Tuesday, January 21, 2014

icicles, popsicles, and motorsicles











I had to move to Colorado to learn things I should have been taught in science class.  Like the fact your car will freeze to the ground every night in sub zero weather when parked on gravel.  And the tires will lose all their air, only on the bottom, strangely enough, but after starting, and a half hour warm up, you are ready to go.  The thumping of the tires may take another half hour, but living 45 minutes to town, the problem was usually solved by the time we arrived.  But strangely after sitting in below zero in the sun, the car was easier to start, no thumping, no half hour wait-amazing what the sun would do.  And the inside of the car would be warm from the sun, too, why weren’t we taught this in class?  But another strange phenomenon takes place in the sun on cold days-ice melts.  Even in colder temps, when it hits about 30F in the sun, it melts.  And forms these great big icicles, sometimes many feet long, which are pretty to look at, but can be dangerous to man and beast.  They break off, and like a 20 pound spear, can kill a man.  But less dangerous, but more often occurring is when they break off the roof, taking shingles with them, not covered by insurance of course, and so you fix the roof in the spring.  While the roof steams from the sun hitting it, and the snow or ice evaporating off it.  A pretty sight, but never over night-it takes the sun and its light and heat to make it all work.  Sorta like being frozen to the ground in the dark, in below zero weather...
As I sit here today, the sun coming up in SoCal, it already has in Colorado, we are faced with similar problems not learned in science class.  We have been having warm weather here for a month, and the 80’s have been the norm.  Just hit the mid-70’s, and the people start to freeze.  But with our warm air comes no humidity, and it has been in single digits-below 10 percent.  Which makes nothing stick to anything, cars start quite easily in it,, and warm up time between fuel injection and the warm temps equals get in, sit down, shut up, start car, and drive off.  Just like Colorado, except for the waiting time, the low tires, and bumpy ride to work.  And in place of icicles, we have popsicles, for it is warm, and nothing tastes so good as Otter Pops, aka popsicles on a hot day.  Which usually are fine to the end in warm weather, but in hot weather produce their own problems-they melt.  So you eat them faster, which gives you brain freeze, which gives you a momentary scare, and then you continue eating too fast, going on to the next one.  The problems we must face in warm weather, but we’re tough, we can handle brain freeze, warm weather, low humidity, and highs in the 80’s.  After all it is January,,,what must you be thinking?
Those who ride learn to dress in layers, and as it gets warmer, you take off the jacket, then the sweat shirt, and finally get to ride in just a t-shirt.  Except it is still January here, and the air is cool, but we are tough like I said.  And yesterday riding up to the LA Police Academy for breakfast, which was closed for Marty King’s birthday, we rode another 50 miles for lunch in Sierra Madre, and left the two upper layers for a ride home in the just a short sleeved shirt.  Like I said we’re tough, and it is January.  And somehow I had just heard Arlo Guthrie, singing the motorcycle song, “I don’t want a pickle, I just wanna ride my motorsicle...” so we did, safe in 85 degree, low humidity weather...we’re tough.  And given the choice between icicles, popsicles, or motorsicles, I’ll go with motorsicles every time.  For unlike some who won’t ride if it gets below 50-the unofficial freezing temp in SoCal, I ride below it.  Not Colorado cold any more, but I will ride in melting popsicle hot.  And have at up to 124F when the glue on my Arai melted, and after having it repaired under warranty, they claim they are tested to 122F, prefer 85 with low humidity, and a tail wind.  Just like yesterday...and like the Who sang, “I won’t get fooled again!”  Can it be too hot or too cold to ride?  Your choice to make...see you about my ride when I get back, and your day? 
When one Moses was led by God to take the Jews on their Exodus, He led them by a pillar of a cloud.  Now rather than think Moses walked 40 years in bad weather, we find the cloud preceded and protected them, as if God was leading them, exactly where God should be in our lives-in front and leading.  And at night, He gave them a pillar of fire-driving lights, to guide them.  It is important to note that God led them, and was with them at the same time.  Just like a shepherd leads his flock, Moses led his flock for 40 years.  And as a precursor to the great shepherd, Jesus, we see how a shepherd protects his flock from harm, going before them, but never leaving them.  A note that all us wandering sheep should take note of.  For when God was moving, it meant that they should follow, just as we should follow the leading of the Holy Spirit today.  But what if bad weather hits, what if it gets too dark to follow?  What if our icicles and popsicles start to melt in the heat, then what?  Do we stop and wait for the cloud to return, or still follow it?  Two pillars to follow, both day and night, both hot and cold.  Just like dressing in layers while riding...
I have heard faith described as trusting God when there is no evidence of Him.  Believing, but not seeing.  But still listening to and for the spirit to guide.  Who guides us patiently, a relationship we must warm up to, and trust.  I am sure Moses got to trust God more as the  years went by, although the crowds grew tired of manna each day.  But with shoes that never wore out, and food to eat, pillars to be guided by and protected by-what was their problem?  Which leads me to ask-what’s yours?  God has promised all our needs will be met, even on cold days when the car is frozen to the road.  Even on days when you are just riding in a t-shirt in January, He never left you, He is still leading-are you still following?  Or has it got too cold, and you forget the warmth of Jesus by the fire?  Did you get caught under an icicle when it broke off the roof?  Brain freeze from a popsicle maybe?  Are you confronted with 50 degree weather to ride in?  Are you trusting God in all these situations?  Or have you  gone your own way?
Stick with Jesus, and you won’t get fooled again.  Moses did, the people did, and finally the promised land was theirs.  Heaven is ours too, in fact God is leading us there right now.  It may get cold, wet, or dry and hot, but He still leads.  A cloud for protection and cooling, and light to lead the way at night.  Things not taught in science class, but taught in the Bible.  The things of God which will get us through life into the promised land.  So take an example from those who ride-dress in layers for each situation.  When hot, take one off, when cold, put another on.  But never leave Jesus behind, what good is a shepherd if you don’t follow Him?  Look around, where is your God now?  Unless He is ahead and leading-you are lost...take a break and ask forgiveness, and then follow the great shepherd-Jesus.  Some days you just might freeze to the road, some days you just might need a popsicle to cool off.  Some days you should be riding-you will never know unless you follow God. 
Another tough day ahead here, high of only 82.  Well it is January....where when a tire is flat on the bottom it is really flat all around.  Don’t learn the hard way-icicles, popsicles, or motorsicles-let Jesus lead.  Let your 40 year ride begin today.
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com


Friday, January 17, 2014

and you can do it more often









“Where did I ever find the time to get things done while I was working,” I used to hear many retired folks lament.  Now in semi-retirement, still full time ministry when God calls, I get an insight to what they meant.  Suddenly I don’t pour 12 hours of work a day into eight.  Suddenly I am not rushing home to get chores done so I can ride this weekend, and suddenly I am riding at a slower pace-but still quicker than most.  Slow is still not an option.  But I find that the riding now, being less restricted to weekends, is better during the week alone.  I stop and go where and when I want, less people on the roads, and I ride at my pace, not an overburdened road’s slower pace.  And even though I am riding more locally, I am taking the time to go down roads I never have before, some I have been bypassing for several years, only because they were on the way to somewhere, now they are that somewhere.  And I find that the farther away somewheres still attract me, but until the time and money, more the money presents itself, there are many roads here to have fun on.  And I wonder how I could have passed them up all these years...and why didn’t I find the time to ride them long ago?
Riding motorcycles has always been a passion for me, thanks to God and His fulfilling it in ways and places I never dreamt of.  Riding dozens of new bikes every year, meeting famous people, listening to their stories, bench racing with them, riding in 48 states, and touring with Theresa.  Wearing out Arai helmets at 150,000...now into my fourth one.  Riding a 36 year old Superbike, and loving it, then riding a 2014 sport bike, and getting a different thrill.  Riding some back roads, waving at farmers.  Splitting lanes in traffic, how do you guys do it riding in cars all the time?  Sitting little kids on my bike, and watching as their eyes light up while making motor sounds.  As their parents stand by cautiously...afraid.  Reading an article in a travel or motorcycle magazine, and having been there...and still learning more for my next trip back.  I enjoy talking with older riders who have been places, conversations starting with  “remember when..” and going on for miles.  Meeting new riders, and watching as the enthusiasm grows with each ride, and starting to ride places I have for years.  Watching as people in Maine, Florida, Michigan, and other states when looking at my plate, ask “you rode that here?”  And finding yes is never enough of an answer. 
Many statements about riding are true.  Life begins at 30, it gets interesting at 100.  Home is where your bike sits long enough to leave a few drips of oil on the ground.  And four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul.  And to those of us who ride, we know.  And if we have to explain, you will never get it, until you do.  But the best thing about riding is it is almost as good as sex, and you can do it more often.  Which can relate to more than intimate moments with your spouse.  Having the time, or making the time, you can do more things you enjoy more often, and enjoy them more.  Something that scares people in life, and can be scary in retirement.  And it works that way with God also.  How many look forward to Sunday morning, not for church to start, but for it to get over?  But fail to find the joy in learning about God, and being with His people.  But fail to realize God is a 7 day a week God, and when asked to come to a Bible study, Wednesday night service, or a men’s activity, grow restless and make excuses.  “No time, the Padres are on, the yard needs cutting, a list of honey dos....” you all know the drill.  And like riding, I find that you can have Jesus on other than just Sunday...you can have Him more often.  Wednesday nights are a great refresher, so is Thursday Bible study.  But spending time with others, sharing Jesus, and sharing testimonies can be any time, any day, at any place.  Even among those who ride.  We do stop for food and get gas, maybe not in that order.  But we can all be like John, who bore witness of Jesus Christ.  He not only saw Jesus, He told others.  He was the witness, and his blessings grew because of it.  So did others.  God calls it joy, and in Psalm 1 we find those who meditate on God have it.  Thinking about Jesus, making Him part of your ride, even to other places than church.  You do ride to church don’t you?
Jesus Christ, better than anything else, and you can do it more often.  Think about all the blessings you are missing, and ask yourself, why?  And find the answer is really who, who Jesus is in your life.  Grow in Christ and the rides are longer, better, and more interesting.  You take the curves faster, run your life through the gears, and suddenly see redline as a place to visit more often, a place to shift and go further, and the excitement in life men are missing.  Jesus Christ adds life, long before Coca Cola did, and still does today.  Fool someone, ride to church, on a Wednesday night.  “You rode that here?”  And let the bench racing begin.  Oh the stories you can tell, Jesus and your rides.  Stop dreaming and start riding.  Twist the throttle, you learned enough patience sitting in neutral at the light.  Leave the past behind, and spend more time with Jesus.  More often, even On Any Sunday, you can find Him.  And if you are like the note on a biker’s rear view mirror, says, “objects in mirror are being left behind,” don’t be left behind.  And when Jesus is a 7 day a week riding partner, you too can say “I rather be out riding thinking about Jesus, than in church thinking about riding.”  Jesus taught in the church, ministered on the road.
Jesus, just like learning to ride later in life, is better than not learning at all.  Go out and bear witness today..so many roads, so little time.  A good long ride will clear your head, revive your soul, and use a lot of gas.  And to those of us who know God, we know.
love with compassion,
MIke
matthew25biker.blogspot.com


Thursday, January 16, 2014

press 1 for customer service









I want to go on record that I am not a fan of press 1 for English, press 2 for another long list of things I don’t want, and press 3 before I wish I could reach through the phone and choke someone.  Can I get an AMEN?  Thanks.  I also am not on Facebook, I don’t Twitter, and you can have your so called social media.  I want a face to face, or at least a voice to voice.  I am not afraid to speak my mind, and call a spade a dirty shovel.  I wonder about those who can’t spell and text, yet cannot hold a conversation face to face.  And what ever happened to good old customer service, where you got a real person, as I sit here chatting because my phones don’t work.  And after following all the directions, they still can’t fix it.  It just isn’t the same chewing someone out in texting-no capital letters are big enough to express the frustration and hatred I am experiencing, another AMEN!  Probably nothing worse than a machine that doesn’t work, or being misunderstood.  I need someone to listen to me.  So I ask, where have all the people gone?
When sin separated us from God, He instituted priests as intermediaries, so we could still talk with Him, through them.  And many so today, instead of pressing  1 for English, they go to church, read a devotion, or contact the priest.  All good, but nothing as good as a face to face with God.  So we pray, but sometimes it is one way, we talk, hope He listens, then go back to our regularly scheduled program.  Never waiting for the answer, then claiming God doesn’t listen.  Just like ending your text when the light turns green and you drive away, your attention goes elsewhere, away from God.  Eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel...or are they?  We get confused when we try to bring God to our level, rather than going to His.  And because we either wouldn’t, couldn’t, or might not, He sent Jesus, so we can have that direct line to Him.  24/7, no standing by, no PIN to forget, just a one way to God, no make that a two way to God, for a conversation isn’t one unless both talk and listen.  Are you, or are you still talking?  God hears, do you?  Think about it, if He had said He who has a tongue let him speak, we all would.  But we do, anyway.  But He told us he who has an ear let him hear...are we?  Take some time and listen, God is talking to you.  In whatever language you speak, do you speak His?
His language is simple, one of love, forgiveness, mercy and grace.  A language anyone can understand.  He is above social media, can you imagine the billions on His Facebook page?  So why do we live a life with God based on texting, when we can talk with Him direct?  Without the priest?  What are we afraid of?  Maybe hearing from Him?  But isn’t that why we pray?  He knows your name, and will not confuse you with any one else.  So don’t confuse Him with any other gods.  He is the only true God, and His name is Jesus.  First name basis, how’s that? And He is standing by waiting to hear from you, any conversation will be fine, some of my best times have been telling Him all about a ride I took, and finding it turns into praise.  A real person, on both ends, who cares to listen, and has great words for me.  Better than pressing 1 for English, or 2 for wait 15 minutes in a queue.  I get right through to Him, that should make you feel important!
There are a lot of people out there afraid to call a spade a dirty shovel.  My shovel is dirty, it gets used.  And it needs help from its maker, God.  I am that dirty shovel, but washed clean by Jesus, yet just being in this world makes me dirty.  Talk to God today about your dirt, let Him clean you up.  Maybe show you a better way so you don’t get dirty from the world around you.  But knowing He is there, and listens, let us take the same attitude. 
So save someone’s life today, introduce them to Jesus, by your thoughts, words, actions, and attitudes.  Just before you want to choke them.  The world is out to get you, God isn’t.  It is a battlefield, but read the end-we win!  Live that victory today, for it is assured.  Don’t be taken a prisoner by the things of the world...more press 1.  Go right to Jesus.  The best customer service ever.  But listen to His instructions, then don’t lean on your own understanding.  In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths. 
Don’t hide behind your monitor any more.  Come face to face with Jesus.  Where all the saved people go.  Sinners too.  Either way you are welcome here.  Try that without a PIN.  Or forgetting your password.  Jesus Christ, the person of God in the flesh.  Help don’t get any better than that.  Technology will never catch up to knowing Jesus.
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com


Wednesday, January 15, 2014

the choice of a lifetime











I sat with a man yesterday who after giving his life to Jesus, turned his back on Him for 43 years.  Now in the hospital, very sick, he was repenting and turning back to Him.  Jesus never left him, but he had turned his back on God.  A choice he made many years ago returning, after another bad one had led him away from God.  A prodigal in the strongest sense, as we were all lost, but only God gives us the choice of salvation.  But as I listened to this man, he had a problem forgiving himself, even thought the God of the universe had.  His name was written in the Book of Life, he just never cashed in on the benefits of it during those years.  Instead the choices he made led to destruction, not immediately, but over the years it all added up.  And now he as repenting, turning back to Jesus...and one good choice would restore him, just as one bad choice had almost destroyed him.
We all make bad choices from time to time.  Ever had a bad blind date?  Ate a piece of bad fruit?  Bought a Honda?  Cheered for the Chargers?  Bad choices maybe, but not life threatening.  It is been said we make over 8000 choices everyday, reading this is one.  Considering that is another.  Reading on is another.  See how easy they add up.  Oops, another,  And so it goes.  But in every life, everyone will at some time be faced with who Jesus is, and that choice will have eternal consequences.
The word prodigal means useless, and in the parable of the prodigal son, we all can relate to the son who took his inheritance, blew it on good times, then had to repent.  Noting that while still far away, his father saw him, and ran to him.  Something fathers didn’t do back then, especially to sons who had abandoned them, especially running in a long robe.  But yet we see God running to us, excited to see us return to Him.  Which is why He sent Jesus to be the way.  And we can only imagine how the father felt everyday not knowing where his son was, wishing and hoping he would return home.  While the other son, stayed home.  Worked the ranch, and seemingly honored his father by not leaving like his brother did.  But we see his true heart, at the end when he is hateful to the repenting brother.  It seems he is the useless one, and was all the time, just waiting for his father to die to inherit.  Failing to realize like his father later told him, that his inheritance was there the whole time, all he need to do was ask.  It was available all the time, his choice to hate made him bitter, and he never enjoyed the love of his father like his repentant brother did.  Both brothers made choices, bad choices, only one realized he had, and turned back to his father.  A parable showing us the love that God has for us, no matter the situation, and as long as we are His sons and daughters, the inheritance is there for the enjoying right now.  Both made the choice of a lifestyle, but one later choice was the choice of a lifetime.  We have all fallen short of the glory of God, and need to repent.  Some are sorry, but never repent, never turn to God, and stumble their entire life, becoming bitter like the stay at home brother.  Some others are truly sorry, truly repent, and go on with God.  Yet some think God can never forgive, and live a miserable life, ending in a miserable death, ending in an eternity in hell they didn’t have to have.  Their choice, not God’s.  He wants all to repent, that is why He is patient.  Why we see salvation in jails, hospitals, war zones, and even in churches.  Where we see robbers, thieves, hookers, bikers, junkies, and dealers saved by Jesus Christ.  Same with nerds, brainiacs, soccer moms, and those that don’t ride.  God is patient for all to come to repentance....so what is your choice?  Saying nothing is saying no!  None are exempt from the gates of hell except those that are saved in Christ.  And it isn’t the gates that keep you out-it is Jesus!
43 years is a lifetime.  This man was ready to retire, for his entire working life he did it on his own.  Only in his retirement years did he stop to consider God again, and the promises.  We don’t know how long it took for the son to return home, many years are implied, yet his father waited patiently.  While his brother became more selfish and bitter everyday.  Sin at both ends.  So your choice is....Consider Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty.  He was the starting quarterback ahead of Terry Bradshaw who led the Steelers to 4 Super Bowl victories.  But his decision to stay and hunt and fish, eventually made him a millionaire, and a spokesman for God.  His choice not only impacted him and his family, but Terry’s life also.  We don’t know how many will be effected by our choices, so choose God and make the right choice.  Two brothers, two choices, one father.  Two quarterbacks, two choices, one heavenly father.  One brother accepted forgiveness, the other resented it.  For God so loved the world He gave His only son...what are you willing to give in order to gain eternity?  Are you willing to ask God now to forgive you?  Prodigal?
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

exceptions to the rule









Here is a quick quiz, just to see how smart you are, or think you are, or should be.  Here goes...You buy a new car on the 15th of May, 2010.  It comes with a 4 year, aka 48 month warranty, or 50,000 miles-whichever comes first.  If you don’t exceed the miles, what date does your car warranty expire?  Tic...tic...tic...times up.  If you said May 15th, 2014, you are out of warranty, by one day.  Your warranty expired on May 14th at midnight, sorry.  And so the language of contracts goes, at least in the automotive world.  But of course there are exceptions to the rule.  First if you bought an extended warranty, you may be out of the woods, but only for covered items, that must be mentioned by name.  After a deductible, they pay the balance.  But what if your warrantee really has expired, who do you turn to to plead your case?  First the dealer, who has a special list of requirements to help out, to provide goodwill in the situation.  If out by time, did you make the appointment while still in warranty?  Did you buy the car from us, service it from us as scheduled?  Loyalty is a big thing to dealers.  Do you know someone at the manufacturer?  Do you play for the Chargers or Padres?  Are you looking to buy another?  Are you related by family to someone that works here?  And the list can be endless...so manufacturers have come up with goodwill, allowing cars out of warranty to be repaired as if under warranty.  Known problems will be handled, persistent people will be helped-sometimes, and sometimes without even asking, we would help a person out.  But those who owned the Mercedes Benz had become familiar with the goodwill situation, and never hesitated to use it.  Or at least ask for it.   Proving that lunch may not always be free, but if you wait awhile it may be discounted.
And it seemed the higher the income level, the more they groveled.  Some would outright beg.  Yes we know you make $3 million per year, and yes the part is $50-maybe we can meet in the middle.  You pay the $50, and we’ll call it even.  And lawyers were the worst, would you trust an attorney who asked you to break the law?  Try that one in court counselor?  And the one time I accepted a man’s offer to trade, he screwed me, or tried to.  Only my firm affirmation that everyone at the dealer, where he liked to hang out, would be told how he lied to me the next morning kept him honest, or at least as honest as he could be.  So there are exceptions to the rule...sometimes.
Working parts takes a talented individual, and one who must read the details and footnotes.  Looking up a part for a car, and it says built after May 1st, 2010, means build dates of May 2nd and newer.  So when confusion ruled, they changed the wording to built on May 2nd and after...no doubt there, right?  Same with VIN codes, and other questions he may ask you...all cars have a VIN for a reason, which tells the build date.  Very important as we now know.  NO exceptions there, square pegs will only fit in round holes with a bigger hammer, don’t force it, do it right the first time.  Suddenly that goofy, tattooed, smelly geek across the parts counter isn’t so stupid after all.  You are.  And they never forget.
There are no exceptions to God, but there are some exceptional people.  You MUST be born again to enter the kingdom of God.  No exceptions.  We are not all God’s children, but only those who accept Him, the Him being Jesus Christ.  So God has made it easy, no dates, scores, or exceptions.  And since it is a gift you cannot earn, be glad God doesn’t mark on the curve.  Suppose it took 100% to get into heaven-no one would ever have made it.  Suppose 90%, or a A.  But what if you only got an 89-and you didn’t?  Yet some people within churches will tell you these falsehoods, aka lies.  And soon we have whole churches espousing them, then whole denominations.  When God has made it simple.  So sorry JW, LDS, and others who deny the deity of Jesus Christ, or believe it is based on how well you do.  It is all about Jesus, the 100% grade you never could get, and He gives it freely.  And His forgiveness goes on forever-you are forgiven for all time, every time, the first time you ask.  But it is always a good thing to confess sins to God, as they will continue to happen, not for salvation, or forgiveness, but to stay mentally clean with God.  Like working out, keep your walk strong, as God says.  Daily.  Miss a day, pick up where you left off...but keep on keeping on. And there are no exceptions to the rules, that wouldn’t be love, and no special cases, or goodwill... You mean free salvation isn’t enough?  So accept Christ today, and follow Him, and you won’t fall into the trap set out before you to trip you up.  Funny how most of the New Testament warns of false teachers, and 2 John is all about it.  Stay with what you know, and when you know Jesus, you have made the right choice.
And take it further, showing His love to others, as He has forgiven you.   A true sign that you belong to Him.  And keeping in mind that God makes no exceptions, plays no favorites, but that you can still be exceptional and a witness for God.  Doing it for Him, making it all about Jesus...the rest comes easy.  Or at  least not as hard.  For tough times will come, but our God is tougher, stronger, mightier, and more loving.  Remember Maxwell Smart, Agent 86, “missed by that much,” but you still missed.  So go with Jesus, and you will never miss.  Oh, you may come close, but you will never miss heaven.  What promise have you come to believe?  Stick to God’s truth-exceptional rewards for those who are less than exceptional.  With no exceptions.  He knows your name, do you know His?  Stop and think, what exception is there to love?  And would you want it?  Choose Jesus, show just how smart you really are.  No deductible, no cards to carry, no books to pass out, or bikes to ride.  Start now...go on forever.
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com


Monday, January 13, 2014

where are all the Charger shirts today?









LOST-temporary football fans of professional football team in America’s Finest City.  Last seen wearing team jerseys, some with numbers.  Last seen in local bars and restaurants, no one knows their whereabouts now.  Sudden disappearance after Sunday’s games loss.  If found, please don’t return them-real fans needed.  Apply to Qualcomm Stadium, part time position.  Bring shirts.
And so it goes, another season of hopes, dreams, folly, and fake enthusiasm for the Chargers is over.  And the endless supply of whining and excuse making has begun.  True fans never whine, they support.  Maybe it is the team, a team plagued by a quarterback, Phillip”who never delivers” Rivers, and his band of hopefuls.  Believing the press, just not translated to victory on the field.  A team that was only in the playoffs because of a blown call in the last game of the season, and whose fan base multiplied because they were in the playoffs.  Where were these fans when they needed to sell out to be televised?  Try that one in Oakland.  Why is it whenever the team’s owners don’t get their way, they threaten to go to LA-why don’t we let them?  Can you see the Chargers in baby blues in LA?  It was too tough for the Raiders in black!  But every year America’s Finest City is help hostage again, with the hope that temporarily enough fans will show up to support them.  Maybe they should look to Green Bay, where the fans own the team-for some real leadership.  And ask yourself, why did Eli Manning tell San Diego he wouldn’t play for them if drafted?  The pressures of the NY press were easy to take against the apathy of San Diego.  And he has only been the MVP twice in two Super Bowls.  Watched on TV by Charger fans.  So why is it that the Chargers never seem to measure up-is it the team, or it it the fans?  Which came first, the chicken or the egg?  The chicken-says so right here in Genesis.  So it starts with the team-or is it chicken fans?  Where are all the Charger shirts we saw everyone wearing last Friday, on this sunny Monday morning?  Put away with the Bolo ties for another 4 years.  Ask yourself, what self respecting fan wears bolos, they are for cowboys-and not just in Dallas.  Perhaps the real price of fan loyalty will be found on Ebay later this month, when Charger memorabilia will be sold for cheap to buy new surf boards and sun tan lotion.  Trendy yuppies-just like San Diego football-no depth at all-but for a few weeks....
Life has shown us a great admiration for those who have great stats.  But great stats don’t win games, outscoring the opponent does.  And although great stats may mean a bonus for next year’s contract, we still play the game to win.  I think.  And while so many in the warm weather will talk of how many yards Rivers threw for, how many yards #24 had, they too will be watching the Super Bowl at home, along with their few remaining fans.  Try that one in New England, in below zero temps.  Try that one in Dallas...fans to the end.  Remember the Alamo?  Sorry, that was San Antonio.  Bear fans, Saint fans, who have something to cheer about, a quarterback and running back cast off from here, who just happened to win a Super Bowl there.  What about the Seahawks and their 12th man fan base?  Too much latte-it certainly isn’t the uniforms.  And it is repeated in towns like Washington, DC, Chicago, Miami, Pittsburg, and San Francisco.  Just not here...
Temporary fans are nothing new, even outside of football.  In the pre-NFL days of Jesus, the week of Passover He was led into town victoriously.  Parties everywhere, t-shirt sales must have been booming.  The King is coming-the King is here.  God heard our prayers, and He has sent us a savior.  But one week later, just before the big game, they turned on Him.  You see they wanted a victory over the Romans, freedom from the physical, not the spiritual.  The disciples were even made up of men who were anarchists, wanting to overthrow the Roman government.  And then there was Jesus.  And soon all the fake fans, the last week fans were gone, turned against Him, cheering for the local government team, in hope that they wouldn’t be remembered with Him.  Even the night before His death, Peter, leader and tough guy, was talked down by a teen age girl.  And the night after His death, 10 of the remaining 11 were to be found hiding out in the upper room, doors locked, afraid for their lives.  All but one, who was later mislabelled as a Doubter, it was Thomas out looking for His Lord, looking for answers.  He wanted proof...he got a bad rap.  No temporary fan he.  What made these men huddle together, and then go out changing the world like no others since? What was it that made John the Beloved from John, the brother of James, the Sons of Thunder, anarchists.  What made the others devote themselves to Jesus, despite threats of death, and finally all being martyred to death.  Sewn in half, crucified upside down, flayed alive, with only John dying of old age-after being boiled alive in oil, and left to die on Patmos.  What was it that made them loyal fans?  Was it the shirts?  The stickers?  Maybe the banners, or a relaxed Friday where they all dressed in home colors?  Or was it something unseen, that the part time fans didn’t see...but that can only be seen in the spirit?
Many lost fans of Jesus out there today.  Part timers, going with the trend, whatever makes them feel good.  Yuppie theology, gotta look good.  But without a change of heart, without the touch of the Holy Spirit, you are just hiding out, maybe not in an upper room, maybe in plain sight, just with others like you so you aren’t noticed.  Maybe even in a Chargers shirt-hoping for next season.  But how many are really looking for Jesus like Thomas was?  Who were not found hiding, who want proof before they make a commitment?  And who, when they do, are fans for life?  If Jesus ran an ad for the missing followers, the fans, how would you respond?  Would you even respond?  How many will pick up their cross and follow Jesus, knowing that every game will not be a victory, but that you will win in the Super Bowl of life?  Just one game-but it takes a lifetime of seasons to get there.  Some will put up stats, gaining praise from fellow members, but missing God.  Some will struggle and barely get in, but will still get in.  Fans to the end.  So where are all the Charger shirts today?  Better yet, where is your witness of Jesus?  Win on Sunday, sell on Monday.  True fans never leave.  See ad above. 
love with compassion,
Mike
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