Ham and eggs

My friend John used to have a very fast car, made from the choicest speed equipment money could buy, or that he could borrow.  Disguised as a blue 2 door Chevelle, this 1967 family sedan with skinny white walls prowled the streets of our area for awhile.  Even looking at it from the rear, in this day of GTO’s, SS396’s, GTX and Road Runners, Boss Mustangs, and 442’s, it showed off its single exhaust, when dual exhausts meant power.  Stock looking from every angle, it was the car to beat, as under its hood was a race engine, a back up engine from a drag racer.  No one was really sure about engine size, as the hood was kept locked and without the obligatory hood pins popular at the time.  The only clue was from the motor that idled funny, almost like it was about to stall at times.  But when the light turned green, this 3 on the tree family car shut down the competition.  Many out of town cars were embarrassed, and soon the word was to look out for this 4 door sleeper.  But it was never raced for pinks or for cash, just winning the race and seeing the look of embarrassment on the opponents face was enough.  I rode in it a few times, never in a race though, and it was fast, the cost of admission a fill up with Sunoco 260, draining my wallet of almost $4.00 while filling the tank with race gas from the pump.  It was fast, but one night at the track its weakness was discovered.

Running in a stock modified class, it had once run in the low tens, fast at the time, and John was heading there that night.  We were all excited to see just what it would do, and he had a great hole shot, had almost a car length on his lane mate, then missed the first to second shift, finishing way behind and running in the 15 second range. All that power came down to who was doing the driving, and one missed shift was to become its legacy.  Not much was seen of it afterwards, and no one dared ask “what’ll she do?” for those of us there that night knew.  You are only as good as your record, and the record that night was of first loser.  The car was just as fast, and whoever inherited it probably knew that, but that one night is how we remember it.  All the other wins meant nothing after that, and it faded into history, probably more of a legend in Jersey, until the next fast sleeper was born.

We discussed the age old question of what came first, the chicken or the egg?  Without fail our group answered the chicken, and based on scripture they were correct.  God created all the creatures great and small, then commanded them to go forth and multiply, advice still given today to newlyweds. Sadly the only book where you never find sex before marriage is in the dictionary, as they practice the procedure before entering the race.  But from the eggs we get a new generation, and each new generation has a basis on an older one.  Like ham and eggs, alone they are OK, but together they make a meal.  And one Mordecai Ham, an evangelist almost one hundred years ago exists today as an important historical man in the life of one man who shaped generations, and still has an impact today.  Bill Graham was a young man when he heard Mordecai preach the gospel, and when it touched his heart, he gave it over to Jesus.  The eggs of hope that Ham had sewn when mixed with the holy spirit had created in Billy a new creature, and he was born again.  And his impact as evangelist, diplomat, advisor to presidents, and his seed of Anne and Franklin carry on today.  One egg of ham, when fertilized by the spirit, gave birth to others, and today his crusades still fill stadiums, and in only a few minutes he can share the gospel with thousands responding.  Much like the sleeper Chevelle, the power of the gospel was found to be patient, waiting for the right moment, and when needed, gives all the power you need.  But also like the Chevelle, in the wrong hands it has no effect, and is only words.  It takes the spirit to drive it, and when spirit driven we see lives changed.  And it works through people like Mordecai Ham and others, who have a place in our salvation, who take the time to share Jesus with us.  Nothing special about us, it is the message of hope that Jesus saves and forgives we share. No special preaching, no fanfare needed, only the spirit moving on our lives, giving us a choice to make, life in Jesus or death and hell.  You may be fast and quick, have it all together, but like John found out when tested, one missed shift will follow you forever.  And you will only be remembered for what you did, becoming who you are.  Mordecai shared Jesus with Billy, after someone shared with him.  And he passes it on, do you?  Remember the first time you heard, are you still excited?  Do you share that excitement today?  Or are you still known as the fast car that lost when the flag dropped, who missed one shift and came in second?  Are you powered by the spirit?  Does your life reflect Christ and his love, or are hiding it all under the hood, your reputation louder than your actions?  Is there anything about your daily life that would cause you to be accused of being a Christian?  Are you ham and eggs, or eggs and ham, putting the eggs first, reversing the order.  I wonder if Billy ever wondered what eggs would be like without Ham?

We are only as strong as our weakest link, ourselves.  But we find all we need in Christ, and in meekness, getting his power of love to the ground, we see lives changed.  Through us, but by his spirit.  Some cars look fast, some sound fast, some are sleepers.  When the flag drops and the competition is the toughest, who do you turn to?  Billy turned to Ham, who turned him to Jesus.  Never will ham and eggs be the same. 

When we were created God placed in us an appetite for him that nothing but the spirit can satisfy.  Eggs alone and ham alone aren’t a meal.  It takes the spirit to satisfy, the perfect meal when the hunger no longer exists, where we are filled with the spirit, and will never hunger or thirst again.  One Samaritan woman at the well can testify to that water.  And Billy can testify because of the Ham.  Getting more religion and feeling less filled?  Maybe a new diet of Jesus and his spirit is all you need.  The seeds have been planted, now let God provide the growth.  The chicken came first, then the egg.  But in the beginning it was the spirit that gave the earth its shape.  If your life is unfulfilled, maybe a plate of Ham and eggs is all you need.  Over easy, or even scrambled, Jesus will feed you to overflowing. 

Something to consider when the flag drops, one missed shift can change your whole life, one decision for Christ will rescue it.  Father, son, and holy spirit, the only names in the race of humans you ever need to know. You may stumble over the chicken and the egg, but never forget Jesus came first, he created both the chicken and the egg.  And will be with us forever.  Now about that omelette....

love with compassion,

Mike

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one night not in Charlotte

Boone, North Carolina is more than just a beautiful mountain town.  There is no bad road leading to or from Boone if you ride a motorcycle, and even if you don’t.  To some it  is a college town, the home of Appalachian State University, to others it is a great small town to act as a get away for hiking trails, to those of us who ride the twisties one of the roads leading to “the Snake,”  more turns and less traffic than the Dragon.  And I have ridden it twice, with only one of four roads left untried.  A pleasant surprise on a cool, spring day escaping the curse of I-40.  But my next trip to Boone was to visit the Billy Graham Library, which I figured naturally to be in Boone, since that is where Billy lives and grew up.  So with careful planning and great excitement, it was off to Boone we went.

Arriving on a day where it poured, even by their standards.  We had a motel room, so we had a dry and safe place to stay, but arriving in town had us finding shelter under a gas station awning.  The convenience store adjacent to it, was a place to hang for a few minutes, and we asked where the BGL was, and  no one there had heard of it.  Surely Boone’s favorite son’s library was known, it had even been sponsored on TV.  But both clerks, and other customers all shook their head at the wet So Cal bikers, they must have thought we were nuts, and maybe we are, but I was sure someone had to know.  I mean Billy Graham, his home town.....

So after checking in, and drying off, we turned on the TV and watched the local news.  The big story was of the dangerous weather in Charlotte some 120 miles to the east.  It seems over 600 lightning bolts had hit the ground in just over an hour, we were sure glad we weren’t riding there that afternoon.  But still seeking the library, we asked the clerks, and even other guests at the hospitality gathering at the motel, surely someone would know, and someone did.  The BGL wasn’t in Boone, the reason no one would know where it was, it was and is in Charlotte, and if I had been smart and researched it better, we would have been too.  In town just in time for the 600 lightning bolts to use us as a target while riding in.  No better target in a lightning storm than a motorcycle on a highway in the rain, and in my ignorance, the Lord had used it to protect us.  I had prayed asking “Lord where is it?” and never got an answer with directions, I would have headed there.  That was the desired destination.  But his silence and the silence of others to my single request may have saved our lives.  At best it would have been a lousy ride.  But God knew, as he always does, what is best for us. and a simple detour to us, was his plan for our safety all the time.  And a reward of riding the Snake the next morning.  Maybe giving me a new insight as to why when God says no, or is quiet, it is just to get us to slow down and spend the night, seeking shelter from the storm.  In him.

That one night not in Charlotte gave me new insight to the Lord and his direction.  And how even without us being aware, he is looking out for us.  Even when we appear to know where we are going, but really are lost or misdirected, he is still guiding our paths.  But to know where to go and how to get there, we need direction.  And the best place to start is “where are you?”  The first question you ask someone when they ask for directions.  If you don’t know where you are, you have no starting point, and any direction can be wrong.  And with people, we need first to admit we are sinners.  If we don’t think we are, why would we need a savior?  The world around is enough to show of how low we have sunk, but we also have the holy spirit directing us, telling us “you need Jesus,” not an argument for Bible scholars, a denominational call for membership, or an argument to win, we all have fallen short of the glory of God, and Jesus is the way.  The way, not a way.  And until we obey the spirit, and realize we are sinners with no hope, we will not turn to Christ.  We may turn to religion, but it is not the same.  God sent his son, and then left his spirit to guide us, but we will not change until we come to know sin is wrong, and the things we are doing, the way we are living, and our belief system is wrong.  Only Jesus offers forgiveness, and is available no matter where you are, at any moment.  He was in Boone, while we were there, keeping us safe from Charlotte.  Maybe a lesson in patience too, as the old truism about not being lost as long as you have gas is true too.  We had a full tank, we still needed the spirit’s direction.

Another trip would have us returning to Boone, but after a trip to see the Billy Graham Library, in Charlotte.  A place I would give 5 stars too, a peaceful place, telling about Billy, but representing the God he served, giving Jesus all the glory.  Much like we did after seeing the lightning strikes on TV.  Up until that point he was keeping us safe, without us knowing it.  So where are you in Christ?  Who is he in your life?  A Sunday event you must go to, are you a CEO, Christmas and Easter only?  Do you believe in God, but don’t know him?  Even the start of questions, is the sign of the holy spirit calling you.  No one wakes up one morning and decides to go looking for God, the spirit is calling, and our flesh is weak.  That day we were looking for a somewhere, when someone was answering not what we wanted, but what we needed.  We smile about it now, and give thanks for my ignorance, even experienced travelers get lost, or misdirected.  Some of our best rides have been when we missed a turn, only to find a road we never knew about and were blessed.  Again, the spirit was guiding us, and Jesus knows a thing or two about being on the road.  Scripture emphasizes Jesus time on the road, born on the road, rode into Jerusalem on the road, Philip met the eunuch on the road, the two disciples met him on the road, and he fed the five thousand on the road.  He was finally crucified on the road for all passing by to see, don’t you pass by and miss him.  Lost, where are you?  Before you can ask direction, you must know where you are.  We are all on the road to somewhere, but only one road leads to heaven.  Jesus truly is the way, to heaven and to avoid the storm.  One night not in Charlotte may have revealed more about his love than any ride I have ever taken. 

When God asked Adam in the garden “where are you,” it was one of position in their relationship, for God sees everything. He knew right where Adam was, but did Adam?   Yet Adam was found hiding, he knew he was apart from God, do you?  Where are you in Christ?  It’s not too late to change the road you are on.

love with compassion,

Mike

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reaction times

It has been sad, and rightly so, that the first auto race occurred when two cars pulled up to a stop together, the driver’s eyes met, and the race was on.  Who was fastest, quickest, and who would get there first, wherever there happened to be.  How many times have you watched American Graffiti, knowing how the race will end, but still excited.  It is the short races, the drag races, that start in a millisecond and are over seconds later that we remember, where fastest doesn’t mean quickest, and the hole shot is everything.  I have a friend Richard who used to drag race Kawasakis back in the seventies, and has an AMA plaque showing his 0.0 reaction time. No over reaction, right on schedule, perfect.  How many times have you come up to a light and the guy next to you revs his engine, trying to impress or intimidate you?  And what do you do with the challenge....losers always have excuses.  Now I am no drag racer, and my reaction times can be measured in days not tenths of a second, but sometimes you just need to protect yourself, your ego, and your image.  And some races are over before they begin....

I had just picked up a Rocket 3 that Mickey had put a Carpenter head on, producing 220 rear wheel horsepower on the dyno.  The redline going from 6500 to 9000, big and scary fast.  Loud like a NASCAR racer on the street, and just as menacing.  I had driven less than a mile, when Mr. Loud Pipes Save Lives pulled up next to me at the light.  Revving his engine, proving his testosterone to be more than any mortal man, he looked me over, “let’s race!”  Until I revved up the Rocket, and the race was over.  It was loud, scary loud, and anything that made a noise like that had to be fast.  And as the light turned green, he putt putted away, race over, I had shut him down before I even left the line.  Later riding down the 22 I wondered why everyone was driving so slow in light traffic, and looked down and saw 120 on the speedo.  Later I would cruise at 125@8000 rpm, in third gear, this was stupid fast as someone would later hang a sign on.  I later found out its sister bike went 8.99@155 mph in the quarter.  And for the week I had it, I knew that anything that challenged me I could beat.  Bring on the challengers, let’s race.  If only in my mind...and for one brief shining moment I was fast, and a champion, never having to prove it. 

Blame it all on Jungle Jim Liberman, and his Funny Car at Raceway Park.  In the early seventies Wednesday night meant drag racing there, and the funny cars were new and exciting.  And Jungle Jim was the man to beat.  Against such foes as Dyno Don Nicholson, Fearless Fred Goeske, Don”the Snake” Prudhomme, and Connie Kalitta, he was the fastest.  And everyone loved him.  And his pit crew, Jungle Pam, she of hot pants, halter tops, and tall boots.  It was a show, and at show time Jungle Jim delivered.  Sitting at Row E, the starting line, we went home deaf from the noise, and smelling of rubber and bleach from the burnouts.  The Pinto we drove in was our race car on the way home, and every light a chance to prove how fast we weren’t, I was no Jungle Jim, and the Pinto was no funny car, although it was the butt of jokes.  And over the years I have had friends with fast cars, Jay and his 1969 SS396, Por Favor had a red one, Vinny with his 1969 Boss 302, O’Grady with a 1967 Chevelle four door sedan,with a hot engine in it, stolen from a professional race team, it always idled funny, and no one ever wanted a return race with it.  And at the local Mickey D’s,where they all hung out, they ruled, until we pulled in with our motorcycles, and suddenly they were fast, but not the fastest.  Never a race to prove it, but the fact was well known among guys who like to go fast.  It seemed we all worshipped at the altar of speed, just in different cars and motorcycles, but speed, going fast quickly was still our god, and many gave their life in it.  Never knowing the true God, the one who created and loved them. 

Today we have divided into many denominations, each choosing to worship God their way, thinking it the best.  They have established rules and classes, and how to worship God.  But often fall short, forgetting about the person, and emphasizing on the denomination.  But like in drag racing, you are on your own, and the relationship between you and God comes down to you and God.  But when led by the spirit you can escape the rules, still live within them, but in freedom.  We forget sometimes that it is all about Jesus, not our church, the programs, the pastor, his books, or the TV show.  We have become desensitized, and fall into a rut, thinking this is all there is.  And then we find we can go deeper, faster and quicker in Christ than we ever thought, and soon we leave the pack behind.  Jesus has made it personal, and our reaction times change.  We see things his way, and soon find ourselves closer to him, and exhibiting the things of Christ.  We see his character in us via his fruits, the love and joy, along with peace and patience.  We don’t have to be the first or fastest, and when we follow the spirit have wisdom we never knew was there.  We see things clearly, clearer than before, for now we see things through God’s eyes, who see everything.  And when the competition comes via temptation or a trial, we know we have all the power we need, and in meekness can apply it.  No burnouts, but power fully under control, burnouts look cool, but when your wheels are spinning the power is not getting to the ground.  But when that perfect power gains contact, we then go forward, in control.  That is meekness, and just like a wheelie looks cool, you need both wheels on the ground to handle correctly.  Don’t let your show be more than your go.

That morning at the light, Mr. Loud Pipes kept revving his motor, real racers don’t, they know a launch rpm and maintain it. What happens if while revving your engine you back off and the flag drops?  You stall.  That morning I opened it up full and held it there.  Only a few seconds, but the message was sent.  And the response appropriate...

How we respond to the power of God will show in the power of our love he gives to us.  When his love agape shows through us, that love that puts all above us, who makes their concerns more important than ours, when we can act with the other persons best interest in mind, then we see that kind of love in action.  But it must be and can only be spirit based, as we can never love that way on our own.  We may rev our engines louder, louder than anyone else, but when the flag drops and we need to show that love, we need Jesus.  And that supernatural love is available from God, it is not difficult, all you need to do is become aware of it, and call on him.  Trust him.  Follow him.  And when you begin to see how much he loves you, you will begin to love others as he has loved and forgiven you. 

Meekness is nothing more than power under control, not losing traction, knowing the friction zone, and employing it.  It works in racing, and it works in love too.  Your actions may be important, but never as important as your reactions.  React in love, never lose traction in the spirit, and live in meekness.  No substitute for cubic inches other than love, no replacement for displacement other than Jesus.  We run the race to win, to gain the prize, but first you must finish, what is your reaction to that?  Better yet, who?

love with compassion,

Mike

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Betty or Veronica?

The relationship between boys and girls sometimes sneaks up on you.  Such was the case at Shackamaxon Elementary School for me.  All through the lower grades, k-5 girls were forbidden fruit, they had cooties, and the cool guys stayed away from them, as we were preoccupied with kickball and reading about the Hardy Boys.  But as we approached the sixth grade, the summer before going back to school saw changes in us.  Blame it on Archie Andrews, the eternal teenager in Archie comics, but suddenly girls became attractive.  Or not quite as yuckie.  And Archie and his forever girl friends, Betty and Veronica, showed us older women. they of high school, in a different light.  They were pretty, and soon a topic of discussion entered our man type discussions.  Where before it was Schwinn or Rollfast, or Good Humor vs. Mr. Softee, now we had to decide who we thought was prettier, Betty or Veronica.  And not only our conversations would change, but so would our attitudes, our social group that would now include girls, and our spending habits, as we learned that two cannot eat for the same price as one.  And the multiplication we struggled through became a reality, we learned to do things x2.  But old Archie was to have an effect on us we hadn’t realized, and although goofy with freckles, a hardship at our school, still the two prettiest girls chased after him.  He was cool without being cool, and we never would admit it to others, or even ourselves, but we wanted to be Archie, to have the girls fight over us.  We weren’t sure why, but if it worked for Archie, how could it not work for us? 

And so the age old question of Betty or Veronica was passed onto our class.  And deep discussions were to become a part of sleeping out nights in a tent.  Both girls adored Archie, they chased after him, but after that is where the girls were to differ.  Veronica was dark haired and sultry, slightly devious, and rich, her Dad had money, which she reminded Archie of often.  Who wouldn’t want a girl friend who had a built in pool, a weekly allowance equal to your yearly take, dressed in the latest fashions, and wanted you badly?  And then there was Betty, sweet, honest, the cheerleader type, and who didn’t have the money or class of Veronica.  But she was blond, and we all knew blonds have more fun.  But more fun than what, and we were willing to forego the money and the pool for the risk of a good time.  Each of us presenting our case, with the others nodding in agreement until the next opinion was told.  Life was tough for being in sixth grade, Betty and Veronica didn’t help make it any easier.  If that was high school, what could junior high next year have in store for us?  And so the criteria of asking a girl for a date was established, and the saga of Betty or Veronica continues today, and of Archie.  Who was smarter than all of us combined, for we never understood his choice, or really lack of one.

You see he never chose one over the other.  So they kept after him, neither girl lost, but neither one won either.  He kept the competition alive, keeping their hopes up, but never giving in to them.  He was smarter than any high school kid I ever knew, and smarter than most male adults I have known.  He never gave in, and in doing so kept them competing for him the past 70+ years.  And just as he never said yes to one, he never had to say no to the other.  Archie and his adventures continue on today, the world’s oldest teenager, but based on his insight I could see him in politics, firmly planted on both sides of an issue.  Maybe Betty and Veronica had more to do with his education and ours than we realized, and Archie in every battle never lost.  But maybe he never won either.

Just as Archie was always in high school, no younger days or stories are known or told about him, his story begins and ends there.  What about the gospel?  So when asked about the gospel, what do you say?  Where does it begin and where does it end?  Consider a minute the three elements, his death, burial, and resurrection.  Not his birth and high school years, his career, or much of his life before age 30.  If you say Jesus lived and died, that isn’t the gospel. Philosophers believe that, so do pagan religions and some cults.  And outside of Christian churches his life ends at his death, there is no good news in that, but for us that is where life begins, and the the gospel comes to life.  We see where he died for our sins, so that we may have life eternal, and that is the gospel.  His death changes us and sets us free.  But it doesn’t end there....

But when he died he was buried by his disciples, ever wonder what they thought about?  Their leader, their hopes and dreams physically died, and his burial was final, or so they thought.  Isn’t death and burial final for us?  They had to deal with the fact he was dead, just like he said he would, stunned and shocked, some even falling into unbelief, they had to face the fact of burying him.  They had to claim the body and dispose of it properly.  They embalmed him and wrapped him in burial clothes, there was no doubt he was dead, and it showed the acceptance that Jesus Christ was dead, crucified on the cross.  They had performed the service themselves, there was no doubt he was dead.  Some beliefs end there, but scripture doesn’t, for on the third day Jesus was resurrected.  Just as he had told them, and just as he assures us today.  He was not resuscitated, but resurrected.  He had come back to a life he had never lived before, but with wounds to prove it was him, the wounds endured on the cross, and the same wounds that they recognized from preparing him for burial.  It was Jesus, resurrected, and no one else.  A glorified life that he tells us that we can have too, if we choose him. 

Yet many fall into Archie’s way, choosing neither.  Not realizing that saying not saying yes to Jesus is really saying no.  For the gospel rests on facts, not philosophy, trends, style, religion, or denominational beliefs.  It is all about the fact that Jesus died, was buried, and was resurrected.  That’s good news, that is the gospel.  It doesn’t rest on deep theological discussions, or on learned men making decisions.  It is the spirit calling to us and us answering “yes, I need Jesus.”  Confessing our sins, and being born again.  Simple.  We die to sin, but are resurrected in Jesus.  The evidence is there, the spirit is calling, who do you say Jesus is? 

The good news is he is patient so that none be lost to hell.  Today is the day of salvation, but also the death of others.  The death rate stands at 100%, an all time high.  Where you go after is up to you.  The disciples buried Jesus knowing he was dead, don’t let his story in your life end there.  Eternity greets all of us, even Archie.  And Betty and Veronica.  You may be the Archie not willing to choose, but someday you will be confronted with the choice.  Heaven or hell?  Jesus or death?  If only Archie’s choice was so easy.  But his legend lives on, as does the devil’s desire for your soul.  I had a choice to make when I got married, and chose the one I loved.  It was her choice too, and God has chosen you.  That’s a fact, not a philosophy.  And the correct answer is the gospel of Jesus Christ, and your answer is....

love with compassion,

Mike

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