraid to ask them qualifying questions. Because you see there are also some within the group truly looking, who may have been hurt by some because they aren't religious, or don't have anyone to ride with. Be sensitive to the spirit! For you once were lost, or only riding in a car. Introduce them to the freedom of motorcycling! Introduce them to the freedom of Jesus Christ! And watch as God changes their life and yours. For love is not fully expressed until it is shared. And no matter the age-8 to 80, you never forget your first motorcycle ride!

A whole new generation of believers is waiting. Be among those that introduce them to the truth. And don't be afraid to expose those who only aspire, but have no desire. We call it life, and it is for the living. Given by a man who died, and then rose again. Just like He said. Don't take other people's word for it-ask Him direct!

And if you really want to ride, but a good helmet first. Protect the brain you have, then use it! You should be riding! You will never know the life you are missing if you don't take the first ride. Aspire that one!

Heresy or here say-find out for yourself! I'm going riding!

love with compassion,

Mike

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if only they had asked

Saturday was not a good day to watch TV unless you were interested in St. Whitney. After going through all 200 channels twice, she dominated even channels I thought would be exempt. So desperate to watch something of real value, I found car med TV, an infomercial. Now I hate commercials, so I really hate infomercials. Take some lousy actors, have them pitch a questionable product, get a fake audience nodding and smiling, and you have an infomercial. But this one was so bad I had to watch the first few minutes-like trying to turn away from a train wreck. You just have to watch.

They were advertising a plug-in scanner, advertised as just like the ones the techs at the dealerships use. WRONG! When your check engine light comes on, plug this in, it tells you the problem and you fix it. Just like that. Except Santa Claus is more real. Take for instance a code P1500, major evap leak. Usually a loose gas cap. Would you trust Mr. or Mrs. Scanner to fix your car when they can't even tighten a gas cap? How about a P100? Misfire. What cylinder is it? Do you know how many cylinders you have? Which one is #1? Is it a coil, coil pac, bad wire, bad plug, or did you run out of gas-which can cause a misfire? Remembering that it is a poor doctor who has himself for a patient, do you really trust this ad? And you end up at the dealer anyway. Ask yourself-if you were to spend billions of dollars on a product, would you give up all the info on it to just anyone? Would you let a student at hair school do your hair? Both her and the professional both have scissors...

Did you know that most dealership techs go to school 3-4 times a year, and get weekly updates on these items? And that many things are corrected via software updates-not available to the public? Or that sometimes when the updates don't work, the next week we are told to put back an older program because it worked better? So my best advice, is if you use your computer to diagnose your own car-RIGHT CLICK and see if that fixes it. I told that to a geek once, who later called me back, and wanted to know where he hooked up his lap top. While his cell phone was on speaker-just hope he wasn't driving at the time.

So taking bad advice, trusting someone you don't know, when the knowledgeable people are available can be frustrating. And dangerous. And is not a new concept. In the beginning...reads Genesis. Here we see Adam and Eve, created by God in His image, and who walk with Him everyday. Along comes a snake, Eve falls for his convoluted lie, and rather than even asking God, who she knew personally, believes the lie. And here we are today. If only she had asked God, instead of believing the devil, or even asked Adam, the results would be different. And so it continues today, not only on cars, but on TV, in books, college courses, and everyday life. We are trained to trust anyone or anything but God. And then suffer the consequences. Pastor Chuck offered some good advice in this. "Never turn away from that which you know to be true to that which you don't." Simple enough.

Now if only I can get a producer, and a product, I can do an infomercial. The product is here, the gospel, the author is here-God. I know, $29.95, and you can scan yourself. A self examination of your problem. Yeah, we're all honest, that's what got us into the problem in the first place. Throw in some pictures, test questions-hey we may have a best seller here! Does it come in colors? Can I use it while on my cell, while driving? Which celebrity will endorse it? Well...once again why pay for something that God offers for free? It is called salvation. Available only from Jesus. No new editions, just the only one that works. Direct from the creator, and no shipping or handling charges! What a deal! And He goes with me everywhere, and never needs recharging! Better than wi-fi!

You may now return to your all St. Whitney Saturday. It is too late for her-get Jesus while there is still time. Go with the original...Jesus!

Sitting in church is always better than sitting on the side of the road!

love with compassion,

Mike

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when old school was just school

Back before attending school everyday was just a revenue enhancer for the school boards, we actually went to school to learn something. Reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic...as the song went. We were told that to get an education was the way to higher salaries, bigger cars, larger mortgages, and more ulcers-well maybe not the last one. We went to school, and never considered not going. Well at least until high school, and when we had our license we would sneak off to the shore. Or on nice spring days to go riding. But we accepted the fact we were doing wrong, and reluctantly paid the price-until the next temptation came along. And it seems temptation only came in the form of breaking the laws, we would never call it sin-that was for Baptists. No-we were just young, immature, wild, and rode motorcycles. We never thought about tomorrow for today had enough thrills of its own. We didn't look back, but still could look ahead, for the future was bright and shiny like our rides, not dull and worn out like the past. Last years bikes weren't cool, that would take another generation. Longer, lower, and wider was what we wanted in cars. Faster, brighter, and more chrome sold bikes. We were so busy keeping up with the Jones that we never saw the future coming for what it was. And when we got there, the only place we really found security in was the old days. Where did we make the wrong turn? Did we miss an exit?

Each generation is faced with the future, but in recent years has tended to migrate to the past. When I pull up next to a guy on a Ninja, when I'm on my Bonneville, I'm old school. When you attend a car show, and a '40 Ford rumbles by hot rodded out, it's old school. And when someone shows manners and courtesy to another, those are old school rules. Not much hope for the future, we have become a society of Classic Rock, Classic Coke, classic cars, and classic bikes. When really we are classic people, and maybe the last generation to truly have something to look back on. School was never as cool as old school, if only we had known then what we do now. No one looks back to the future.

After riding in LA last weekend, I don't think I ever met anyone who decided to go to the city to ride for the weekend. For the roads. It is always the canyons above Malibu, the twisties above Santa Paula, or getting out into the country. Ride away from not to the urban sprawl. Seems we are all looking for that simpler time, with less hassles, less people, more peace, and better roads. Roads not 6 lanes wide, and still backed up, but roads where we can ride our own ride, and stop and remind each other how much fun we are having, because it reminds us how much fun we used to have. Two lanes-one in each direction, for coming and going. And like the CSN&Y song says, "we've got to get back to the garden..." Not realizing that it was sin that got us here, and that more sin won't get us back.

But the garden still calls to our heart. The country, where there is peace. And as a Christian it don't get more old school than God. For after we sinned, and were forced from the Garden of Eden, generations have been seeking a way to get back. Through drugs, riches, wealth, politics, careers, or even religion-we are all looking for Eden, at least what we perceive it to be. But Jesus tells us that He is the way. In fact He is the door! When God sealed off Eden from man, He put angels there to guard it with swords-and Jesus is the only way in. Heaven is how we refer to it today, and Eden was heaven. No sin, no crime, perfect weather-no rain until the flood, and a presence of God all the time. With only one rule-don't eat from a certain tree, which our ancestors did-and well, here we are. And for 6000 years have wandered outside of the garden wondering how to get back.

Heaven awaits those who believe-no other way, no other payments, or no other works to be performed. Jesus paid it all. The only price that could be paid, He paid. The original old school, the truth. And maybe that is why we still search today-for no one else tells us the truth. Maybe today is the day you stop looking, and realize what you are looking for is only found in Jesus.

There are many good roads, but only one leads to heaven. There are many good ways to live, but only the righteous, those who are right with God will be saved. There are many good philosophies-but only Jesus is the truth, the way, and the life! So here's a choice for you to make, old school-Jesus, or New Age-trying to make it on your own.

Only one way will get us back to the garden. He is God and you aren't. Keep that in mind when you go searching. Looking back old school wasn't old school, but just school. We knew what was expected, then it was our choice what to do. And we are still offered that choice today with Jesus. He doesn't force Himself on anyone, but desires you to return with Him to the garden. A place of peace, where the lion and the lamb get along. No politics-just grace. No competition, because who can do better than God's best? Quiet, solitude, and perfect weather-do I hear any bikers say AMEN to that?

CSN&Y was right-we are looking to get back to the garden. Not a new song, but one Jesus has been singing for 2000 years. Take the time today and look to Him. Look at what old school brings to life, and compare it to what goes on in schools today. No wonder we look back-because outside of Christ we have nothing to look forward to. Not old school-how about just school? No religion, how about just Jesus? And you will find that the garden starts in your heart...and the road you ride on with Jesus brings you closer everyday.

Alice Cooper was right about school being out for summer. So enjoy the ride to an endless vacation...no more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks! No religion, too. Interested? Talk to Jesus, the road ahead never looked so good! See you at the next assembly-in the Garden! Schools out...forever!

love with compassion,

Mike

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pictures courtesy of my friends at BA-Moto.com they should have stayed in school!