who's in your heritage?

Just hear the names of Roberts, Rossi, Nixon, Aldana, and Rainey and you think of motorcycle road racing and its champions. Think McGrath, Johnson, Stewart, and De Coster and you think moto-X champs. Unser, Foyt, and Mears and you know they have all won multiple times at Indy. Ruth, Gehrig, DiMaggio, and Mantle-who else but the NY Yankees. How about Harrison, Harding, and Wilson? Stumped on who they played for-try US Presidents! And how about names like Jan, Brandy, Joy, Theresa, and Penny? Tick...tick...tick...times up. If you guessed those who brought us meals when I was sick this summer, you guessed right. And in my estimation, although serving in obscurity, they are the best of best on any list. Servants who serve, without recognition, but are at the top of their game in the eyes of God. Where do you fit on that list?

While watching yesterday's speech by Benjamin Netanyahu at the over rated United Nations, he spoke of men like King David, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and others. At first I thought he was quoting from the Bible, but it turned out he was talking about Israeli history. He could have easily added the names of Begin, Dayan, and Ben-Gurion and have woken up the ears of the uninitiated, but yet he chose to go back over 3500 years, to those who were responsible for Israel's earliest history. To the beginning. It just happens that these men were written of in the Bible, thus placing them not only a prominent place in history, but in scripture as well. Try to imagine Jacob without Esau, Isaac with Abraham, and Abraham without Sarah, and history turns sour. But figure into that history, Ishmael, and Hagar, his mom. Then mention Abraham, his dad. And you get a better insider's look into the middle east.

When God promised Abraham and Sarah a child, who God told Abraham he would be the father of countless people to come, they had no faith. They were old, and she had never conceived. yet leave it to God to pick those who could not do it on their own. But at Sarah's insistence, Abraham had a child with Hagar, her hand maiden, and then some 13-15 years later, Sarah bore Isaac. Just as God promised. But yet the damage was done. Same dad, yet Ishmael was not the promised one, and had to give up his inheritance. Fast forward some 3500 years and we have the Middle East Crisis, where two brothers who could not get along, has perpetuated to this day. And a reinforcement of God's promises. Yes, the Jews still exist as a people today, even though there nation has been taken from them several times. A good lesson to remember for those who threaten them with extinction-don't mess with His people. And respect His promises, they always come true.

Do you realize that when you accept Christ that you are part of Abraham's legacy? For God tells us that the Gentiles were grafted in when they turn to Jesus, thus even adding many more to Abraham's legacy. But when you deny Jesus you add to a different legacy-those who don't choose God, and are damned for eternity. So choose a legacy that brings life, instead of death and strife. Choose a life with Jesus. For there are names, and then there are names...

Quick-consider the list of friends you associate with. If it doesn't include Jesus, may I suggest you add Him to your list and life today. And don't wait for Yom Kippur like the Jews, who on that day hope their name is written in the Book of Life. Accept Jesus today-for there is no better day to start your own legacy-based on the eternal, loving one. Today is the day-make Jesus the most important part of it. And if Abraham with his sin of disobedience can be listed in the Book of Hebrew's Hall of Faith, imagine what you and I could do! With God's help of course. And a little faith...see. it goes a long way.

love with compassion,

Mike

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when skills disqualify you

After a career in sales, I finally got sick of it. The lies, innuendoes, false promises that so many gave finally got to me. So I quit-trusting God to give me a new career. With one of the things I was unable to shake was the countless sales training seminars I attended. Which later I found out, that the buyers also attended seminars on how to combat us. An evil game, that I promised I would never play again. And I vowed to never use my honed sales techniques in any other job-and I haven't, although I was tempted. I wanted to trust God, not just say I was.

The best negotiating skills I ever learned were after I quit, and attended classes on how to get hired. I really became a skilled negotiator, and could present myself as the right candidate for any job. No matter how qualified I was, or wasn't. The fine tuning I got put anyone at a disadvantage, including me, as I now had to choose from positions offered, instead of just attaining the position. If you would like me to say I always chose right, you won't hear that. But God still respected my poor choices, which always led to better ones-when I listened to Him.

During a church visit, we had to endure this couple being praised by the pastor for teaching classes on what is your gift for ministry. After 30 seconds I wanted to stand up and shout "shut up," for it was the same old pablum I had learned in sales. Where was God, how about the Holy Spirit? And my one question, "could Jesus have done a better job choosing apostles if He had taken their advice?"

It seems He didn't choose the most qualified, but rather He knew men's hearts, and His father's will. He chose fisherman, anarchists, tax collectors, and others to represent what is the most valuable and important message ever to be told-the gospel. And then sent them out with limited training, which they didn't understand, and not even an expense account. They had to trust Him. Working purely commission, they had to trust Jesus, and today we see how right God was. And is. And will be. Qualified doesn't mean called-in fact to God it will disqualify many. Look to Jesus....

While attending UNM I was part of a Friday night fellowship, which this one night John Duffy and I went to together. That night they were studying the gifts of the spirit, and how each person has one. Except John and I, we were at a loss. Which tried others patience. So much for fruit. While the others were all proud of their new gifts, we were perplexed. We had all the qualifications, and also none of the qualifications. And the leader was upset when we left after midnight, without a gift assigned. I was driving John home, when we came upon a horrible accident on University on campus. Police, ambulances, and fire trucks surrounded the scene, and we stopped, not saying a word, but I could tell by John's expression he was already praying. We parked, and walked right through the barricades, past EMT's, and police, and were drawn to a man being loaded into an ambulance. His stomach was distended, and he appeared in shock. But somehow, while being loaded, they stopped, and John and I laid hands on him and prayed. Then they loaded him and took off, sirens and lights flashing. We walked back to the car in silence, but God put on our hearts how He sent us there to pray. And this man would be OK, God had us pray for him. For the man's benefit, but also ours, but mostly God's. To show His love to all of us. Something I cannot put into words, but you just know when you know God. And this was a scenario God has repeated many times in my life, and still does. Our only qualifications were faith and obedience. We trusted God, and then obeyed Him. All without still knowing what our spiritual gift was. I still don't some 30+ years later.

Man plans, and God laughs. And then we repent. Sometimes. Obedience is better than sacrifice, and trusting God is better than any skills. We are saved by grace, and God's strength is made perfect in our weakness. My open heart surgery situation is all about Jesus. No skills, nothing learned, or even absolute faith would carry us through-we had to trust. For it was the only choice available. For who is a better counselor than the mighty counselor? Or who can save better than the savior, Jesus Christ? So why go to anyone else other than the creator for help?

Someday, somehow ,when most needed your skills and knowledge will fail you. God never will. Do you believe that? Do you really trust Him? Today you will have many chances to find out-in the spirit, self control being part of it, you will know. The choice is yours. Don't believe the lies of the the world...when you can have all the riches of heaven in Jesus Christ...

A day came where I was that man being loaded into the ambulance, mine was called life flight. If not for God... my wife would be a widow, my sons fatherless. He saved my life to show them grace. And mine to enjoy life with them, and to tell others. He still has a plan for me, and for you. Trust Him now, for some day you may be on a gurney, and no doctor can save you. Trust the only one who can and wants to... Jesus. For His one skill we can never perfect is love, we can only reflect his. Next time you feel skillful or qualified, I have these 9 inch nails and a cross...Jesus Christ-now that's a qualification I can live with.

love with compassion,

Mike

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saturday morning friends

Maybe Stymie said it best, while rubbing a lamp and making a wish. "I wish there were only two days in the year, Christmas and Saturday!" And I agree, as both were, and still are precious times to me while growing up, and now while recovering after surgery. So let's join Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman at the Way Back machine, and travel back. I see it is set on the early sixties, on a Saturday morning...

Saturday morning TV was our friend growing up. Not only would we watch with excitement, but then go out and replay in our own way the things we had just watched. It would start with Crusader Rabbit, and his comrade Ragland T. Tiger, the T. stood for Larry, he once explained, his father couldn't spell. Many early mornings were spent with them in Galahad Glen. Then it was on to Sky King-out of the clear blue of the western sky. And the first images of Arizona for this Jersey boy. The next ranch was the Broken Wheel, where Joey Newton was raised by Big Jim Newton, after being adopted. But the show was called Fury, after Joey's black stallion, and with his pal Packy always in trouble, Fury was the equine version of Lassie. They don't make horses like that any more. Next was Roy Rogers on Trigger, with Dale Evans on Buttercup, and Pat Brady in his old Jeep, Nellybelle. With all these horses I was never a horse fan, but loved Nellybelle. In between was Andy's Gang, with Andy Devine,who you guessed it, made it as a cowboy. We watched every week as Froggy plunked his magic twanger, and Midnight the Cat chased Little Squeaky the mouse. All good clean fun, and these were all our friends. We talked of them, played like them, and no one slept in on a Saturday morning. So it is with great joy I started watching Roy Rogers again-and I feel young again.

You always knew Roy would make things right, whether it was the gold mine being robbed, or the widow needing food. The bad guys could easily be identified by their looks, and the good guys by the white hats. Their horses always seemed to be cleaner, too. The difference between good and evil to us when we were young, although I was never told that cleanliness is akin to Godliness. But seeing Roy in action again on Trigger, and Bullet chasing him, I can remember the old shows, and also the times, when horse and Jeeps were sharing the trails. When 35 cents bought the blue plate special at Dale's cafe, and the rich guys from the east were always taught a lesson about courtesy and values by the end of the show. City folk always took longer, but were the most generous afterwards. And I always wondered how the city folk ever ended up owning a ranch in the west to start with. But as a kid, these and other things on TV shaped our values, and our dreams.

Well, we're back in the future, thanks Mr. Peabody for the trip, and Saturday morning is different. Violence on a level, that only sells toys to unsuspecting. No message, no Roy and Dale, and no Froggy the Gremlin. And as I channel surf, I cannot find anything to watch. Some Three Stooges sometimes, maybe an old movie, and Roy, but the rest is embarrassing to me, and I wonder, how can parents let their kids watch this junk? Wasn't it Barney Fife who said "the first rule is to obey all rules?" If my parents say it is ok, is it really?

Times have changed, and so have values-thankfully Jesus hasn't. Sin will always be sin to God, and big or small, sin will always be sin. He hates it, and when it gets between us, we change. Do not be deceived, bad company corrupts good morals, we are told. And I still have my morals challenged, but God is still God, never leaving me. He gets me through the tough, and I rejoice with Him after. He shows me how self control is based on the choices I make, and still loves me when I make a bad one. He is good over evil, charity to the poor, and the sheriff rescuing us from the bad guys. He is Sky King, in his plane, the Songbird, rescuing Penny and Clipper from danger. He is Joey on Fury, saving the young kid who wondered off. He is Andy's Gang, singing and spending time with kids. And He is Roy and Dale, making it a better place to live. You see, He works through those who love Him, and the good guys will always win, even if it is the last minute of the show. For God isn't late, but wants us all to come to repentance, and some of us are or were pretty bad hombres.

I still agree with Stymie on his wishes, but I am glad to know that Jesus is with me everyday. That everyday can be Saturday morning, it is up to you to make the right choice. This morning it was going way back-with Jesus we can look way ahead. A hope and a future. Think of how you looked forward to Saturday morning as a kid, and come to Him like one, as He asks. Save Him a seat on the sofa next to you, for there will never be a better time than now, with Jesus.

It's Saturday morning, do you know where your kids are? Aren't you glad Jesus does? Gotta go-the bad guys are coming back on-go gettum Roy!

love with compassion,

Mike

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mission statements-the statement of your mission

Somewhere back in the 80's, someone came up with the idea of mission statements. In these a business would put its core values on paper, usually then framed and mounted so its patrons could see them. They would state for instance, "to be the best service department, to always fix your vehicle right the first time." And created a whole new set of rules-as I learned at Mercedes Benz, we couldn't always fix the cars, so we had to fix the customers. And in an age where the consumer started to rule, we weren't smart enough to recognize the Honda sign meant Honda, or the Chevy sign meant Chevy-we had to make the experience feel good. And even after the third or fourth try, the free details or loaner cars kept them coming back, feeling good about the person they dealt with, but not having the problem remedied. Somehow the old mantra taught by parents of "if you drop it pick it up, open it, close it, and turn it on, then turn it off" didn't apply. Unless you felt good about it. Then it was OK....

To celebrate the 100th anniversary of the US of A, the French sent us the Statue of Liberty. In pieces, to be assembled, by US hands. Which took over three years, and cost as much to assemble as it did to build...not sure if that is a gift, or not. With the hallowed words on it, "give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..." thus establishing our immigration policy via their gift. Which today many use to become legal US citizens, but that many take advantage of, and then aided by a powerless government, enter illegally. Usurping the meaning of the words "we the people..." Where a nation was once conceived in liberty, where all men were thought to be created equal, it has taken too many laws, too many dollars and too much heartache, when all we need to do is go back to the Declaration of Independence, and the Constitution. But a feel good mission statement from the French has opened up the door for what was never meant to be. Maybe we need to revisit our own Mission Statement, or send a gift to the French...with an invoice!

I get many e-mails from different ministries and churches. And if I don't know them, I check out their web site to find out about them. One that I read recently caught my attention, as it went into great detail outlining what they believed, and dealt with social as well as spiritual issues. And after reading it, I felt like because I didn't agree with all of them, that I would not be welcome. They took a pious approach, an I'm better than you, and you need to match up to us approach, just the opposite of many old line religions, who are inviting anyone in to boost their declining numbers, and inviting their sin inside, instead of just the sinner. After reading this church's 18+ beliefs, I was reminded of the law... and how it kills. And how the spirit gives life. I had a postcard once that stated, "don't brag about what a great lover you are, show me!" And I think about how Jesus took all the 600+ laws of Moses, and condensed them into two-love God with all your heart, and love your neighbor as yourself.

And an article by Ray Stedman put it into words I relate to-When religion becomes complex, it is falling away from Christ. Ask yourself, are you bound up within denominational rules, church regulations, and social mores that just add to more religion and less Jesus? Are you trendy and contemporary? Can you explain the gospel, in its simplicity, to a 5 year old? Are you seeking God, and listening to His spirit rather than following trends? Do you have more books about God lining your shelf, from studies, and know all about God-but do you not know Him personally? Can you in 25 words or less, tell us about your life in Jesus?

May I suggest John3:16, you know "for God so loved the world..." for your essay. For when you have the spirit of God, you will bear Godly fruit, and we won't need to know your opinion on each subject, we will know by your fruit that you walk with Jesus. Love, joy, peace. patience, goodness, kindness, meekness, longsuffering, and self control. Do these words describe your walk with Christ, or do you need a church's belief's to outline your walk? Does your life match up to the Mission Statement of John3:16? I know Christians who are Pro-Choice, who drink and smoke, who are divorced, and live in sin-trying to live under laws, only to fail. They have given their lives to Jesus-just never surrendered their lives-He is their savior, just not Lord. And they miss the blessings of God.

Which is where self control comes in-think of it as choice. The choices we make show others the Jesus in us. I choose to not live in sin, just as I choose to accept God's grace and His spirit. Remember God looks for unity in the spirit, not unity within a church or set of laws-it is all about Jesus! We change to be like Him-not the other way around.

So review your relationship with Jesus today, keep it fresh. Spend time at the cross, and don't forget to still pick up your cross to follow Him. You had to put something down to pick it up, make sure you are not still carrying the extra baggage. Make your life a statement with a mission...not just a feel good experience. For love in not an emotion, but a person-Jesus Christ.

love with compassion,

Mike

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let there be light-an ode to Joseph Lucas

Long before Joseph Lucas, reinvented darkness for many a British motorcycle rider, God had said "let there be light." And since He is light, He spoke with great authority. Which sadly poor Joseph L. when trying to improve upon, became known as "the prince of darkness." And why it is rumored that the English drink warm beer-Lucas refrigerators. But God gave us light not only so we could ride at night, but so we can see during the day. Ever notice the light fades when a cloud gets between you and the sun? How many mechanics, after dropping a screw, ask for more darkness, so they can find it? Or how many of us have come to hate the new style light bulbs, that not only cost more, but give less light? And can only be manufactured off-shore, aka not in the US of A. Once again, trying to improve on what God called into being, and the reinforcing the legend of Joseph Lucas.

A few years back, while staying at the cottage next to the Flight 93 Memorial Chapel, Fr. Al called and told us to look at the light beam shining from the chapel. A multi-million dollar beam of light shone into the skies, so bright it gave the illusion of reflecting off the heavens. Impressive, and reverent. But an interesting thing occurred when we tried to photograph it-it doesn't show up on film. Yet we know it is there-where have seen and experienced it. And again, a loving God reminded us of the Holy Spirit-you know He is there, but you can't see Him. He doesn't show up except in the heart of the believer-which you believe by faith. Now I can see why Fr. Al left it on, and was so excited for us to see it!

In yet another instance of light, I have found that the faster you ride, the shorter the beam of your headlight-although I have never tried to outrun it, fear kicks in long before I run out of speed, if I am going 60, or 45, or 80, and the light gets shorter-will I outrun light? At 386,000 feet per second, why at 60 mph or 83 feet per second, does light get shorter? Joseph, do you know? And again, who figured out how fast the twinkling of an eye is? I read that it is 1/240,000 of a second-again the speed of light. Consider that when you think you will still have time to turn to Jesus when you hear the trumpet announcing the rapture. And sound only travels at Mach 1! Is it possible God is trying to tell you something? Who would know light better than He who is light?

So, where I is my walk with God? How do I tell, before others tell me? Think of your shadow, where do you see it? Is it behind you-then the light of God is in front, with you following. Is it in front of you? Then you are ahead of God, His light behind you, it is hard riding into the shadows, or into the dark. But what if there is no shadow at all? Then you are truly immersed in God, for His light surrounds you-and no matter which way you go, you are in the spirit-led by God! That is why we walk with-and He walks with us. Remember Adam, in the garden...it took light, before darkness entered in.

A good reminder when you wish to share Jesus. We are told we are the light of the world-but only when God, again who is light, shines out of us. So let Him shine-keep your high beams down-no need blinding someone who cannot see by barraging them with your lack of control of spiritual knowledge. Let God be that light, and discover with His leading you can see the path, since He is a light to your feet. Too bright-you get reflections. Not enough-darkness. Not abiding in His light-shadows. Close your eyes and think about that a minute. Now open them into the brightness-it takes a few seconds to acclimate, to regain your sight-your words, although well meaning may have that effect on others. God's love won't.

Something to consider next time you can't find something, or drop that part, or can't see where you are going. Put down your flashdark, and follow God's light. You may not see where you are going at first, but once you see where you are, you can follow better, where the light leads. And let Him guide you...out of darkness and into His light.

How will you know...there was a time that only the shadow knows! Better yet-ask God! The source of the light that He is. Is it a coincidence that people notice our bikes more when our headlights are on?

love with compassion,

Mike

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the brotherhood

When I first started riding, I was amazed at how all the other riders waved to me-so I waved back. We didn't know each other, but just the fact that we rode gave us something in common-a brotherhood. It didn't matter what brand, what size, or where we were going, we waved. And generally smiled too-in this age before the Bell Star full face helmet. We were excited to see someone else like us, and it would carry on until we met the next rider. Even cooler was when you would stop and see another bike, you didn't have to search for the rider, somehow we were drawn to each other. One time sticks out in my mind, I was on my new BMW R60/5, when a grizzled old biker came up. I saw his Harley parked on the other side of the lot, and he had come over to see me when he saw mine. He didn't care I didn't ride a Harley, he told me, "man that's the Cadillac, that must be a great ride. How far have you ridden on it?" And as we talked all that mattered was we rode. No politics, brand prejudices, or social prejudices-just motorcycles. Man how some things have changed since 1972! And it still carries on today-to a greater extent.

Last spring when on a trip with Theresa in our truck, she kept joking how I would wave to other bikers-it was a reaction, even though I was "cage" bound. Big surprise, no one waved back. But I still felt connected to them, and like many search me out when stopped, to tell me they ride, although car bound that day, we have motorcycles as our common bond. Anything just adds to the conversation, for us it is all about the bikes. As it should be.

But sadly as our brotherhood grew, BMW people became snobs, as did Harley riders. As did Triumph riders and anything Japanese. We grew within our brands, but not within our brotherhood. And we all suffer for it. I find that us older riders are not as bad, as Spud from Biggs Harley Davidson tells me, "we have a common disease-motorcycles." So if you see this Triumph/Suzuki/ al brand rider walking up to you, I am one of us. and I expect that you are too. If not, I would like to welcome you to the brotherhood. Sport bike rider-I have one. Vintage bike-is 1978 old enough for you young guys? Current model-I ride new bikes for Triumph's press fleet. Plus my Bonneville, and my Tiger-years before Adventure Bikes became desirable. We used to call them dual sports. Now suddenly I'm trendy. I ride-isn't that cool enough?

I have also been a Christian before it was trendy, and before Christians rode motorcycles. And my appearance sometimes surprises church folk, t-shirts and jeans at church? Long hair, and you show up on a motorcycle? You mean you don't? How do you think I feel-I have to put up with you religious types? And in doing so see a side of Jesus you don't-loving those stuck under the law, saved, but not living in the spirit. You see we too have a brotherhood in Christ, that surpasses anything else. But we can learn from bikers and love and respect each other despite our differences. I know, love, and ride with Baptists, Catholics, Lutherans, and with people from Calvary Chapel. And we ride on Triumphs, Harleys, and Hondas. It don't matter. But while we share the commonality of motorcycles, we really share the commonality of Jesus-we are brothers! And I hope it rubs off on the religious types. Next time you feel so holy, remember it was the "holy" Pharisees that had Jesus arrested. His love was too much of their rules. You got rules-I have morals. Man made your rules-God gave me His love and His morals. No I don't want to trade, but I will share. Will you let me love you, and get loved back, and really show the world what Christianity is all about. I will still love you without your permission-respect remains to be earned.

So next time you see a motorcycle, think of me. And then think of Jesus. Who loves us both. We are family. He is both our Lord and Savior. Standing closer than a brother. He understands those who ride, and those who don't. But He understands freedom better than us, with no prejudices. In heaven there will be no denominational neighborhoods-we will all be neighbors. And no brand specific shops either. Now if the Lord's prayer tells us "on earth as it is in heaven," do you think a Harley rider can wave at a Triumph rider? Or a Honda rider? Who might just be a Baptist? Start showing love today for your fellow rider by waving back-or waving first. Don't ride, we'll pray for you. And maybe you can love us back despite the leather and the bugs in our teeth as we smile because of our freedom in Jesus. And maybe, just maybe help me overcome my prejudice against those in suits and ties. No matter what you ride, or how you dress, put Jesus first. And don't forget to say Hi! When we have Jesus in common, we have everything. Now that's brotherhood!

love with compassion,

Mike

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what happens when the season ends

Finally, the day you have waited for all winter has arrived, and the pitchers and catchers arrive at spring training. After a long winter with no baseball, you finally have a new reason to live. And as you go to spring training, you catch up with old friends, and review with each other what you did all winter without baseball in anticipation of the new season. Opening day comes, and you are there-like always, and other season ticket holders renew acquaintances with you-and the season opener begins the long awaited season.

You endure May, June, July, and the dog days of August, hoping some day, some how your team rallies from 15 games out, that would be nice, but it is about the game more. Winning would just be an added bonus. Then it's after Labor Day, and soon the last two weeks of the season are upon you. Season one is almost over, but you are rewarded with a second season, the playoffs, and you are excited, even if your team isn't included. And then you can't believe the World Series is over, and another year has passed. Winter is here...and you look forward to next spring. The season is over.

It is late September, and you start to notice the leaves changing colors, and starting to fall. The riding season is almost over, and you plan on not missing one weekend that remains. Even up early when the temp is below 40, you know that 60 will feel warm soon. And that soon all the honey do's that waited until winter, will now get done-as long as they are inside. With the exception of an Indian summer weekend, or nice day without snow. But the season is over, and soon you drive down to the shop to visit, meeting your friends, somehow different without helmet head and a line of bikes parked outside. It is winter, and you wonder how many years until spring finally arrives.

But each spring, no matter how excited you are, you notice some are missing. Where' Pete? He was always here for spring training? Somehow it won't be opening day with Bill and Patty...and you realize that another season has ended, just as as new one begins. That certain friends who made it worthwhile won't be there...that their season of life has ended. You quit waiting for Gerald to show up at the diner, and you miss his bike parked outside. You start to invite others to sit where he did with you, they ride, and are cool-but it's not the same. Your season of waiting has arrived, but their season never did. Through death, sickness, or inability, they are gone. And it makes an impact on you. You remember them, and miss them, but you start the season without them. Having to make adjustments to the new, knowing the old normal is gone...and wondering, what will the new normal be? How long until my season ends, and they miss me?

God has promised us many things, among them a life rich and abundant in Jesus Christ. He is there for every season, every ride, and every home opener. He knows we won't be, and shows us how valuable each day is, and not to look to tomorrow, but enjoy today. Don't wish for a time when things will be better, enjoy what you have now. For He also promises no man tomorrow, and so many live for that time that never arrives. Clinging to hope, neglecting today, but never seeing the next spring. We know that believers enter heaven-a season that has no end, but those who reject the gospel have an even longer season in hell. But what about those who are left to endure the next season? Who ministers to them, and sees them through?

Jesus also told us to weep with them that weep. It is normal to mourn, yet some don't because of pride, or just because they won't. It isn't cool. Not normal. Their old normal is shattered, and they are depressed, or misled while looking for that new normal. Unwilling to let go of the past, they live an unsure future...and it doesn't have to be that way. I have been that close to death, and when talking with those that lost loved ones, or beat death for now, we have a different view on life. We look for that new normal, and know we can't go back. We have no chance for the past...but in Christ we have a great future, and a great right now. If only we let God lead us. For the same God that gave us baseball and motorcycles, has created other things for our pleasure-number one among them a relationship with Him. Something you can have with your other seasons, but now He may be all you have to cling too. And will be and is everything you need.

Find some time today to do those honey do's. For a time may come when honey isn't. Don't wait until the next ride, explore those new roads today. Eat that meal where you always wanted to. Not tomorrow, or next time-NOW! And find time to call and spend with those families who have lost someone. Or have had a life changing experience, or can't get out. You may be three miracle they need to bring them life. How exciting to be given some surprise tickets. To be treated to dinner. Or to hear the roar of motorcycles parked out front. And find a new normal in your own life that doesn't revolve around you. Include God, and watch as all games this season have a new meaning, and each ride more excitement. Watch as He adds life to your style, and a new and better normal awaits those whose lives have changed. Be involved as God would have you, and "Play ball!" What a better excuse to ride than to brighten someone else's day! It starts with you and Jesus. He has His ticket, and His bike is fueled. Let's ride!

Why be bored or bummed, when a new and exciting normal is calling! Start now...remember that promise about tomorrow? Better yet remember God's promises about today!

love with compassion,

Mike

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