today was tomorrow yesterday

I have never seen the movie, but have heard it alluded to a lot. The Bucket List. People seemed to be inspired by it. It seems now to be quite fashionable to make of list of things to do before you die. And from the titles in Barnes and Nobles, it seems to be catching on. 500 places to go before you die. 200 cheeseburgers to eat before you die. Left turns to make while you still can. And 365 motorcycles to ride before you die. All about us, or so it seems. And you are supposed to fill the bucket with requests, then pull them out until they are all done. Now I have dreams and desires like anyone else, but I find the difference is while some dream, or daydream, I look for ways to get ‘er done. Which is one of the three things that an employer looks for, getting things done. The other two, since you asked are saving the company money, or making it money. They have a list too. So while at Bible study last week, our great teacher, told of how he planned to write his testimony for his girls, so they would know what he was like before he got saved. Fair enough, they had been raised in a Christian home and never saw how he used to be before Christ entered into his life. His testimony was important to him, as he is concerned about the next generation, and many raised in church are unaware or blind to the real world. It is surely a blessing growing up in a Christian home, but doesn’t necessarily prepare you for the real world. You don’t need to get hit by a car to know it hurts, but knowing the after effects may change the way you drive. But my question was, why wait? Or why bother to write it down? How about an evening sharing testimonies, and letting the family know of the past, of where you came from, and any past indiscretions. Keep it Christ centered, without glorifying your past, and empty the bucket. One testimony at a time. Or as Jesus said, don’t cover your light...

A few summers back while visiting with my parents in Jersey, we sat down one evening and got the family histories, some good, some funny, some sad, and much revealing why we are like we are, and why my parents are like they are. And then spent the next afternoon looking at old slides of when I was younger, and growing up. A blessed time for all, as the memories my parents shared were precious. Stories with details, I listened to their testimonies of marriage, having kids, careers, and getting old. Laughing, tears, and lot of joy. I always wondered Uncle Such and Such was never mentioned, now I know. And I also learned of the many sacrifices they made as parents, doing without so their kids did, and saw love from a different perspective. One that made me appreciate them more. Wish I had sooner. And I have shared with my kids about my pre-Jesus days. You see your testimony begins the day you were born, even earlier to God, He knew you before the womb. And it continues on today. But many times we forget that, or neglect that, or wish to hide it. Don’t, but don’t make it the focal point of your testimony.

A simple lesson we learned year ago was the two minute testimony. Most kids kids have a two minute attention span, adults are worse. We don’t listen, but we sure like to talk. So listen first, then reply. More important, and you can pray while listening. Spend one minute sharing your past, all the bad. Then 30 seconds of how you were saved. Then 30 seconds of how Jesus has changed your life. And then answer all the questions they ask. Simple, don’t make it difficult. Sometimes you need to be reminded of where you are by looking back at how far you have come. Which is why I carry my Vacation 2012 pictures, my time in Cardiac Critical Care. I never tire of hearing how good I look, but one look at where I was is the biggest part of my testimony. And a chance to brag on God, which is really our testimony, and who it should be about.

Don’t put off today what you should have done yesterday. Today was tomorrow yesterday. Let your light shine, don’t keep it in a bucket, or under a bucket. Let it shine, a reflection of Jesus Christ and His love. So many roads, so little time. so ride often, and have fun. Enjoy life, for what good is fun if you don’t enjoy it? And with Jesus, you should! As much fun as it was looking at old photos, the real ones are still treasured within the heart. An endless supply of 35mm film. Just waiting for a chance to be shown. Too many make lists, while others are out doing. What is your testimony? I’d love to hear. Get ‘er done, Jesus did.

What movies inspire you? The Wild One, and Easy Rider did it for me. Big surprise, huh? Ride your own testimony, today.

love with compassion,

Mike

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one man's solution to the energy crisis

It’s 1968, and my Dad is filling his VW Bug with Sunoco 190 at 23 cents/gallon. Across from him a blue Corvette is doing the same with Sunoco 260, racing gas at the pump for 32 cents/gallon. And my Dad wonders “how can he afford to spend so much for gas?” It’s 1971, and I got my license, and pull into the Shell station for gas. “Two dollars worth,” I tell the attendant, just like I heard my mother tell them for years. She never let her car go below a half tank, and two dollars always filled it up. It’s 1972, and Sunoco 260 is still 32 cents/gallon for our motorcycles only the best for our hi-performance machines. And then, there is a war in Israel. And because the US of A defends her ally, the Arab nations, aka OPEC raise gas prices to us, and limit the supply. Suddenly we are paying 45-50 cents/gallon, when you can find gas. It is being rationed, and gas shortages are the norm. Odd/even days based on your license plate, and attendants checking to see if you have below a half tank-if above, no gas for you. Big cars sales die, and the Japanese with their econo box cars that no one wanted before, suddenly are desirable. And where 20 mpg was once bragging rights, now they surpass it, albeit with a penalty of performance and comfort. But gas prices rule the day, and two dollars worth has become four dollars worth-twice the cash for the same amount. We may not understand politics, but we understand that. And as I sit today, gas is well over $4/gallon here, with no end in sight, although cars get mileage like my motorcycle used to, and fuel pumps shut off at $100 with your credit card. What would my Dad think, and the last time my mother got gas it was $20 instead of ten. A true energy crisis, no matter how you define it, today it costs more.

And with alternative fuels becoming popular, we now have Hybrids, gas/electric, just like golf carts. Diesels that still have to fuel like the big rigs, and the fuel smells, although the exhaust may not. Some trucks have switched to natural gas, clean burning, but stations few and far between. Propane is high octane, costs less, but is inconvenient. Like waiting inline for gas isn’t. Houses have switched form heating oil to solar, and wind power is available. Alternatives are becoming the norm, or at least would like to be, with cost being the driving factor, then availability. But nothing seems to beat the internal combustion engine, especially as it becomes more efficient, is cost effective, lasts a long time, is rebuildable and an infrastructure in place, anything else is still a project in process. And that may take care of our cars and motorcycles, what do we do for our personal lives? What do we do when we get tired, wasted, and out of fuel? What do we turn to? Years ago God came up with a plan, called SOULAR energy. Feeding our souls all we need, and desire, and taking care of us from the inside out. We still need to refuel from time to time, but with His infrastructure in place, open 24/7, and His always being available, we can refuel and refresh with Him at any time. His love provides energy for the soul, and drives our lives, rather than our lives driving us. No long lines, no out of premium, He is always there when needed, filling us to overflowing. But unlike the fuel running out over my bike’s tank, His just seems to keep me full, the gas needle never moving off empty. Yet many reject Jesus, the source of SOULAR power, trying to find what they need in drugs, jobs, careers, hobbies, racing, and even motorcycles. What has NASCAR even done for you? And they may get an occasional quick fix, and the needle may move off empty, but they are never full. And the range of travel is limited, and soon they are back in line again. Seeking something else because they are empty on the inside, maybe a newer model, or alternative source will provide the answer. And so they sacrifice their lives, incomes, families, and dreams looking for the perfect solution, when Jesus is there all the time. Remember the bell that used to ring when you drove in for gas, Jesus stands at the door knocking, He hears the bell, and answers, but you need to let Him in. “Fill ‘er up sir, with premium?” You see we were designed to run on SOULAR power, and nothing else will have us running as we should. NO matter the fuel booster, there is no substitute for Jesus. And our bodies know that, and so does our mind. Yet we resist Him, why? Would you pay premium prices for regular when racing fuel is available at no cost? Right in you r own neighborhood? Full service long before we had to endure filling ourselves, greeted with a smile and checking your oil, and washing the windshield. Unlike most of our lives, where we check the fuel and fill the oil, when following Him our lives are maintained as they should be. Yes, problems will cross our paths, but He is always there. Tires will get low, and bugs will get on our windshields. Same smile, same outstretched arms. SOULAR remains the answer, proven over 2000 years. Where is your Pinto or Chevette today? Do you even remember them are know what they are?

In a perfect world we would all ride motorcycles. Waving to each other, having fun, taking the long way home, and not texting. We would have room in the garage, more time to ride, and less money spent. Rain suits for rainy days, and leathers for when cold. But we could do it, but it would take a lifestyle change for many. It would mean that helmet head be the new badge of honor, the new trendy hairstyle, and you could do it yourself. Leaving more time to ride. All great reasons for motorcycles to be the perfect mode of transportation. But yet something would be missing, that only SOULAR will provide-Jesus. Stop and consider Him today, you’ve already seen the alternatives, and each one is lacking. Try Jesus, better than religion, and He is not even day specific-open on Sundays. Ready to ride with you whenever, or meet your needs where you are. Free road service for the times you can’t get tot the station. Full service, not only at the pump, but at home, work, and play. Now, what else offers you so much for so little?

In a perfect world, we will all someday rely on SOULAR. Why wait, be a trend setter today. Jesus Christ-God’s answer to the energy crisis. Why walk, when you can ride?

love with compassion,
Mike

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a brotherhood of riders, a brotherhood of saints

Triumph Motorcycles recently celebrated its 110th Anniversary, by coming out with a 110th Anniversary Bonneville, special paint and special price, thanks. For a company that seemed to have gone away for a few years, they never went out of business, but just ceased to do business, it is quite a feat. And looking back at their history and legacy, you might wonder how they managed to make it so far. And you would be right, for numerous bad decisions, engine philosophies, engineering mishaps, and labor disputes almost did the company in. And when England almost succombed to liberal taxing, over bearing unions, and old product that needed serious updating, they were right in the middle of it. I worked with some Englishmen in the 70’s, who used to joke, “would the last person out of London please turn out the lights.” And finally someone did in Meriden, but thankfully John Bloor came along, and today Triumph is building World Class, and class leading motorcycles. All in the space of a generation, they have been reborn, reinventing themselves. And although the lights are out in Meriden, they are shining bright in Hinckley, Leicestire. And so 2012 came and went, with 2013 the 110th Anniversary of the Motor Company. Who almost died their own death before being bought out and taken over by motorcyclists in the early 80’s. Just one generation ago a 110 celebration would have ben a dream, and even the 100 year celebration only a wish and a hope, but this year the loyal can go and pay way too much for paint jobs, badges, more chrome, and adding thousands for Screaming Eagle performance that should have been standard. And they continue to thrive and grow. They know their market.

Back around 1982 a man whose family was steeped in Harley tradition, his father, grandfather, and great grandfather all rode them, was anxious to get his first Glide, he spent his money and was in for a big disappointment. It spent more time in the shop than on the road, or in his own garage. Jokingly he chided he was going to change the registration to the dealer’s address. And finally sold it, blasphemy to his family, and bought another brand, and rode happily ever after. But longed for a Harley, and then one day he made the plunge, and the new Motor Company’s product didn’t disappoint him. And asked at the 100th anniversary about Harley and the history of them, this man made some interesting statements. Ones to consider. His insight via his motorcycling career gave him industry insight, as well as seat time, and knowing those inside the factories. He claimed that Harley survived by improving their bikes, in part. He also claimed they never really made any bad decisions, or dumb ones. Over the years they never rushed a new model to market, unlike their age old competitor Indian, and they didn’t follow any trends, stylish or foolish. “They were fortunate in that they always seemed to have people in charge who knew a bad idea when they saw one.”And so we see two survivors of over 100 years of making motorcycles, fulfilling dreams, and providing memories for countless millions. And they still do today, not losing their focus on who they are, or where they want to go.

Maybe that is why an other V-twin just doesn’t make it, or any other vertical twin isn’t a Triumph. It goes deeper than leather, logos, or stickers. it is more than a pride of ownership, but goes deep into the heart. I learned to enjoy riding with Harley riders again because now I ride my slower bikes at their pace, grimacing when their floorboards grind in curves. And I enjoy when in a group of the loyal, how our Bonnevilles attract attention, from all. Perhaps Spud at Biggs HD says it best, “ we have a common disease, and it is motorcycles.” Amen to that.

Being out as much as I am, I meet may who would like to try riding, but are afraid. Or looking to get back into it. Or what should I buy? I have advised them to take the MSF course first to see if they even want to ride. No posers. And have advised people to purchase Bonnevilles, 883’s, the new Honda 500’s, and other brands. I know what I like, but need to advise people what is best for them. A walk with Jesus requires the same mindset, or spiritual set. We find no denominational borders, or brand specifics in heaven. I have Catholic friends, Lutheran friends, and Presbyterian friends who all love Jesus. Want to bash a Catholic? I was life flighted from a Catholic hospital in Durango, whose motto is to minister to the body of Christ Jesus, and landed at Presbyterian Hospital where my life was saved. Many prayers were asked, and God heard them all, He isn’t denomination specific. He is LOVE specific, and wishes none to die and go to hell. Scripture tells us “all things work together,” what part of all are you? Or do you consider yourself better than all? I have seen denominational barriers broken when all come together in the spirit. Not just of unity, but under the spirit of God, following Jesus. It is Jesus that makes the difference, and it s His fruit we should bear, not what suits us. We are but one family in Christ, just as we are one brotherhood in motorcycling. It is the insecure or those in the pride of sin who consider themselves better, when really we are to consider ourselves as lesser. I once rented from a Catholic lady who used to be a nun, got saved, and married a widower, raising his nine children in the Lord. I have been blessed by Baptist brothers, Pentacostals who get excited about Jesus, and Calvary Chapel where I love the line by line teaching-of all the Bible. Grow where planted, you may be the only Bible, the only Jesus some ever see. And God may use you in a situation to grow you, as well as others. ALL...it is always about Jesus.

So don’t be the stupid one, stupid hurts. Bad choices are not the legacy to leave behind. Know a bad idea when you hear it, and cling to the good ones. Know and trust God, and when in doubt, fall back on what you know, not what you don’t know. Triumph and Harley have both been around a long time, taking different paths to get here. Don’t get off the path, stay on the straight and narrow, stay with Jesus. But as all riders know straight and narrow may be the best way to live, but the curves are where the excitement is. Be like the Motor Company, don’t follow religious trends, stick with Jesus. Jesus is more than stylish, and will not only give you the desires of your heart, but fulfill them too. The road of life is rough, that is why we have shocks and forks. It also has curves, to add excitement. How you ride may tell us about how you live, either way never ride or live without Jesus. Focus on Jesus, for as any rider knows, where your eyes go, the bike will follow. And life, like riding should be a celebration of more than colors and brands.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the same road on a different bike is always different

With time, and its passing, we all have formed relationships. Whether it be at work, at home, on the road, or the coffee shop, we all interact we many people each day. Some on a regular basis, and some over a period of months and years. And each relationship has something to offer, something to give, and something needed from it. They take time, at least the good ones do, and we never are prepared for when they end, even if we see it coming. And when all is said and done, it is only the memories we choose to keep that take us back to that time or place, that person or thing, that ride or trip, that makes it memorable.

We are told that death is the final separation from life, and although not afraid to die, Christians know we are going to heaven, and look forward to it, we aren’t sure about the process. When I almost died, and should have last summer, I never would have envisioned open heart surgery, but thankfully God did. And took me and my family through it, and as we look back, now we can see other’s suffering in a new light. And with optimism, and also with empathy for those left behind, not sympathy. Empathy being we are with you, we may not get what you are going through, but we stand by and love you through it. It is beneficial, Jesus is empathetic. Sympathy is a different attitude, in it says “poor you,” and doesn’t lift up. I cannot imagine what it would be like with only sympathy. We never thought poor us, or poor me, we knew God had it under control. He is there in the bad situations, and the good alike. It is our choice on how we act, or react, with our reactions telling more about our relationship with Jesus than our actions do.

Glen and Penny lost another of their family last night. One of their dogs died, and with no kids, the animals are like their family. With Barney put down earlier this year, now only one barking voice greets them each night. And it is tough after 14 years, but they will get by. Another one is just looking for a home, and although each time we lose a pet, we claim it is the last, our home remains full with two cats and a dog. Time will heal the wounds, and God will comfort them in the loss. Only a dog, or a horse, try empathy. No poor Glen or Penny here, we do hurt with them and for them. But life goes on...

Our friend and Gold Wing rider Stu wrecked his Gold Wing, aka the Buick, Friday night when a woman pulled out in front of him, and he center punched her. The bike may be totaled, Stu is cut and bruised, and he will ride again. But this was a special bike, given to him by Maggie, Dan’s widow when Dan died a few years ago. And as a gift, it has been reasured, and if to be replaced, will be fondly remembered. Each ride is pictures of Dan, but also of his three month ride across America on it. But if it goes, another will replace it, and the new memories, and new rides will begin. I don’t get it, but the same road on a different bike is always a new adventure. And I’m glad it is. Bikes and dogs will come and go in our lives, but we carry on. Clinging to the relationship we once had, looking ahead to what God has for us.

My good friend Fr. Al was buried last weekend. After beating cancer three times, miraculously, he finally passed away. When Dave and Linda last visited him, he told them he was tired, and just wanted to go home. Heaven, his new home was waiting. And as he went home in his sleep, I miss him. His last e-mail was to thank me for the encouragement and kind words, as he was no stranger to death, his brother in law Larry and then his sister Mena passing a few years ago. At home, with Jesus. And as I marvel at how he was such an example to me, I recall what he once told me. Fr. Al, now Bishop Al, was asked to become a bishop. he wrote me, as he always did for prayer, and after praying offered advice. Which was backed up by his answer, his acceptance. Already a busy man doing services at the chapel, and being the heart and soul of Flight 93 Memorial Chapel, he was busy-and sick. But his words encouraged me, “I accept the position, laying it at God’s feet. The same God of grace who offered it to me, will be the same God of grace who will see me through.” Fr. Al, aka Bishop Al, Catholic in life, Christian in heart, is now home with Jesus. No mourning. although I feel tears sometimes, but I came to become friends with someone I never would have thought of. Thankfully our Lord did, and my story continues.

Religion won’t save us, although it may comfort us. Only Jesus, and a relationship with Him will do that. But God reveals His grace to us through pets, motorcycles, friends, and even Catholic priests, who don’t ride, but love bikers. He calls it grace, and we are saved by it. Being a Catholic, Methodist, or attending Calvary Chapel doesn’t assure salvation. Only Jesus will, but He can use those in religion to minister his word. But without Jesus, you have no way to God, no relationship. Not how I choose to live, or die. So as we go through these changes, God is still with us. He rose again, and we will with Him some day. Sorry, no dogs, cats, horses, or motorcycles. Remember Jesus said “on earth, as it is in heaven,” not the other way around. He has something better for us, “that eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor mind imagined” for us in heaven. But we can start enjoying the benefits here and now, with Him. So don’t put it off another day. I never expected to be life flighted, Penny lost her pets unexpectedly, Stu had an accident, and Fr. Al wanted to go home. God has everything in control. Do you?

Be sure by having a relationship with Jesus, and watch as you get closer to Him, the blessings unfold, and the things of earth lose importance. Jesus becomes all important, and provides us with pets, bikes, and friends to bless us. From coastto coast, barn to house, and all those who love Jesus, no matter the denomination, keep Him first. And like He promises, “then all these things shall be added unto you.” His words, His promise, our blessing. Chuck Diederich of Synanon, once infamously said “today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Not bad from a cult leader. Let Jesus be your life, and then rest in Him. Forever. Pets, bikes, cats, dogs, and friends will come and go. Only Jesus remains. Don’t let Him become a memory. We will continue to travel the same roads, but somehow they will be new and different on a different bike, or with new partners. A new bark will replace the old one, and new friends will come into our lives. Only Jesus assures us of heaven. Keep Him fresh in your life, love the memories, and cherish the ones yet to come. Let Him be the rest of your life,, for truly He is the REST in your life.

love with compassion,

Mike

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will your adjustable wrench work on metrics too? part 1

This is a true story, told to me by Ivan Stewart. He begins, he is lying under a race truck, trying to fix something. You can hear the grunting and the groaning, and then he asks for a wrench. “What size?” the man helping him asks. “Make it a big one, I’m gonna use it for a hammer...” Years ago when living in New Mexico I had friends who worked in the oil fields. Where things were fixed as needed sometimes, and when far away from any shop, you did what was needed. “Don’t force it, get a bigger hammer,” was a popular saying, somewhere between joke and reality. Years later when working with fasteners at a racing level, our chief engineer laughed when I told him that. And added, “don’t force it, get a bigger lever.” Which was soon translated to “get a bigger screwdriver,” which in many shops still today is used as a pry bar. If you ever wondered why techs have so many large screwdrivers, and nothing on your car would it fit, add that to your trivia list. Might even help you win on Jeopardy. Answer-“don’t force it.” Question-“get a bigger screwdriver.” How many PhD.’s would know that one?

BMW motorcycles over the years used to have extensive tool kits. Unlike their Japanese cousins, with two piece pliers, and wrenches made of some type of soft metal, these were real tools, and included various sized wrenches, tire irons, a real screwdriver that wouldn’t twist in the handle, and even came in a tool pouch. When riding through Boulder Canyon one afternoon, we came upon an old BSA leaning against the canyon wall. The rider, hippie looking, this was back in the 70’s, waved us over, and was excited. “Wow, a BMW, those have great tool kits, can I borrow some tools?” Now being a biker, I was ready to help, but a quick glance at the vice grips welded to his shift shaft, quickly changed my mind. “Sorry, these tools wouldn’t fit your bike,” and he nodded, and we parted. If you ever lost a good pair of vice grips, have you ever looked on an old Brit bike? Which brings up the subject of fastener sizes in relation to tools used. In the US of A we have standard SAE sizes, 1/4,5/16,3/8, etc. Metric is 6,8,10, etc mm. Then there are the British, who used to use Whitworth, which no one to this day has been able to explain to me. Where an SAE 5/16, may be a 3/8 whitworth. Or is it 1/4? And just to confuse things further by simplifying them, back in the 80’s the US of A decided to go on the metric system, like much of the world. Even England had switched to metric at this point, don’t ask. Once GM, being the powerhouse it once was, decided to rename their fasteners rather than change them to metric sizes. So for example, 1/4 became 6.3 mm, just to further confuse the system. And on their cars today you can find both standard SAE, metric, and GM metric. Now you know why techs have tool boxes the size of your first apartment. Which can be so easily remedied by just using one wrench, the adjustable, or Crescent wrench. Which when a kindly old rider the other day asked about the fasteners on my new Triumph, and told they were metric smiled. And when I told him jokingly, “ you’ll have to replace your adjustable wrench with a metric one” didn’t get it at first. Then smiled, knowing he had been caught. I wonder if he knew they come in whitworth too? Don’t force it, get a bigger hammer.

Which brings up the question, which came first, the bolt or the tool? Why would you need a tool if there was no bolt to tighten, and how would tighten a bolt without the tool? Ask your service advisor, or tool man. Just for a laugh. But more seriously, for years I have heard discussed which cam first, the chicken or the egg? Chickens come from eggs, but eggs come from chickens. Are we chasing our tails again in search of an answer that doesn’t exist? But the answer is evident, in fact it is found in Genesis. God created the animals, He let Adam name them, and then they multiplied. Try that one on your biology teacher, who if steeped in evolution theory, is chasing his tail, which he believes at one time his ancestors may have had. So much for the theory of evolution, which is just that, a theory, and no missing link, or signs of evolution have ever been found, except in the continued story of V-twins, and Harley Davidson. But there is a law, a law of science and physics, that disputes evolution, and proves it only a theory, and a poor one at that. The second law of thermodynamics states that things are in a constant state of atrophy, they are constantly wearing down, out, getting old, and needing to be replaced. Going from order to disorder. Need evidence? Which better explains why as we get older, we wear out, and finally die. Except if you are Benjamin Button, or belong to the pool club in Cocoon. We are all wearing out, we don’t get better as we age, and soon we will face death. But again God, remember His “in the beginning...” history, was there before it all began. And spoke it all into being, out of nothing, so much for the big bang folks. Think, something would have had to banged, and who created it? Again, the Bible takes us places in truth that only others can theorize. Which are really opinions, do you really need another opinion when all you really need is truth?

And for you New Testament only fans, Jesus is mentioned in the first verse, the fourth word of Genesis, “in the beginning, GOD, created the heavens and the earth...” Elohim, is plural for God. Not many gods, but one God, in many forms. Which leads us to the trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, another time to get into that. But God was there, is here now, and will be here forever. Better to follow the truth, than believe a lie.

And so it is with tools. The right tool in the wrong hands won’t work. A wrench can become a hammer, and a screwdriver a pry bar. But neither one will do the job it was intended to do if the hand holding it doesn’t use it properly. Good enough for government work isn’t good enough, and believing in God won’t cut it. You must believe God, and trust Him with all your heart. Other wise you might just as well be descended from monkeys, who by the way can be trained to use the right tool. So it all comes down to Jesus, the right tool, for the right job, the right place, at the right time. His answer fits the situation exactly, without apologies to whitworth. He can’t be forced, and doesn’t force you. Love will not demand its own way. The choice is up to you. What is in your tool box? If it is tools that don’t fit the job, replace them with ones that will. Seek God, for you never know when you may be under a car, needing a wrench, and someone hands you a hammer instead. Will that be ball peen, finishing, or sledge? Again...the right hammer. Or as we prefer to call them, fine adjusting tools. Stick with Jesus...His tools always fit, guaranteed for life. No opinions, just he facts. Now about that hammer...metric, standard, or whitworth?

love with compassion,

Mike

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an offer you shouldn't refuse

His real name was Vito Corleone. But he was known in the neighborhood, and professionally as Don Vito Corleone. Yet he was referred to by his friends and associates as Godfather, a term of endearment. Yet to his children he was Pop. “That’s Pop talking,” Sonny argued with Michael when he joined the Marines. Michael once said "my Father once taught me, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” And then there’s Fredo, poor, weak Fredo, who when his father is shot in the streets, sits and cries out to him “PAPA!” One man, known by so many, by so many names, yet the same person. Some a term of respect, some professional, some personal, some very personal, intimate, and loving. But how could they all be talking about the same guy?

In the biking world it is popular to have a nickname. Take my friend Ray for instance, who goes by Chief. People who know him or introduce him call him Chief, but when I got to know him, I called him Ray, more intimate. Not everyone knows Ray, but mention Chief and their ears perk up. Same guy, just a different relationship. But to his kids he is still Dad. And so it goes with nicknames. Take Ivan Stewart for instance, aka the Ironman. Everyone I know calls him Ivan, never the Ironman, yet I have heard kids and fans call out “Hey Ironman” at t-shirt signings. Yet I know all three of his sons, who refer to him as Dad. Again, the same man, yet a different man to each one. I know friends who wish to be introduced as Dr., and I have friends who are pastors who just want to be introduced by their first name. Some wish you to know what they are, yet some are confident in who they are.

It seems we all have terms of endearment that we call the special ones in our lives, and that those names are reserved for only us to use. They show a certain intimacy, and in our family we each have one, reserved only for our family to use. Sorry inquiring minds who want to know, not for public consumption. And that is how it should be. Names that have either been earned honestly, by default, or by a specific instance. For instance, the first son in Texas is always referred to as Bubba. In Italy, he is Sonny. And yet many variations on a theme exist. And even how the names are used in public have a preference. “He’s my father,” to strangers, “that’s my Dad,” to those who are friends, and my older son calls me Mike. Always has-yes I am his real father. And when upset with me, I’m Michael. Go figure. And to my parents I have always been Michael, Mike to everyone else. Mikeyboy to some. I was Crazy in college. Yet I knew when my Dad was failing last year when I called, and he called me Mike. The first and only time he did. So names do mean something, depending on who you are talking about, or to.

It is not unusual to be in a group of Christians when praying, and someone will start “Oh precious Heavenly Father God, Lord Jesus.” Now over the years I have come to tell about who was praying by their intro into prayer. Not judging, just observing. Would you introduce your Father as “Daddy, husband, son of his parents, teacher, father, wage earner, dog walker, and disciplinarian-or wielder of the belt.” He may be all those things, but at that moment, he may be “this is my Dad.” When introduced to friends. Yet when we pray we feel we must address God as all the above, just in case we miss one. Yet Jesus told us to refer to Him as ABBA, or Daddy. Tells us much about His relationship with His Father just in that one word. Yet He tells us also when praying, to say “our Father, who art in heaven..” maybe not use the same intro, make it personal, but He is referring to the Almighty. You see sometimes my Father was the final authority on things, and when authority was needed, he was my father. But most of the time he was Daddy, a closer, more intimate relationship. And to some their father is just a dad, but to many he is more-he is Daddy. You can choose your own-Pop, Dad, Daddy-they all work. It is whatever works for the both of you-since it is a relationship. Yet Jesus calls Him ABBA, the first and last letters in Hebrew. The first and the last-the ultimate, and He is everything in between. So how personal is your walk, or your talk, your prayer life with God? Do you address Him as sir, reverently, yet impersonal, or do you call Him Abba, Daddy? There are times He will be either , or both, make it that personal. Are you still in awe of Him, living in fear and reverence, or has it become that personal yet, where you can climb on His lap and talk to your Daddy? Do you, or would you refer to Him in public as Dad, or would you fear retribution from those who are so religious? I would encourage you to get to know Him better. No not more about Him, as some students do, but spend some time visiting with Him, hanging out, He calls it meditating on Him. Get to know your Heavenly Father as Dad, and learn to respect and revere the relationship with God. Have a more intimate, and closer relationship with Him. Fathers and sons are a precious thing, does He call you son, or by your name? He refers to Jesus as His son, Job as His servant, and King David as a man after His own heart. Each the same God, but different to each one. So who is He to you?

So next time you feel thankful refer to Him as Father. When hurt and needy, cry out your Daddy. When alone and hanging, maybe He is Dad. But in all things give Him the preeminence, let Him be known. Who He is to you is that personal. He is Lord, Master, Savior to me, yet I prefer to call Him Jesus, His first name. The name above all names, at which every knee shall bow, in heaven and under the earth. And I know Him that well we are on a first name basis. And He calls me Mike, or friend. Can’t get much better than that. Yet many called Him master, savior, rabbi, teacher, or Lord. And yes He is all of them, too. So what’s in a name? Maybe more than we think. Get to know Him better, you can work out the details later. Just think, you can be on a first name basis with the creator of the universe! His parents called Him Jesus, God His Father calls Him Jesus. He has many titles, yet only one name. What you call might just affect your whole relationship with Him. “Can I introduce you to my friend Jesus of Nazareth...” 

meekness and a steady throttle hand

For me, like many of us, it started at a young age. First it was Bill Moore’s mini-bike with a 5hp Tecumseh motor, riding all the back streets of Scotch Plains to visit girls, impress boys, and upset the cops. Then it was Ricky’s Honda 50, with a shifter, but no clutch. Almost a motorcycle. Then riding BH’s CL77, with all the 305cc’s propelling us out of town, and riding at breakneck speeds. Then my first, a CB350, and many more to follow. BMW’s of 600-750-900, then 1000cc’s, and finally the FJ1100-wow! If a Sportster had once been described as putting hair on your chest, I must have been covered when riding Bouke’s Z-1 with the Yoshimura kit. But as I got older, and the cc’s increased, so did the speed, and the need to go faster. And soon motorcycles were hitting the famed 100hp per litre, 62 cubic inches for you Harley types. And today even 600cc sport bikes have well over 125hp, the latest Daytona 675 I rode had 128! Where will it all end? I have even ridden several 2300cc Rockets! Is there no substitute for cubic inches? Is there no replacement for displacement? And as we see things changing, I look at my wife’s first bike, and her second. No 50cc learning here, she took the MSF course of 250 Rebels, then her first bike, a 790cc Bonneville. Today she is like so many others, starting at sizes that we once dreamed of. So where do you go to get your speed fix?

No one wakes up one morning and sets out to fail, or even be mediocre. Yet failure is more common than success anymore. Just listen to the headlines, daily police shootings, crime out of control, schools not safe, and gas prices going up, and up, and up...And with the Federal government following the world’s lead and rushing to fiscal oblivion, some wonder why it happened? And so quickly. But it didn’t, like those of us who started small and ended up on bigger cc’s, the signs have been there. So either they were ignored, laws changed so that crimes aren’t felonies anymore, but only misdemeanors. Have a car accident in Escondido? Don’t call 911 unless you are hurt, they will not respond, or even write a report. So I know the answer, more laws. Makes sense, except when the current ones cannot be enforced, what will more laws do? John Lennon’s murderer broke over 70 existing, would 71 have prevented it? Maybe 72, 82, or 102? So we write more laws, and things only get worse. Do we see a correlation here? Is more law the answer to crime? More cc’s may have made us faster for awhile, but the engineers got smarter. So did the crooks. Did you know in California you can commit manslaughter and be out of jail in less than seven years? More laws, more crime, more confusion, and it goes on and on...And so as we look to the government and politicians to rescue us, the answer seems to escape them. Nothing new, so what is the replacement for displacement? Are more cc’s the answer, if you can’t ride a 250? The question of the ages, as things have been the same for some time-maybe the beginning.

And then along comes Jesus. More laws, like more cc’s weren’t the answer. If people couldn’t keep ten commandments, how could they possibly know the over 600 Mosaic laws? Quick, what are the Ten Commandments? See? And with laws out of control today, the Department of Justice states there are so many laws that it is impossible to know them all, but be assured you are breaking some everyday! Comforting isn’t it? And so along comes Jesus, making it easy for us. Two laws-one about God, one about you. First-love God first and with all your heart. In other words, God first! Then love others as yourself. Feel good about yourself? Notice how it affects how you treat others? Loving God first will change the attitude to one of love. Simple enough to enact, ask for forgiveness. Believe in your heart, confess Jesus with your mouth and you are saved. But...religion is now upset. We need more ways, maybe Jesus isn’t enough. And if you obey our rules, you will be a better person. So they enact Jesus and... fill in the blank, and soon you have more laws, less Jesus, more sin, and less grace. More cc’s but no more power. Forgetting that the key to power lies in the twist of the wrist. For without control, little power is too much, and too much is never enough. Why not trust Jesus and have it all when needed? Quick, a show of hands, who among you wants more laws? More grace? Laws come with a penalty, grace comes with...more grace. Which shows up in love, peace, and patience. Followed by self control, how is your throttle hand? Is it attached to your heart?

And so along comes Jesus, who is love, peace, and patience. Try that one out on the law. Goodness and kindness. Meekness, mercy, and self control-He leaves it up to you. Your choice. So do we need more laws, or more Jesus? Would you rather be hand cuffed or hugged? Hard to ride in cuffs. Where is the love in that one? No amount of horsepower can overcome that. No matter the skill level or engine size. And then along comes Jesus...

Meekness is power under control, a steady throttle hand. And it works in life too, and with others. Can even keep you from breaking the law, and add grace to your life. Style to your life. More power per cc. Without all the extra size or extra laws. Makes sense. So why not trust Jesus? Will more laws get you to heaven? Jesus will. Only a fool would continue to argue that.

Breaking news...Las Vegas, gunfire on the strip, a drive by shooting. Three dead. Gunmen get away. Now, isn’t shooting people already against the law? Isn’t murder still illegal? Under grace or under the law? Give me more grace, I can handle that. If not, I’m willing to try...If not today, then when? Just like there is no substitute for cubic inches, there is no substitute for Jesus. No replacement for His displacement. And then along comes Jesus...

love with compassion,

Mike

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