one afternoon on the side of I-10

As many of you know and now all of you know, I ride press bikes for Triumph.  I get them out of the crate, with zero miles, and put on between 500-1500 miles.  A rough job , but someone has to do it.  I have also put miles on custom bikes such as the Carpenter head Rocket 3, with 220 hp on the dyno, and for celebrities such as Christine Aguilera, it seems the bike of choice to be cool in Hollywood is Triumph, so Triumph comes through for them.  Some years I have ridden over 25 bikes in a year, some as few as ten, but always a new adventure, as a new bike on the same road can be different.  I have put over 1000 miles on a Daytona 675 in 18 hours, only to have a magazine editor crash it, and have done many 500 mile days when deadlines must be met.  Quick trips to Monterey, Easter vacations, and other times off have been times to ride a press bike.  I have gone months without riding my own bikes, almost six months once, and have put so many miles on Tigers since their intro in 2011, I should have a high mileage award.  But when Triumph decided to bring out the new generation of Bonnevilles, Modern Classics, suddenly there was a rush to get them broken in and out to the magazines.  With the new Street Twin, needing 500 miles in two days in the dead of winter.  Yes, we do get winter here, and it can be cold.  So I just dress warm and go riding....

But with a cover shoot for Rider magazine in two days, the bike had arrived late and they had a date with the printer, I was off and riding in the 40’s, sun and 60 felt warm.  I usually take all kinds of roads to see how the bikes really operate, this time was freeways, away from cities.  So off I went east on I-10, with very few cars, and lots of headwind, which fortunately turned to tail wind on my return trip.  I have had police officers pace me, look at my rides, even stop me and ask questions, but today was to be different.  I was pulled over by the CHP for going 84 in a 65 zone, just him and me.  And the conversation began....

At first he couldn’t understand why I had a California license and the bike had Georgia plates that read DIST.  And no registration papers.  As I tried to explain who I was, what the bike was, and what I was doing, he got more confused.  I even gave him Triumph’s number to assure him, but too many details confused him.  Plus it turned out he rode, and had never heard of a Street Twin before, and when I tried to explain deadlines, a new model, and my speed, he got more confused.  So he started writing, still not fully comprehending, and them leaned over to me, “if someone goes by, pretend to look like you are signing a ticket.  This is just a warning.”  He was cool, I was without citation, and the cover story had an interesting story to go with it.  I made it back in in time, actually a day ear;y, swapped bikes, and the cover came out perfect.  Which Rider magazine named as their Bike of the Year, and I made a new friend in Mark Tuttle, Editor in Chief.  Plus one CHPpie who shall remain nameless.....

I have been blessed by being able to ride as much as I do, God has given me the desire to ride, and then provides bikes and situations that without him would not be possible.  I can boast, but I have no control over it, I can brag, but I have found it makes some others jealous.  I find that when crediting God with the gift, when thanking him for all I meet when I ride, I get to spend more time with him.  Time that a some may claim is all about riding, or all about the bike, maybe all about the road, but it is really time with God.  Peace and fellowship with Jesus in an Arai.  I could stop there and brag, but not to God who sees me as I am.  He sees the selfishness, the greed, the self righteousness, and how pride can show up when I least expect it.  He sees all my clever maneuvering and still loves me.  Therefore all these actions can be meaningless to God, and can get in the way of our relationship.  I felt completely different after pretending to sign a ticket than when I was first pulled over.  But God humbles me,and uses Abraham as an example.

One night he took Abraham out and showed him all the stars in the sky, promising him to number his descendants as the number of the stars, countless.  Paul writes Abraham believed God and it was found righteous, and God called him his friend.  We cannot be righteous on our own terms, in some circles I would be a big shot, along the side of the road, just another scofflaw.  When we base who we are on Jesus Christ, when we are spirit driven, when it is what he did and not what we do that is important, we see a glimpse of the righteousness that Abraham did.  But the key ingredient is that Abraham trusted God.  He was given a choice of roads to take, and he chose the lesser of the two, Sodom and Gemorrah being the most attractive, the rolling landscapes beautiful, but chose the desert instead, and in doing so chose Jesus.  He learned that righteousness that comes from performance is useless, but when it comes from God it is valuable and eternal.  When we truly seek Jesus first, he adds his righteousness, we cannot.  Lest we boast about ourselves.  We all want to be accepted by God, and many strive through acts of their own to gain it.  Fact is there is nothing you can do to make God love you more, or to gain his favor.  But you can bask in his glory, and spend time with him, and be found a friend as Abraham did.  Jesus even told us “you are my friends if you do the things I ask.”  What does he ask, to love him first with all your heart, and then all men after the same way.  You can either be religious or righteous, one based on man, the other based on Jesus.  God forgives, man doesn’t.  Religion binds, the spirit sets us free.

So I am blessed because I let God bless me.  I hope to give him the glory by telling you this story, there was nothing I do to get to ride like I do, for it too is based on a relationship with a friend, who is the National Service Manager for Triumph Motorcycles.  When we see it all comes down to relationships, we can see Jesus more clearly.  If only we could see him as clearly as Abraham saw the stars that night.  I tried to explain to the CHPpie, I don’t think he ever got it.  But showed me mercy.  Don’t wait to get pulled over to pray, inside your Arai, your half shell, or your jail cell will do.  Abraham is known as a man of great works, his greatest work was trusting God.  How great is your God, it will only show by how great your works are.  His works in you.  And may God credit them to you as righteousness...

Which sure beats explaining to the man on the side of the road.....

love with compassion,

Mike

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you can now turn your cell phones back on

In high school when we were not too cool for school, BH was asked to write how he would end the war in Viet Nam.  We had a teacher who had just returned from infantry duty there, and was pretty hard core, at least for us middle class white kids.  But among the “we need to negotiate,” use nuclear, then called atomic bombs, draft everyone and over run the country, he had a common sense solution, most unlike him.  Just interrupt and destroy the paper flow as it was called then, in other words, hack their emails.  Think about it, without communication, the enemy is always guessing and unable to coordinate a fight plan.  It doesn’t need to be hacked, just short circuited for a short time, like when your cable goes off and we all panic, and you have them.  Confused and disoriented, and a step ahead.  A reverse sort of propaganda, how can you answer a message you never get?  He got an A, we all thought it was brilliant, and in some archive of his, I know he saved the paper.  I copied it the next year for a history class and got an A, but she questioned if it was really original?  It was to me.....evidence of why we study, to pass the test.  Learning optional, where available.  This was public school in the early 1970’s.  Now just ask someone to turn off their phone in church and get ready for the dirty looks.  I rest my case....

So much controversy used to be made about those in Africa who didn’t hear the gospel, was it right they went to hell?  Usually after a traveling missionary was there seeking cash.  When asked by my friends from the USA, Union of South Africa, where they sent missionaries, they said the USA, us.  Seems both continents are equally dark to the other.  But much was said and is said about hearing the gospel, must it be face to face, via radio or satellite, dropping off tons of Bibles, or via the internet?  Depending upon your venue, each one is superior to the other.  With one exception, who does the saving?  Who changes hearts?  How were people saved before modern technology, if at all?  Maybe it’s a good thing we came along when we did, or not.  But Paul answers the question in Romans for us.  Ready, here it comes...

God judges by light.  Not the Ten Commandments, covering all born pre law.  And pre Jesus.  He judges us based on what he has placed in our hearts like he did Adam and Eve.  And how we base our actions and decisions on them.  Not knowing the law will be no excuse, just as “I didn’t know it was wrong to go 136 in a 55 zone” I used one night.  Ignorance is no defense for sin.  Adam tried, using clever words, but he knew.  And so do we.  They and we will perish because we knew the right thing to do, Jesus, but decided not to.  Those in the past chose to go against what was right, their decision and their fate.  Our lives are an example of what we know, the difference between right and wrong.  Some rely on only their conscience, but neglect how deceiving the heart can be.  When any other standard than God’s is proposed, the answer is death.  Even in the 10 Commandments there is no salvation,  no forgiveness, yet they are a great way to live.  It takes a someone rather than a something, and so he sent Jesus.  Not based on situations, but based on his forgiveness.  Our hearts are dark often, I am glad I live in the age of grace, pre law  or the law, chances are I might not have made it.  My conscience defiled, just like it says in Romans.

The spirit that hovered over the earth in creation and then gave it shape, does the same today, we are void without Jesus.  And any interruption of service between the holy spirit and us, saved or non, can lead to disaster.  “The message may not get through,” we are told, as if God needs man to save others.  He does use us as instruments, but only as instruments, only Jesus saves.  Not us. So why many use worldly ways to spread the gospel, God and his spirit have always been at work.  A still, small voice heard above the storm.  Light in the dark, peace in a time of turmoil.  To some he was referred to as the unknown God, to us we know him as Jesus Christ.  God will not judge us by what we don’t know, but by what we do know.  Do you know Jesus?

Spiritual hacking is nothing new, and lies are as old as the garden.  But the truth still sets us free, and Jesus is the truth.  So maybe next time you are asked for a donation, told “how will they hear if we don’t go?” remind them of the holy spirit’s job.  The perfect evangelist, who takes no collection.  Rather than worry about those who haven’t heard, maybe you need only to look to yourself first.  Now you have heard, and who do you say Jesus is? 

Jew and Gentile will both stand in judgment.  “War is not the answer, falling in love can complicate,” Marvin Gaye once sang.  He asked “what’s going on?”  The what is a who, Jesus is going on.  Will you go on with him?  You can now turn your cell phones back on.

Based on Romans 2:12-16.  Long before technology there was Jesus.  And will be long after too.

love with compassion,

Mike

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a whole #6 for $1.30

As a kid growing up in Scotch Plains, downtown didn’t have much to offer.  No real place for kids to hang out, and Wallis Stationery sold anything form pipe tobacco to toys, but was never friendly to us kids. But if my dad was along....Smitty sold appliances, and Jean’s Beans on the corner sold take out food.   But rather nondescript, the old Shop Rite still there, but the new one on Route 22 got all the business.  It was Alphonso’s for pizza, Snuffy Jr.’s for a burger, but in between, no shops or real reasons to go downtown.  So we rarely did...it was off to Westfield, which its downtown was actually closer.  With auto stores like R&S, where I bought the fuzzy tiger stripe seat for my Schwinn Stingray, and later would look at all the Pep Boys type displays, promising me that’s my engine would quit burning oil, the slipcovers would help my worn out seats regain their factory appearance, and other ways to separate my money from my wallet.  A must on any Saturday.  The Leader Store sold clothes and sporting goods, we all wanted to shop there when we got older, it was Ivy League all the way, but we weren’t when we came of age.  A trip through Woolworths with the old wood floors, women clerks everywhere, and the coolest pet department ever, if you were into parakeets and fish.  You could hear the birds singing all through the store, although I never saw one purchased.  Out the back door, across the lot, and it was our final destination, Play Fair.  The ultimate toy store before Toys R Us, the front of the store was for kids, but the back was all about car models, where big kids, teenagers waited on you, showing off the complete models they had built, and a glass case full of Matchbox cars.  How many hours the average kid spent just looking isn’t known, I consumed at lest a few weeks worth, and my completed models still never turned out like theirs.  How did they get the gluey fingerprints off the windshield?  How come their wheels would roll?  How did their parts seem to fit together?  And no way you could get a brush job to look like that!  But at 39 cents a can for spray paint, who had the money?  I guess it was reserved for the big guys...in our dreams we would could see us behind the counter, showing off our new models, only to be brought back to reality by “hey kid you looking or buying?”  I looked a lot, shopped at Two Guys where the same model was 40 cents cheaper.  Were those big guys in ties really making 40 cents an hour?  WOW! 

Lunch meant Dukes for a sub, #6 roast beef, a whole for $1.30, made while you watched.  Lots of paper route money was spent there, then home.  But things were changing and so were we....

The traffic cops we used to think were fun to watch as they directed traffic at the intersections, now gave us menacing looks as we rode by on our Hondas.  Play Fair was gone, couldn’t even look back to see what was there.  Woolworths would fold, and be torn down.  R&S out of business, and no reason to shop at the Leader Store, psychodelic was in at Dead Ice Cream, and Dukes moved, then closed.  Stopping at a Jersey Mike’s the other day, who is owned by a guy named Pete, they try to pass off a sub like Dukes, but fall short. For only $8.25.  But if you never had a Dukes sub, you’d never know.  And the kid serving you wouldn’t care.  Oh to be a kid again, if for only one sunny Saturday, I wonder if R&S would have seat covers for our Mustang?  And would I have enough cash on me for a whole #6 with extra onions.....

Times change and so do we.  So many of our past memories are not there when we travel back again.  Just trying to get directions from a new resident can make you feel old, or crazy.  A few years back I inquired about a Flying A station with café in Fanwood, I used to eat there Saturday mornings with my Dad when finishing their new house. It’s gone, and no one could remember it ever being there.  No history on the books, “was I sure?”  I knew better than to pursue it any further.  It seems we all can be guilty of normalcy bias, a psycho babble word for if I didn’t see it, then it didn’t exist.  Used by those who deny Jesus or at least his deity too often.   The New Testament was written and widely read within 50 years of Jesus’ crucifixion.  Yet it takes the historian Josephus to back it up, not the other way around.  Seems many who were there would have protested, maybe even quietly if it weren’t true, but we forget that God inspired the Bible, and is known for his accuracy.  When telling stories of when I was a kid, I get “boy you must be old,” when really it is “you must be young.”  Neither a crime as far as I can tell.  But God has always been and so has Jesus.  They remember and also forget.  They remember from before the day of creation, but forget our sin when we ask forgiveness, as if it never happened.  We do the opposite, I can remember many who wronged me years ago, but forget how Jesus loves them too.  Seems we all are guilty of the same sins, yet we see them through different eyes than our own.  The wording making the difference.  The lie and steal, we stretch the truth.  Others betray, we are protecting our rights.  Some show prejudice, we have convictions.  Some murder and kill, we exploit and ruin.  While we yell “stone them, arrest them!” but fail to realize we are guilty of the same sins.  Imagine if we heard the sound of stones hitting the ground rather than pummeling others, but sin will always be sin, fortunately Jesus will always be Jesus. 

Just the opposite is faith, trusting in someone we cannot see, cannot here, or cannot fully describe, yet we place our whole lives in his hands.  Some to the point of ridicule or death.  Walking the streets of Jerusalem today many sites are claimed to be where Jesus walked.  But the people he walked with are long gone.  We cannot be sure where exactly he walked, but we can be sure he is still alive today.  And we can walk with him.  And for those who do, we have an eternal future of grace.  We may not know what tomorrow may bring, but we know what eternity brings.  What a difference forgiveness makes.

Sometimes we need to go back to see how far we have come.  To see how we are testimonies to how Jesus Christ changes lives.  In my mind I can still see the models at Play Fair, or taste and smell Dukes.  No photos to back up either, but no photos of Jesus either.  Who wasn’t camera shy, but out among the people.  Just like we were as kids.  Maybe a trip back downtown is needed to see how far he has brought us.  Park the car, break out the old Schwinn, walk the sidewalks, and see how far we have come.  Keeping our eyes focused on Jesus, seeing into a future unknown but with great anticipation.  Giving us a reason to live.  For he is life.  Downtowns, home towns and even the street names may change, Jesus never does.  How do you get better than perfect?  I would just love to see the model cars he built as a kid.....hands so delicate they could build the details, yet so tough they took the nails for us on the cross.  Life begins when Jesus enters your life, we may only have a finite amount of years to look back, but have forever to look ahead.  Kings and kingdoms will all pass away, but there will always be something about his name.

love with compassion,

Mike

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from 3-d to virtual reality

We had been following the ads for months, and gone down to Durango Music to get our free 3-d glasses.  Saturday night was drawing near, and the movie, The Mask in 3-d was on late that night,  the six of us waiting in eager anticipation.  The popcorn was made, eaten and more popped, too many bottles of Coke drunk, and we were nervous with excitement.  This was a big event in Bayfield, as we only had cable TV for a year, so something this dramatic would not be missed.  And as 11pm approached, we all gathered around the set, all 17 inchers of her, right up close and personal.  And then the show began, with instructions of when to put on your glasses, with a test first.  We all passed!  With one final warning, you must be at least six feet away from the viewing screen, and we all scooted back at once, breaking the tension.  Nothing was going to upset our evening of 3-d tonight, we were ready!

Now I had seen a 3-d movie in the theater once, a consolation prize for breaking up with a girlfriend I didn’t know was my girlfriend.  It was Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein, and walking through the woods in 3-d and dodging the trees, the spears coming at you made you duck, and at one point guts hanging from pitchfork dangled right in front of you.  I was over ready for The Mask, and it would live up to its hype, but overall the movie was quite bad.  If not for the six foot adjustment it would have been forgettable, but no one this Saturday night was watching anything else.  And we sat through the entire two hours not wanting to miss the big climax we were waiting for.  I kept the glasses, but forgot the film, until reminded of the night in question.  In a three dimensional world, I still question what is such a big deal with 3-d, or is my life really on two dimensional and I don’t know it?  Do I need glasses to see reality or am I blinded by the light?

Although 3-d was once a big deal to us, today’s kids have wii, where they can excel if only in their minds, or virtual reality, where computers simulate and stimulate certain events without being there.  Sadly many Christians emulate the virtual reality of Jesus Christ, knowing all about him through studies and church attendance, yet never get to know him personally/  They settle for being satisfied with illusions and allusions of his kingdom, not cashing in on all the blessings he avails them.  In the movies, on wii, or in virtual reality we can be like Jesus,  but end up just like a film loop, or a sound byte of who he is.  How many want to be like Jesus, or like Paul, or any of those mentioned in the Bible, but never attain fullness, or holiness, only what their physical and mental limitations allow.  But Paul encourages us that we might have Christ in us, and that makes all the difference.  You see being a Christian is not imitating, orchestrating, or impartation, it is Christ in us, the hope of glory.  A secret to many, but right there in scripture for us to grab hold of.  Yet many rather wear the 3-d glasses, or mask of wii, or of virtual reality rather than submitting to the spirit.  They neglect that being like Jesus means suffering, alienation, desertion of friends, and loneliness.  Of being cast out and abandoned, and having to die for those that hate you or persecute you.  A job no one signs up for, we all want the miracles, the blessings, the greatness of his power and kingdom without the taking part.  So we assume an easy way out, and denominations and religion are happy to provide a way, but not the way.  Only found in Jesus. 

Paul tells of God revealing a mystery, not a whodunit, but a mystery that has been hidden and now is now revealed.  A reality only provided to his children, those who believe and accept his son and his forgiveness, who recognize his deity.  For all others, you need 3-d glasses, but never get the effect.  Only in Jesus Christ do we see God fully revealed, and only by his spirit.  That is the hope of glory, fulfilled in Jesus Christ and his atoning death on the cross.  Who gives his spirit freely to all who believe.  It isn’t about Jesus and you, but Jesus in you that makes the difference.  And here in Colossians 1:25-27 Paul reveals the mystery.  And we get to help reveal the mystery because we are God’s ambassadors on earth.  Where witnessing and being a witness mean two different things.  For a witness can only tell about that which he has seen or knows, while anyone can knock on doors and tell about Jesus.  One studied, the other experienced.  Jesus is able to reveal his father to us, at one time an unknown, but now revealed via his son, by his spirit.  No hocus pocus, no special effects, Jesus is real, not a myth or belief, but the true son of God.  Who has written his words on our hearts so we always have him with us.  Some play the game, some watch the game, and some are left out.  The choice is yours....

Heaven and hell are not illusions, Jesus tells us it is so.  You can be like we were awaiting the big show with glasses, ready to be entertained, or be part of the show.  The spirit gives us a behind the scenes view not available to those who are not saved.  So many only teach and study, but never experience the grace available to us.  Living a life unfulfilled and not knowing it.  Jesus is the hope of glory, Don’t get caught up in reruns or special events, you can experience Jesus in fullness everyday.  He holy because he is whole, all we need.  Yet some study only to find themselves approved, and never use the gift available.  In The Mask they warned us when to put on our glasses and when to take them off.  In Christ we have him in sight all the time.  No special announcements or ads.  No emails proclaiming book signings or special singers.  If Jesus has been reduced to just entertainment value, you are missing the hope of glory and the hope and glory. For like cable, there can be 200 channels and nothing on.  Or you might miss the event by being in the bathroom.  It’s Christ in you, showing you how to pray, what to do and how to spend your time until he calls us home.  All while writing his will for you on our hearts. 

Why is it easier to believe that Frankenstein created man from other men, yet we don’t believe God created us out of nothing?  Could it be the hope of glory has eluded you?  Jesus Christ, available in all dimensions, including heavenly ones.  Where we will be for a long, long time.  Shouldn’t you be planning your trip with him today?  On earth as it is in heaven....the mystery revealed.  Glasses optional.

love with compassion,

Mike

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time not well spent

An old tech Bill worked for us at Mercedes Benz.  Retired but working to supplement his social security, we got talking about how fuel injection changed the world of autos.  Once thought to be a hocus pocus, he had actually attended school in 1957 with Chevrolet, and brought in his old lesson books to prove it.  A far cry from the computer controlled systems of today, the basic premise was the same, control the flow of air and fuel to the motor.  Mechanical in nature, not electric at the time, it was problematic, expensive, and a rare option.  Of course today any fuelie 1957 Chevy is worth more, back then just a mechanic’s headache.  Today you just plug it into a laptop and software guides how you want the power to go and where.  Maybe the hocus pocus part as we cannot see electric current, but feel it when we mess up.  OUCH!  Yet without the spark to ignite the fuel and air, nothing happens.  How many remember the auto shop teacher dropping a lit match into a bucket of gas and nothing happened?  No air, but when mixed with it, BOOM!  Do not try this at home.

Twenty years ago when involved in off road racing, Chevy was introducing fuel injection to the Trophy Truck race teams.  A group of race team owners and race preppers sat and watched as a man sitting miles away could change the engine mapping, adding power or fuel economy based on the setting. We were all amazed, and at first thought about the power, remember the one horsepower per cubic inch Chevy ad in 1957, but here it was for fuel economy.  Even a half a mile increase meant another 50 miles per tank and one less pit stop, the difference between winning and second place.  Today that technology is applied to all cars and most motorcycles, my 2017 Triumph T120 getting over 50 mpg consistently, and no one ever accused me of a light hand. Allowing the maker to use a smaller tank and still have the same mileage range. On the Speed and Street Triples using the track and sport modes, even more power and precision is noted.  All going on with just a twist of the wrist, and without being seen.  But technology and progress were met with some resistance....

It seems the old guys at the time didn’t like fuel injection.  Too complicated, they complained, as they would spend hours trying to dial in a carb, and never get it right.  Requiring rebuilding and track time to see if they got it, one click too much on a crew and it was more testing.  Yet fuel injection is pretty much set it and forget it.  Check the latest software, and off you go.  Tunable even for using regular fuel where you used to have to use 100+ octane.  And with more power!  Which translates to more speed...and you get the point.  But yet the old guys fiddle and complain while messing with a carb.  It seems the more things change the more things stay the same.  Technology like prosperity is a good thing, sometimes it just goes on too long. 

Many an older Christian may be the same way.  We fall back on our first teachings when saved, and many got religion when they needed Jesus.  The group I pastor is diverse, from Catholic, to JW, to Protestant, to Jewish.  But we all have one thing in common, Jesus Christ, so rather than bash a denomination, they do fine doing that themselves, we make it all about Jesus.  Keeping the main thing, him, the main thing.  Yet some issues will come up, so we go back to the Word for the truth, it never changes, it changes us.  Or it tries.  We leave it in God’s hands and he does a great job.  We have come together in a spirit of unity in Jesus Christ, not bonded by common belief, but by belief in him.  We let him be Lord, leaving it up to him, trying not to interfere.  But he is forgiving when we do, and we carry on, trying not to look back.  You see we cannot see the spirit of the Lord who guides us, but we know he is there.  More than a feeling, he is ever present, ever lasting, and loving.  Much like fuel injection, he gives us the power we need when we need it and in the right amount.  Meekness God calls it, power under control.  Yet some constantly are referring to their Bible study book of the week, looking for a better way to pray, minister, and live a Christian life.  It is all about them, and when confronted can quote scripture, but fail in believing it and living it.  The same ones quick to judge us, so maybe when we fall short of their theology, we need to remind them we won’t judge you if you quit twisting scripture for your own purposes.  A lesson for all.  And the spirit keeps on keeping on despite us.

If faith is the substance of things believed but not seen, trust comes from the seeing.  From God’s answers to our prayers, to his loving intervention when we need it.  He calls it love, and we need more of it.  But how do we get dialed in, God is not a computer or a how to book?  Not a software program with updates.  It takes us trusting the same spirit that told us we need Jesus to be with us everyday.  Who never sleeps or slumbers when we do.  Who doesn’t need to be tuned or adjusted. Just who we need when we twist the throttle, he is the truth, no opinions needed.  And like fuel injection, he works for Chevy as he does for Ford as he does for BMW.  It is left up to the nut behind the wheel to provide the desire via the throttle, the rest is up to him.  Which is why cars no longer need tune ups, that is what the computer does, just like the spirit does to us.  So many times we don’t realize it is happening, being in tune with Jesus. 

So quit fiddling with the old carb style religion, when  you can have all of Jesus.  Tune in today and be tuned up forever.  Spend time with him instead of with opinions.  You will find the time well spent with him is much better than the time not well spent without him.  We all have the same opportunity to be set free, only those who choose to walk in the spirit truly are.  The things which are seen are temporal, the things not seen eternal.  Jesus Christ, dialed in from the beginning.  May the Quadrajet religion remain in the past forever.  Or in words we all can understand, you could be riding. 

love with compassion,

Mike

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