decades of cars

The movie American Graffiti made stars of many of its actors, and of its producer, George Lucas.  But as famous as they are/were, to me it was always about the cars, and the times we enjoyed them in.  And how that certain vehicle will be remembered long after the dates that occupied the seat next to you in it.  As I was pondering cars I’ve owned, I can trace my ownership back for seven decades, from the forties to the new millenium.  A lot has changed in those 7 decades, I wonder how much I changed along the way with them.  Se how you relate, and if you changed too.

These are not in order of ownership, but by year.  Or remembered.  Seems as the price went up, many times the age of the vehicle went down.  We owned a 1949 Ford F-3, a heavy duty 3/4 ton pickup.  It was really rated as a 1 ton, except for the fact it only had single rear wheels.  It hauled wood for a few years in Colorado, and we sold it when moving into a house with a heater.  $900 when purchased, $900 when sold. A cool old truck, wish I had never sold it.  I once owned a 1950 Buick Special 4 door sedan, a true barn find, before barn finds were the thing.  I found it on the back row of a Mazda lot, and for $600 was mine.  The brothers who had found it in their grandmother’s garage had it cleaned up, new wide whites, and the interior looked like new.  Cool car for cruising in, it was sold to continue an education I never finished.  I’m still a sucker for those toothy 1950 Buicks today.

A 1969 BMW 1600 was my first car, bought used from my dad.  Back when BMW meant “British what” it was cool among sports car guys, and those who read Road & Track.  But it went the way of a new Rabbit in 1975, which was sold for a 1973 Chevy van, customized by Garry for an engineering project, which was later sold when I moved west.  My other car from the sixties was a 1963 Chevy Greenbrier van, based on the Corvair.  $300 I never did pay off, it sat in the back row of Lou’s Garage with others waiting for parts or the owners to come up with money.  Clyde bought it back for the $200 I owed him, if only I had had the money, it was cool even then, sadly vans aren’t any more.  But my favorite car of the sixties was the 1967 Cadillac Sedan DeVille, the $1000 dream of a young man.  It was fast, would outdrag Trans Ams of the time, 1977-78, got 6 miles per gallon no matter how I drove it, so I drove it fast.  The proverbial little old lady car, it wasn’t in my hands.  Sold when Theresa and I got married, traded for a 1978 Rabbit.  She kept running over curbs in the Cadi-land yacht, oh the good old days. 

The eighties brought many cars, a 1981 Chevy Citation X-11, the hi-po version.  Traded straight across for a 1983 Escort, we had a family then, only to find out a drunk driver had run into it totaling it.  A great repair job, but the engine blew in Texas.  Where we bought a used 1984 Thunderbird, our first T Bird.  The new aero Bird, it was later traded, and the list goes on.  Today the list ends at 2003 with the Ranger, but the memories and the “glad I bought it, wished I had never sold it, want it back again “ saga continues.  We put more miles on our bikes than our cars, so we keep them.  Cars have become a novelty for us, we travel by motorcycle, and a 13 year old truck and 15 year old car don’t seem so old.  Today when we see 1991 cars considered classic by the 25 year old rule, our used cars will be classics someday.  Who would have thought it when we bought them? 

But as sure as faces and dates fade over time, we remember the car we had.  The 1972 MG I went to UNM in.  The 1973 El Camino I hauled my first dirt bike in.  Our first Mustang, a 1986 GT convertible, the top went down in May, back up in November.  When it rained, we took the other car.  The trip to Novato one Christmas in it.  Not sure of the year, but traded it for a used 1995 T Bird.  The cars we dated in, loved on, kept running despite lack of funds, we can remember them, the good times in them, just not the dates.  Which is OK, no one will hold you to them, the true test is the times remembered.  Of barely making payments, of the repairs and tune ups, and of course the road trips, the memories that each one provided.  Suddenly when the memories are included, the purchase price and upkeep becomes less expensive, almost a bargain.  If only we knew then what we do now, would it really have made a difference?

Many will criticize the Bible as being inaccurate when it comes to dates.  Yet will compare it to a non-God inspired record for comparison.  Josephus, a Greek historian, has given the Bible a great deal of credibility due to his writings.  But shouldn’t it be the other way around, God proving man right or wrong?  Yet the more men have tried to find errors in scripture, the more accurate it has become to them.  The dates mentioned if not exact years, coincide with history, and when read contemporarily, would have been dismissed as false.  But weren’t, truth winning out.  So some read the Bible for historic reasons, some for edification.  Both true, but we need to remember all scripture, the Bible is inspired by God.  And the same spirit that inspired it is needed to make it become real today.  How many when lost would espouse the Bible made no sense, yet after Jesus comes into their lives see it come alive?  How can we read for hours, when once a few minutes seemed like an eternity?  How can old words thousands of years old still be relevant today?  Does God get old like our cars do?

Like cars, many times I can remember the things God has done in my life, but not the dates.  The dates may fade, but Jesus never does.  He is as real today as when I first met him 41 years ago.  Driving the 1973 Chevy van, my R90S at home in the garage.  If life can be remembered by the cars or motorcycles, how much more important is it to remember where you were in Christ at the time?  The testimonies we didn’t know we were making, how we missed God in our midst until afterwards, and how what he did then influenced our next days.  American Graffiti may have been a life changing experience for its stars, but the true life changing experience is when Jesus Christ comes into our lives.  I can remember my BC days, but my AD days far out number them, and yet I can see how Jesus took me through those times while I was yet a sinner, in rebellion.  Maybe it is the memories rather than the sheet metal they are surrounded in that make the old cars so valuable, to make us want to go back to those times with what we know now.  Only in Christ do we have a future to look forward too.  Decades of memories behind, an eternity ahead.

But what of today?  Where are you in Christ?  Where is Jesus in your life?  Today is not only the day of salvation, but a great day to be saved.  God does not promise us tomorrow, but does eternity.  Which are you basing your future on?  Are you still making payments on a life style hoping to earn your way to heaven, or are you accepting the free gift of salvation?  Is your life all about you, or all about Jesus?  We talk of the good old days, they are still here, today.  Influencing tomorrow.  What are your memories of Jesus?  Do you remember him more than the cars of your past?  Is lurking in your 1960’s body a new spirit or just an old motor in need of repairs?  Time passes, don’t let time with Jesus in your life pass.  We may not recall the dates, but we should never forget Jesus.  A true barn find if there ever was one, and one who makes an eternal impact on your life.  Only in Christ will you truly say “glad I found him, glad he saved me, and I never want to go back again.”  Cars like the grass and memories may whither, aren’t you glad Jesus never does?

Seven decades of cars, five decades of being saved.  What a long, strange trip it has been.  Just make sure you have a today to look back on tomorrow.

love with compassion,

Mike

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if it has a skirt or wheels you can expect trouble-part 3, skirts and wheels

After two days of too much sun, too much fun, not enough sleep, and spending time with her family, Sunday night we were back at her parents house, and we went out for dinner.  Still echoing in my ear was “did you tell him yet?” and the suspense was building.  Maybe tonight I would find out and her mom would go onto other subjects.  Catching an early movie, the dark and cool was welcomed to these eyes, the 3d movie “Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein,” the 3d effects were great, especially the part of walking through the forest and ducking the trees, we ducked.  But Ginger was obviously ducking something, and at dinner she opened up.  She was pregnant, going to marry her boyfriend, the baby’s father, so we would have to break up.  I didn’t even know we were going out!  I was just visiting, her parents had her invite me, obviously I had missed something in the translation.  It may have been the lack of surprise over breaking up, or the fact she was pregnant, or she was getting married, but it changed the mood of the meal.  She was obviously not hungry after, I was.  Why pass up a free steak dinner her dad was paying for?  And now I knew, I had been told, and I was OK with it.  What did she expect me to do or say?  So as I sat chewing, she told me she had only found out Friday, and her and her boyfriend decided to marry sometime Friday evening.  Somewhere between me oiling the garage floor and my getting lost in the woods.  I can’t tell you why, but I felt relief, it wasn’t my problem, and a relationship I didn’t know I was in was over.  So after dinner we went home, spent more time with her family, and I went to bed early, like before the dawn.  I slept well, after being consoled by her mother, who felt sorry for me, not for the 700 mile ride in the rain, but because her daughter had broken up with me.  Broken my heart, which wasn’t.  I apparently was holding up well in the situation.  A family secret I care not to know more about, I already knew too much.  Somehow I had avoided the skirt giving me a problem, I still had 700 miles of wheels to go.

With a final good bye of “you sure are taking it well,” I said good byes and headed northeast, back the way I came.  Watching my speed, I had plenty of time and daylight.  I was feeling free, and grinning and not knowing why, and Ohio was almost behind me, when two guys with girls on back of their Harleys came up and challenged me.  Showing off their powerful V-twins for their buddy seat sitters, they gave me a look, and challenged me.  So I accepted, sprinting ahead so fast I had to wait for them to catch up.  BMW’s may have been the Cadillac of motorcycles, this was one fast Cadillac.  We were riding side by side, taking up both east bound lanes of I-76, when over a rise the road was blocked, and escorting traffic into a rest area for a license check.  The three of us were pointed to one side, and a group of Ohio Patrol types surrounded us.  The Harley guys were getting tickets, the two men looking at my bike curiously.  And I started to babble, “I don’t know who these guys are, they kept chasing me until you saw us.  I’m a film producer from New York, (I worked for a company who produced/made film in Yonkers,)and I was having front end wobbles.  This is a race bike and I was going about 100 mph to test it out, which is what the factory advises.”  A bit of a stretch of the truth there.  As I pointed to a fork leak, the Sergeant rubbed his glove over the oil, smelled it and said “son the speed limit in Ohio is 55, I’m going to have to give you a warning for 102 mph.”  I’m not sure how many miles it took for the shock to wear off, my last view in my mirrors was the Harley riders obviously mad and pointing and yelling.  400 miles later and I was home.  55 never felt so slow.

God once told me life was all about relationships, and your life would be based upon how your relationship with him was.  Who he was, where he was in your life, and how he influenced it.  God played an important part in the Job household, we all know about his trials, but religion has not been kind to his wife.  One statement of hers, branding her as an infidel for life.  But after reading the whole conversation recorded for us, we can see a different thought or attitude.  When she blurted out “why don’t you curse God and die?” she too had lost her family, her wealth, her home, and was watching her husband die.  Rather than accuse him of following a God who had turned on him, she was maybe advising him “just let him take you.”  And me too.  But his reply tells us more, “you are talking like a foolish woman.”  Not you are a foolish woman, but talking like one, out of character for you.  He was offering help in the midst of his turmoil, showing her love and compassion.  Leave it to religion to brand her incorrectly.  How would your perfect pastor interpret it when he is being tried as Job was?  Or is his walk so weak, is yours, that God would never brag on you before the universe?  We will never know the whole essence or words of the conversation, we need the spirit to guide us with what we are given.  But a God of love, who loved us so much he sent his son to die for us would not abandon us or Job in times of need.  It is the tough times we draw closer to God, where we see who Jesus really is and can share in his suffering, seeing a side of him we don’t if never tried.  Those who study to find themselves approved by man or a church miss this, only in the spirit do you recognize the Valley of the Shadow of Death, but that Jesus is walking with you, or in many cases carrying you.  Just lean on him, and let him be God.  Just be still, and know he is God.  While others tried to diagnose Job’s situation, incorrectly, he was still and let God be God. Just like we do, right?

In 3 days I had ridden 1400 miles, half in rain, been stopped in Ohio 3 times over 100 mph, and never received any tickets.  Some who believe don’t ride any faster than your angel can fly would claim it was angels guarding me.  If so, I have a certified 100 mph hour angel.  Some would trust to luck, calling it good, the Porsche driver and Harley riders may argue that.  Greater minds than mine can debate that.  All I can say is like the blind man given his sight, “I was blind and now I can see.  I don’t know whether he is good or bad, but now I see.”  And within a year I would see Jesus in a different way, salvation.  And how he protected me and still does, my testimony of him still building. For just like Job’s wife, even if Job she did tell him to curse God and die out of spite, God still loved him, God’s love not based on performance, but who he is.  We love him because he loved us first.

I never heard from Ginger, or about her after that.  It has been over 40 years since, I hope she had a good life.  That she got better at relationships.  That her family stayed together despite a difficult start.  She thought I was in a relationship I never was in, don’t face life in Christ the same way.  Jesus is real, at 100 mph, on a sailboat, or even at a rest stop.  Bigger than 3d, he made 3d, and other dimensions we have no idea of.  He is God, he is love, and he loves us.  And is just looking for a way to show it.  So don’t curse him, look for him.  See him in all things, for it takes all things to work together to make good.  Don’t wait too long, or miss a chance to show the love of Christ to one in need.  After 2 full days and one night of “did you tell him yet?” the message set me free, from something I didn’t even know I was part of.  So when I got home, I called Ohio to let them know I had made it.  Talking with her mother.  And sent a bouquet of flowers as I did when dating.  But not to Ginger, again her mother.  Yes, I had been told, and sadly maybe the only one who was listening.  Consider yourself told about Jesus.  Are you listening?

love with compassion,

Mike

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if it has a skirt or wheels you can expect trouble, part 2, wheels

On every journey, every ride, there is a point of no return.  Looking back we see the places provided where we could turn around and go back, but kept on going regardless of the outcome.  I had passed that point by a few hundred miles, despite the rain and the cold.  Even to the point of picking up a hitch hiker while filling up along I-80, something I never do, let alone on a motorcycle.  In the rain.  But he insisted, and I gave in, and for an hour he got soaked like me.  I finally let him off, he resisted, I guess he really was going somewhere or being chased, and on I went.  Into Ohio, and looking for gas got off the interstate and got lost.  Only to be led out of a wooded area by a county sheriff, who told me “this is the kind of area people go in and never come out.”  Like I said, past the point of no return.  But on I rode, the sun coming up behind me, blinding me in my mirrors.  Still early, but now dry and cold, a Porsche comes up behind me, then pulls aside of me and wants to race.  I engaged him for awhile, but it was no contest for my R90S.  And at over 100, I ducked behind a truck when I saw the Ohio State Trooper, and he went by, flipping me off, thinking he had won.  An hour later when pulled over by the same trooper, he was handcuffed in the back seat, yelling “that’s the guy, that’s the guy” in reference to me.  I claimed I never saw him before, and the cop let me go, reminding me the speed limit in Ohio is 55, not the 110 mph the Porsche owner had been arrested for.  And on I rode...

Until just outside Columbus I was making time, drying out but cold.  The two jackets I was wearing soaked, and then the second trooper appeared.  I saw him first, so I rode directly over to him in the center median.  As he rolled down the window, I asked him, “I’m lost, is this the way to Dayton?”  As he answered yes, he also wanted to see my license.  He had clocked me at 111, and with no Porsche driver to blame, I told him to help me pull off my glove.  Which he did, my hand stained black, looked like Herman Munster’s with black fingernails, and all shriveled up from the rain.  I was shaking, and he let me off.  Reminding me to drop my speed again to 55.  Which I assured him I would as I struggled to put on my glove.  And rode off, only an hour to my destination. 

I arrived around 9am, in time for breakfast, and I was glad to be there.  After eating with the family, and her mother asking “when are you going to tell him?” a few times, off we went to the lake.  With no sleep, I went sail boating, and was OK all day.  But Ginger was acting aloof, not herself.  Maybe it was me, maybe the ride, maybe nothing.  I would have a bombshell dropped on me by her later that night at dinner.  And find out why her mother kept asking “when are you going to tell him?”  Exhausted physically, that was about to be joined by emotionally too.

Not much is said about the conversation between Noah and his family when God asked him to build the ark.  He was 600 at the time, and faced with the fact he had been given a job from a God you couldn’t see, to gain protection from rain that had never occurred, it must have been tough on them all.  We know that Noah was given a hard time for the 120 years it took to build the ark, but what his wife.  I can hear the gossip, “Hey Mrs. N, how’s the weather today? Going boating?”  Or the things not said to her face, and how even her closest friends may have left her under pressure.  How would you feel if your daughter came home and wanted to date one of his sons?  “No way, that old man is nuts.  So are his kids and wife.  You stay away, I forbid you.”  But yet three women did, and married into Noah’s family, and would join him on the ark.  How sad that his in-laws came so close, they were family, but rejected his message.  And when the rains came, it was too late. 

Twelve men, who came under fire for following Jesus, and would ultimately be martyred stayed loyal.  One didn’t, and often he seems to be remembered most.  How often we talk of those who died and had rejected Jesus, but fail to rejoice about those who are saved and follow him.  How many times have we been asked by others when dealing with a lost friend “when are you going to tell him?” My experience is to let the spirit guide me, but others tend to rush in, Bible in one hand and a Jesus stick in the other, wanting to beat them into salvation.  When we neglect or are taught improperly to be that witness for others to see Jesus in.  To show love, compassion, respect, and courtesy.  To be light and salt, yet many come at us with their high beams on blinding us, or dumping salt on our wounds.  Remember it wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark, don’t wait until it is too late.  We all must know at least one person who needs love and affection? 

But yet Judas is remembered even more, or rather his death is.  How many know of how the other 11 died?  10?  Even one?  But yet we all know how Jesus died, and for what.  Shouldn’t that be enough to want to share his love with others, the same love that changed you?  It may be as close as the in-laws of Noah, who rejected God, don’t you.  And love on your wife and kids too, don’t preach at them.  There is a reason they stray, don’t you be it.  But be there when they fall, and the rains are knocking at the door.  Do not block them out.  Jesus knocks not be let in, but because he was locked out of the church.  And he threw up because he was sickened by it.  But yet he knocks today...

Skirts and wheels come in all shapes and sizes.  Tomorrow find out what Ginger was going to tell me, and how it affected my life.  My walk, and my ride.  I had escaped getting ticketed for riding over 100 mph twice, would I again?  Would I even be so foolish?  Would I ever get any sleep?  Would I get on the ark or make fun of it?  Would you?

love with compassion,

Mike

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if it has a skirt or wheels it will give you trouble, skirts part 1

Her name was Ginger, and the daughter of the best friend of my mother in high school.  We were all meeting back at my cousin’s wedding in Pennsylvania, and they were catching up after many years, of course bragging on who had better kids.  We would all meet the next day at my cousin’s wedding, and meet, Ginger’s mom more excited than mine.  And meet we did, just before the wedding, and Ginger and I hit it off.  Only problem my girlfriend of 3 years was with me...and the old saying if it wears a skirt or has wheels it will let you down was about to become true to me.  She was pretty, and interested in me, which of course built my ego to an unsurpassed high.  Which led me on, despite the fact I was very happy with my girlfriend.  I could see the trouble coming, I just didn’t know it was here already.

She was in town, about an hour ride for another week, and since I was between jobs, I started one the day after she left, I went up to visit.  And we had fun, but with her mother cheerleading for us to get together.  I was just visiting...or so I thought.  And then we spent another day together, and she was serious, I was stupid. 

She left and went back to Ohio, 700 miles and two states away, and we wrote to each other.  In these pre email and cell phone days, you paid big by the minute, and mail it was.  A few weeks went by, and she was telling me of how her family was going to the lake by her for the weekend, and how much fun I would have.  But she was still 700 miles and two states away, but it was a 3 day weekend....So on the Friday night of Labor Day, around 7pm, I decided to go.  A ride with a present on the end was too much temptation, and I gave in.  But my R90S needed an oil change, the bike got better care than my love life, and I drained the oil, and refilled it.  Or rather watched it run out where I had forgotten to replace the drain plug, two quarts of Valvoline 10-40 lubing the floor.  After the customary cussing and anger, I went to look for oil, finally finding an auto parts store closed, but the owner just leaving and opened up for me.  My mind was racing,and every problem just made me want to leave even more.  All common sense had left me at this point, and by 9 pm, the oil was securely where it was intended to be, I was packed, and off to Ohio, western Ohio, some 700 miles away from New Jersey.  Oh, the things we do for love....or was it just lust?

More than one man has been smitten by a pretty face, and the promise of love.  Sampson was such a one, whose recorded in the Hall of Faith chapter in Hebrews.  We all know the story of his long hair, and how as a judge in Israel was forbidden by laws from certain things.  But when he fell for Delilah, a foreigner, he gave in.  He was in love, she was in it for a different reason.  And he wanted her bad, which is how it all turned out.  He touched a dead thing, a lion when he saw a honey comb in it.  Touching anything dead was heresy to the Jews.  And as a priest, big time trouble.  He drank wine, only a little, which also was forbidden.  How many make the excuse before it is too late?  Even today?  And finally she cut his hair, and he lost his strength.  She had won, and now blinded, had to be led around.  Thousands of years ago skirts and wheels was still a problem.  But God had promised him a victory, which he would win.  God’s promises are always true.  And blinded, he pulled down the pillars once his hair had grown back and his strength returned.  Being killed in the action....never seeing the victory or celebrating it that God had promised.  And yet, he is known as a man of faith?  How do we compare?

God knows our heart, and loves us anyway.  He also knows the plans he has for us, if only we would listen.  When he sent Jesus to reunite us and forgive our sins, it was past, present, and the future-forever.  All sins as if they had never existed.  And ours are today still forgiven in the same way.  And God has promises for us, if we turn to him.  When we are led by his spirit instead of our own lustful desires, we see all the blessings.  We get the victories in life and get closer to him.  But we get hung up on our sin, too many saying “you don’t know what I’ve done, God can never forgive me...” and they doubt God and his word.   And bring bitterness and sadness into many other lives because of it.  No sin is singular, or personal.  It effects others we may never know about.  But all are forgivable.  We need to forgive ourselves and move on.

Sampson did, but had gone too far.  He saw the signs, but didn’t heed the warnings.  I didn’t that summer either, and leaving that night was about to be trouble.  If only it was the rain, I could have ridden in it.  But other dangers lay ahead down the road, blinded by lust I rode on.  I didn’t know it then, I would be saved a year later, but God was looking out for me.  While still a sinner, he loved me.  Tomorrow find out the wheels part....and what laid ahead for me.  If only I had learned the lesson of Sampson, my Delilah was waiting.

love with compassion,

Mike

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leaven me alone

Frank Sinatra sung of how he did it “My Way.”  Many entrepreneurs are said to be “self made men.”  In sports we hear of men who “carry the team.”  And we look up to those who overcame adversity and did it without any help.  A kid from a poor family that strikes it rich.  An expression from the 1960’s tells of those helping themselves by reaching down and pulling themselves “up by the bootstraps.”  A batter may be “down in the count,” a running back needs “second effort,” and all throughout life we are told to “never give up.”  Which Winston Churchill made famous in his six word speech, “never give up, never , never, never.”  Then sat down.  In life, and especially today, it is all about us, how we need to instill pride in ourselves, our schools, in our families.  We take pride in America, of a job well done.  Just put up a picture, the first person you look for is you.  But sadly, in real life it is just the opposite, we need others, we need help, assistance, and we dread being alone.  But there is a time and place for both, as the Bible tells us.

Leaven, which means to cause to swell, is often referred to in the Bible along with sin.  The Feast of Unleavened Bread is associated with Passover, as they were told to only eat bread with no yeast, no leaven in it, to remember them of their exodus.  They were even told to remove it from their homes, lest they be tempted.  But God was trying to show them a deeper, a more spiritual model for their lives, and how leaven may cause bread to rise, but also egos.  And get between them and God.

Why is it a pat on the back swells the head up?  We are told to be self sufficient, we used to laugh over an aspirin commercial when growing up, “Mother please, I’d rather do it myself!”  We want all the credit, all the praise, and if someone offers assistance, we get offended.  When Old Blue Eyes sang of doing his way, he neglected to recognize all those who helped along the way, all those who made the recording, and all the breaks he was given.  Along with a great voice from God, in which he had no say.  Jesus spoke of hypocrisy like this, the spirit of leaven, and we all are guilty of it.  We like to take credit, to cross the finish line alone.  But ask any NASCAR racer, and he will tell you many a race is won or lost in the pits, by his crew.  Even pretending or stretching the truth to give ourselves recognition is this leaven.  Fortunately when we come to Christ, we find out we can do all things in Christ who strengthens me.  You have, haven’t you?

Some are fatalists, whatever is going to happen will happen.  So why do they pray?  When faced with the golden rule, he who has the gold rules, they use power and money to dictate getting their own way.  Based on things, he who dies with the most toys still dies.  Ecclesiastes tells  us the rich man never has enough, and doesn’t sleep worrying about it.  They believe they have a special blessing from God for success, and it is their responsibility to use it for good, mostly theirs.  Again Jesus warns “be wary lest ye fall.”  A new understanding of fatal when they fall and no one is there to rescue them.

Remember the Sadducees?  How sad you see, they didn’t believe in the supernatural, or a divine deity, rejecting Jesus.  Everything can be explained by feel, sight, taste, sound, or smell.  If it can be sensed, it can be explained.  Sound like anyone you know?  An answer to every question.  Maybe a good Jeopardy contestant.  Yet they had no power over life and death, just as you had no say in the day you were born,or the day you will die.  But you have some say of the in between, where Jesus allows you the choice of heaven or hell.  And the faith to know the difference between the two, both unseen.  Only Jesus can raise the dead, and in him we will be resurrected also.  So from politics to who goes first, to who gets the best seat, to who gets the corner office, we have a choice, but only in Christ.  It is called his will, and every time I hear a no, it is because a better yes is coming.  He has plans for us, so we need to listen.  Next time you ride in the mountains, many curves you cannot see around, but he sees what’s ahead.  Like the rocks in the road, or the old pickup going 15 mph.  Or the cop with the radar, or a beautiful waterfall to stop and share.  Only Jesus gives us a view of what’s ahead, and gives us the choice.

So when someone claims “leave me alone, I can do it myself,” take the stand of leaven me alone.  We need a savior, God sent Jesus.  We need to guided, comforted, and forgiven, he left his spirit.  We need hope and future, only in Christ are these things found.  For he who thinks if he has the most things he wins, he still dies.  The things seen are temporal, like that new bike that is old when next year’s models come out.  But the things not seen are eternal.  So we walk by faith, not by sight, and will be eternally rewarded.  When you are free of leaven, you have freedom in Christ.  The truth will and has set you free.  Next time you feel important or indispensible, fill a bucket with water, and note the level.  Then put your hand in, remove it and see how much the level changes.  It doesn’t.  But your hand is wet and needs to be dried, so you ask for a towel.  Out of gas, you are glad when helps arrives.  When the chef cooks your steak just right.  When doctor says your operation was a success.  Less dependence on self, more on the Lord.  Who has been his counselor?  I don’t see your hand going up....or do I? 

love with compassion,

Mike

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