you light up my life

I find there are two types of people in the world. Those that brighten a room when they enter, and those that brighten a room when they leave. It is up to you to decide which one you are. And trust me, the clues are there. And certain types scare me. If you are the kind who always wears clean socks and underwear, in case you have to go to the hospital, or if you actually read the instructions, then follow them before starting a project, or if you have never written your first name where it says last name first-you scare me. But if you are the type who is fascinated by the fact that the ruby slippers were the same size as Dorothy's feet, who actually ride by tachometer, then translate rpm to speed, because you know the speedo is inaccurate, or don't trust a politician when he says "trust me," you people are my kind. You brighten my room, both ways-just remember you have to enter before you can leave.

The following is a test, based on the Bernard P. Fife School of Law Enforcement. He tells us that there are two rules in the jail-the first rule is obey all rules. Thanks to Mr. Clean Socks and Underwear here. But the second rule is no writing on the walls-it is hard to clean off. And here's to you who do, then are able to erase it, or better yet leave the solution to the problem written on the wall-hoping that it won't get erased before it is rewritten. The law versus the spirit-doing daily battle in a life near you-yours!

I have a problem with people just believing what is taught in church. Ask questions-the pastor will love it-it shows you are paying attention, and you might learn more. For instance, I don't like the moniker that Thomas has unfairly been given, Doubting Thomas. This dude had faith, read your Bible. And when not present in the upper room when Jesus returned after His crucifixion, He wanted the same evidence that the others had. He is just like us when the spirit comes upon us-HE WANTS TO SEE JESUS! And Jesus answered his prayer, giving him a private showing-but also leaving him with a lesson in faith. Blessed are those who believe and have not seen-it is called faith. By faith Thomas demanded-in faith Jesus answered, and by faith we will see Him someday soon. As for now, our hearts confirm His presence, just like the ones Jesus met on the road, again they were amazed how their hearts were touched when in His presence.

Nobody talks about the whale-it's all about Jonah. I figure here is a great chance for good liberals to club us about being cruel to the whale. Here is Mr. Blue Whale being cool, when one day while eating he swallows Jonah. And incurs this incredible stomach ache for three days. While swimming away from home, not feeling well, can't pass this meal from either end, and all we do is talk about Jonah. What was the whale thinking? Was he a good Christian whale wondering why God didn't answer his prayer? Maybe he believed in healing and lost faith when he wasn't? Or-maybe in three days, he became like the tomb, and couldn't hold his catch anymore-no matter how good it tasted and wanted to feast on it more. But when he finally vomits Jonah on shore, he is never mentioned again. All the trials and tribulation-then after yakking Jonah on shore-he is never mentioned. Ever feel like the whale, that something touches you and then it is gone, because no faith made you try to understand it? Your brief time to meet Jesus passes because you think he is just another meal? Or wrestle with God over something and all you come away with is a bad hip? Or after you do what God asks just bask in his glory, remembering that the book of Jonah is about God, not Jonah? Let's hear it for the whale. And if someone asks, point them to Jesus-they already read the book, now quiz them on it-or better yet, enlighten them.

Or are you still ditzing on Mrs. Job? One statement by her and "we sing we got the rope, we got the tree, all we need is Mrs. J!" Where is our compassion? This poor woman not only lost all her riches, but her children, her home, and was reduced to watching her husband suffering before her very eyes, and could do nothing. How many because God didn't jump to attention when you barked a request have given bad advice, maybe from a broken heart like hers, out of frustration? Or maybe her message was flawed, but the intent was honorable. You see I have instructions not to be CPRed back to life-I want heaven! How about if I curse you because you keep me alive? You see Mrs. Job was just like us-but didn't give up hope. She got the same rewards as Job did, but maybe not the full blessings. I will ask her when I see her in heaven. Don't make a judgment based on a single conversation! Aren't you glad God doesn't? Why not show the same mercy to others that He shows us? Just be glad she didn't take her advice into her own hands and did it for Job! I am so glad that none of us have ever done that-yeah.

Well, it's time to leave the room. If the room gets brighter, enjoy the law. If it gets darker when you leave, enjoy the spirit. For where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty-evidenced by the light! For Jesus is beauty and light, no darkness at all. Same room, same door. And he's knocking. Either let Him in, or leave the room. Either way never leave Him, He never leaves you.

And you may want to stay away from the beach-some huge fish have been spotted lately-big enough to swallow a man! Don't believe me? Put your hands in my sides-I know that fish, and the man who endured three days in it. Just don't tell my wife. You may not like the advice she gives you. And when she points you to Jesus, how will you answer?

love with compassion,

Mike

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on the road again-soon

Captain Walter M. Schirra, aka Wally, was a customer of mine at Land Rover. He liked to come in and bench race with us, sometimes hanging out for hours between customers. He was always Wally to me, and I always found it strange he never told any space stories. He always referred to himself as a test pilot. After he would leave we would joke about places we had been, always ending with "ok, all those who have been to the moon, raise your hand," and of course in our joking Wally always won. A neat Guy, perhaps the ultimate USA traveler, as even though he went to the moon, he never left the USA. In all the pictures the flag is prominent. I wished I had asked him how it felt to travel millions of miles, and never leave the country. How many other countries can claim a planet of their own? The British may have bragged the sun never set on their empire, theirs was nothing compared to Wally's!

I love travelling the USA, by motorcycle. And once a trip is planned, the countdown till I leave is started. I actually have started in the 340 day range, and as it gets closer start to annoy people. Only 28 days to go, then 20, then 10. Then next Friday. The anticipation can be almost as much fun as the trip-almost, but nowhere near. In the lunch room one day, a wise guy tired of hearing my countdown, blurts out, "yeah, well it's only 28 days until you return." And I wondered if I hit him, would I be out in time to leave. It upset my anticipation. This different perspective from a guy who never vacates on vacation. Stays home and does "honey do's", a true vacation expert. And it makes me think sometimes that the sucker was right. But I never count the days till it ends, only till it starts. Perspective-don't listen to losers.

My recent accident has really put me down-no riding. And I have between 2-4 months before I will heal-an eternity of riding. It may mean February, and no I am not counting the days. I am praying God will shorten them, I want to heal, better yet I want to ride, and travel. And it can be a dangerous thing to give an active mind like mine too much time, it travels on its own. And thinks about many things-on its own. I am so appreciative of all the cards, calls, visits, and prayers. But like in my visits, after a week or so they taper off. And I find myself alone, where before I was overwhelmed. So I try to enforce a 14 day rule on myself. After births, deaths, accidents, etc. I try to follow up in two weeks. When things have settled down, and all returns to normal, whatever that may be. And I find that they can mean more than the rapid first response. Someone still remembers, and cares! An example set by Jesus, after His death. He came back to the apostles, and 500 others to show He cared-love shown via resurrection. And He never leaves us alone now, as I can attest to. He continues to visit, I find it fascinating the more I need Him, how His schedule changes to meet mine. Now if I could only get it right, and change my schedule to meet His! Just a thought for all us errant brothers and sisters who wonder, because we wandered, from Jesus. But I find He is always right there, and unlike Wally's excursion to the moon, the travel time is much shorter.

While laying in bed sleepless because of the pain in my knees, God took me back to an old album called "It's a Beautiful Day." The name of the group and album. Recorded in 1972, and with only FM play-remember when FM was young and the DJs would play whole songs, and whole albums-this was one. Their hit was White Bird, but he took me to side two, to Time is.... And reminded me that "time is too short for those who laugh." And I find that despite circumstances, I still have plenty to laugh about-even more if being laughed at is included. But the verse He impressed me with was "for those who really love, time is eternal..." And reminded me of my trip to earth.

We aren't from here, our home is heaven. And where we take 2-3 week vacations here, He has given us a sabbatical on earth of 70 years on average. And how much I miss home. And even though I love being on the road, heaven still calls. And like the call of the highway, someday it will be answered. I don't know when, or I'd start my countdown. God is not a fortune teller, but He knows. All I can be sure of is I am closer to heaven today than I was yesterday, but farther away than I will be tomorrow. So until I go home, I will continue to enjoy life, in Christ. Plan my trips, and also my recovery. I already have been sitting on motorcycles, and can ride if I have too. Riding is right up there with breathing, eating, and morning constitutionals. Knowing that someday I will go home. And even though my USA if not quite as big as Wally's, there is still much I want to see. Pray that Theresa and I continue to travel until our final trip home.

And just to remind me I will someday get to heaven, God reminded me of the old Marshall Tucker song, "Heard it in a Love Song." And the words "heard it in love song, can't be wrong..." Jesus, God's love song to us. A promise from God. Until it is your time to go, enjoy life in Christ. Read His book, don't wait for the movie. Bet you didn't know Jesus was into rock and roll! Simply put, He is the rock, and my name is on the role!

Everyone going to heaven-raise your hand! Good, show it even if you take it off the handlebars for a second or two. Bikers-wave to all your fellow riders-a wave to remind them that you are going to heaven, and when bench racing, don't forget to share about your upcoming trip. Someday soon, going with Him, someday soon. Sorry Miss Collins, just had to throw that in.

love with compassion,

Mike

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if I have to explain, you wouldn't understand

Science tells us that your personality is directly related to the dominant side of your brain that you use. No comments please. The left tends to make you orderly and reality based, things must be black or white and practical. Analytical, cold and factual. Things must be seen. The right side is more romantic, has boundless imagination, and therefore sees more possibilities than just meet the eye. It hears the background vocals, feels the pulse of your engine, and sees things in romantic terms-terms of the heart. You may want an engineer to be left brained, but you would want a right brained person to do the design of the car. Such right side brain examples are Triumph Bonnevilles, the original Z-1, the 1963 Corvette Sting Ray, and a beautiful woman. The song Amazing Grace. Form that outweighs function. Not graded on a chart, but on how it effects you and your actions. While left brain advocates can point to the 265/283/327/350 small block Chevy. Logical improvements on a tried and true formula. Don't fix what ain't broke!

A romantic person plays music, while a logical person plays notes. Both make up songs, but the right sided person will hear all the orchestra, and can jam in his head with the the other musicians, he hears it before it happens. Years ago when I went to concerts I always liked the jam sessions, when the songs didn't sound like on the albums. Why pay good money to hear an album, even if it is live. But alas many would leave disappointed because they didn't sound like on the album. They paid for something familiar, and that is what they want. For that I pity you left brainers, you can be like a slow car in the left lane. Obeying the speed limit, but causing others to stumble. Safe in the assumption you are legally correct, no matter how it effects others. Some years ago the Beach Boys did their music with country western greats, and the arrangements were incredible. Willie Nelson sang "Warmth of the Sun," after being chided by Mike Love of the Beach Boys on how to sing it. He insisted he was Willie Nelson, and without ever hearing the song before, turned it into a beautiful ballad on the first take, even had the Willie "lilt" in it. You can't teach heart, or harmony-you either have it or you don't. And Willie understands both. Just like Karen Carpenter singing Superstar from a napkin, and the first take was all it took. No need to tell the others, they knew. You know when something special is happening, even if it breaks all the rules. Being in harmony, or in tune, puts you into a different spirit. From the heart...

Moses was in a different spirit when he went to get the 10 Commandments from God. Moses was in the spirit, but the tablets God gave him were stone, not representing God, but the audience for whom they were written. Like many today. God writes His love on our hearts, as He did to Moses, but legalism writes it on tablets, cold and hard. Isn't that loving? That is why Moses wore a mask, he didn't want God's glory to fade from him, the spirit. He never wanted to lose that experience, that oneness with God.

Listening to some old songs tonight, yes they were secular, reminded me of being in the spirit. I love singers who can scream in harmony, like Grace Slick on Nothings Gonna Stop Us, or Lindsay Buckingham on Go Your Own Way. Paul McCartney also has the gift, no matter the volume, they can wail. They don't compete with the instruments, but they all compliment each other. They know when to lead, and when to assist. And without each other in harmony, each playing their part, it wouldn't make a song, but just notes without feeling. Just like the Holy Spirit. He can fit any mood, and brings all the harmonies in your life together perfectly. He takes bad things and turns them to good, allowing you to endure the circumstances, even if you don't care for the situation. Nothing that a set of instructions could ever do. No rules, you know the tune, live with a studio audience in heaven. He brings life, allows you to get it right on the first take, and takes over your whole heart-not just the right or left.

It is like riding on a pretty day. The law says it is 85 degrees, humidity 30%, and the speed limit 70. The spirit sees the warmth from the sun, hears the music of the exhaust note, smells the air he is in, and is at peace. The ride being the destination. Maybe that is why so many quit riding, it is just a set of mechanical actions. They never leave the yard they were taught in. And maybe that is why so many Christians don't have full joy. They fall into legalism. They only see the visible. Where the spirit opens up the eyes of your heart, and you experience things that your body has no sensory organs for. It comes from the heart, a oneness. A harmony of hearts, that voices could never make up.

If you are in the spirit, you know of what I write. If not, you may accuse us of being careless, when really we are carefree. Safe in the knowledge of Jesus Christ, a relationship far beyond any words ever devised or written can explain. The perfect date, on the perfect ride, with the perfect God. You see the spirit believes all things, and doesn't need constant reminding. It trusts, and where the sunset ends, realizes its road is just beginning. A true right brained experience, with a God who loves you just as you are.

Maybe that is why God says make a joyful noise. It isn't the words, the tone, or tune that He hears, it the spirit you sing it with. And His spirit makes it a harmony, a message that compliments both the singer and the hearer, making them one.

Your life may just be tuned to a certain set of specs, like a fine tuned engine. But without a relationship with that engine it will never sing the song it is designed to sing. Jesus is that song-a tune for every day and every event. Loud or soft, He fits the mood. You see there is a lot to be said for being in touch with the spirit.

The rest of you, well, like ELO sings you will Turn to Stone, because of your hard heartedness. God is a spirit, and must be worshipped as such. Getting it more and enjoying less-let the spirit of God loose in your life. Ride roads never explored, sings songs never heard, and see things through the eyes of the one who created it. Romance never felt so good.

And you left brainers thought it was just a pump...and its creator just a....where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty. Turn up the volume, twist the throttle, and sing aloud with joy! Gets my motor running!

love with compassion,

Mike

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and you said at their church they did what? and had fun!

Mischief night we used to call it. The night before Halloween when we would go out and be-mischievous! And when and where I was growing up that meant taking a bar of soap and soaping car windows. Only certain ones though, depending on coolness of car or threat potential from owner if you got caught. The real mischievous ones would collect dog turds, then put them in a paper bag, light it on fire on someone's porch-ring the bell and run. I never did this but I heard about the laughter when someone would step on it to put it out. Nothing dangerous-it was mischief! And no one I knew, or had even heard of, had hurt anyone or been hurt themselves. Or thought about the devil or demons or anything occult having to do with Halloween. It was mischief night-and so long as you got back by 800pm curfew, your parents didn't know, and if they did never said anything.

But when I was in high school, things changed in Newark. Untamed people used this as a night to vandalize and destroy-and that brought Mischief Night to an end. And to me it was also the beginning of seeing the tie in with Halloween and the devil. You see he can only operate in the dark for so long, at some point he just has to come out and show himself-such is his pride. In the 80's, living in Durango, they turned Halloween night into a huge downtown party. All the bars would stay open late, and people would cover the streets in costumes-again much different from when we were kids. Candy was dandy, I guess liquor was quicker!

As kids we would wear these cheesy costumes that barely fit over our winter coats and gloves. It is cold in New Jersey in late October, so you dressed warm. Sweating underneath, as you ran from door to door-parents close behind, not for protection but to visit the neighbors and say thanks. And to secretly take their favorite candy when it was given out. All the time grinning and sweating under a cheap plastic mask, the thin elastic strap that held it on cutting into your head-truly one size didn't fit all. Then when in Junior high, we would dress as bums, carrying our pillowcases until they drug on the ground from the weight. We would take our old clothes, rub dirt on them, and cut holes in them to look poor-much like the designer jeans of today. But the special effect was burning cork and rubbing it all over faces. It would make any preteen look like he had a beard, and was unwashed-needing little help with the latter. And when we arrived home by 10pm, throw the pillowcase open and separate the candy-good that you liked, and the bad you would trade. Collect the pennies, and give the apples to your mother. Then try to sleep after 2000 calories of candy bars and a night's adventure. It was all about the candy-or so we thought.

Today Halloween is recognized by many for what it is-All Hallows Eve, the devil's night. And many dress like ghouls, witches, or ghosts tempting fate-not realizing who they represent. For many years now churches all over the USA have been having Harvest Festivals, and providing a safe place for kids to trick or treat. Based on the original day after Halloween, it brings many out from the community. An alternative to what the world offers-safe, fun, and a great place for parents to enjoy the time with others. Did I say it was fun?

At Calvary Chapel Escondido, our CMA chapter has been part of the night for some years now. We let kids and adults sit on our bikes, rev the motors, then run off getting their parents, or their kids to return again. And we even get to dress up-like bikers. And you know how so many like to dress like bikers-just look at the huge number of posers on weekends. But it is a time for showing Jesus Christ in a different light, one of fellowship and love. No preaching-words would not bring the smile to a face that the sound of open pipes do. And they remember who let them do it, and it creates a relationship-we now have earned the right to share Jesus with them-in words. Giving them tracts, and candy, hugs and even offering prayer, we have more more fun than anyone else. You see bikes are cool, but combining them with Jesus is the ultimate cool. And many see that hey if Jesus loves bikers, then He must be cool, too. And you thought it took four spiritual laws or a Roman's Road tract-when all it may take is 750cc of horsepower on two wheels. Maybe like mischief night, Halloween, Christmas, and a never ending weekend all wrapped up in one glorious night.

So I invite you to Calvary Chapel Escondido this Halloween night, and then back again for church. You won't be a stranger, you will have a friend saving a seat for you. And hear about a God who sent His son to die for you-so you may live. Times change, Jesus doesn't. And although the devil has his day, Jesus can have your life. Come for the candy and fun, and return as a friend. Not many places you can have dessert first, then the main meal. Hope to see you there. Encourage others to go to events at their church. Maybe if no one shows up at Satan's party, he'll go home early. Enough mischief for one day.

Friends, we are taking back what is ours. Jesus is winning. I sneaked and read the end of the book-WE WIN!Be part of the celebration. Every Sunday, everyday, or every motorcycle.

And save the soap for washing up after-you get awfully hot and sweaty playing the games and revving the throttles. Jesus Christ-He's not just for Easter and Christmas anymore!

love with compassion, and a bit of mischief,

Mike

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an open letter from the heart

On October 17, 2009 I was hit from behind by a woman driving a car who lost concentration when dealing with her young grand daughter. We found out at the scene she has terminal cancer. She is already on many of your prayer lists, if not please add her. The following is a letter to her. Although personal, we all may have people like this in our lives we need to pray for. I join with you in a hearty amen to them, with you. Let God be greater than any problems you have.

Dear Beverly,

I am the man who you ran into with your car on Saturday. That is my motorcycle stuck in your grill. This is not how I would have chosen to meet you, but obviously God has allowed this arrangement. It is a day that has changed my life, I probably will need knee surgery, and my wife still bears the burden of seeing me hit right in front of you. But we bear no anger towards you, or your family. In fact, I may be the best friend you have.

I write a daily devotion via my blog, Matthew25biker.blogspot.com. It is a Christian based devotions, based upon events in my life, mostly with motorcycles. It is read on six continents, I couldn't tell you how many thousands read it and pass it along. But this group of readers also compromises my prayer list, and I have sent out prayer for you and your cancer. I think it is safe to say that there are over a million people praying for someone they don't know, and love, who just happened to hit me. As you have been added to their prayer lists also. Our family is big and loving. And I have been praying, even at the accident scene. I began praying for you as soon as I heard of your cancer, and have spent more time in prayer over you there, and at the hospital than for myself. That is the heart of God He has given me.

I don't know where you are in a relationship with Jesus Christ, but I believe you pray. And God's answer is always the same-LOVE! And He points to His son, Jesus. My question to you is , where are you with Jesus Christ? He understands all the emotions of anger, pain, doubt, fear, and all the others than can cloud our minds. He is the way, the truth, and the life. And He forgives, so that all our sin is washed clean. Heaven awaits, and I can think of no better place that I rather be. But because God is love, He gives us a choice whether to love Him or not. And the only way to Him is through Jesus-simple, huh. That is my first prayer, salvation, for if you aren't saved no pain medicine or healing processes will keep you from hell. And it is by grace, a gift, with no attachments.

We are also praying for complete healing of your cancer. God promises this world will give us tribulations, just look around. And you don't have to look very far. But He promises to take us through it, with our trip to heaven in death the final and perfect healing. He also promises a peace on earth that surpasses understanding. Along with that we pray for complete healing.

When Joseph was kidnapped by his brothers, and sold into slavery, he could have been vindictive. But he chose God in his situation, just as I have. I have no vindictiveness, no hate towards you. My prayer is God's will be done, just like it was for Joseph. Who when called upon, was able to save his entire family from famine. His words, "what the devil meant for evil, God meant for good." And our meeting is the opportunity for God to prove this again. God will make something great out of this, I am sure. I expect nothing less from Him.

Rest in Jesus, make Him your fortress right now. Let the bitterness of sin and strife be gone. He has already begun the therapy, it is up to you how you respond. Our insurance companies will handle our accident, let Jesus handle your life. Our prayers will continue until we hear from God to stop. Love covers a multitude of sins, and today is that day of salvation. Hopefully next time we meet I can embrace you as a sister in Christ. Until then never doubt what God can do!

love with compassion,

Mike

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warm if by land, cool if by sea, part II

There are many roads, but there is only one "the ride." There are also many destinations, but only one special place at the end of that ride. For many bikers it is the Pacific Coast Highway-1200 miles of coastline in three states-mostly US 101, but also CA 1 in California. But there is a special 120 mile section that bikers refer to as Highway 1, and this ultimate piece of road is what they mean by the PCH when talking of special roads. Secluded, and once you start it no turning back. This is the stretch of road always in the top 10 rides in the US, called by many the ultimate one. A destination dreamed of by many, with the sentence ending in some day.... Running north from San Luis Obispo, to Carmel, it is some of the most breath taking views of mountains and sea ever created. Weather will be anything from fog to sun to high winds, and always chilly, but never the same for the entire ride. But it is the road that calls you, the legends of the curves, and drops in elevation-the cliffs on one side and the ocean sometimes 1000' below on the other-with no guard rails to spoil the beauty. It is every bikers dream destination, and with that in mind, my friend Rex and I set out to ride it in March of 1982.

Rex had moved from Durango to Prescott, and I would leave Durango and meet him on the way. I was riding my 1981 KZ750, an underestimated ride, as at that time anything not saying Honda on the tank was an other. Rex was on his XS850 Yamaha, a strange 3 cylinder bike with shaft drive-unusual then, and even now. And as we rode up the coast anticipating Highway 1, we were acting like this was our first ride anywhere. We had heard the stories, and knew the legacy, but didn't realize what God had planned for us that trip. Hey, we lived in Durango, we had the Loop, through Silverton and over Red Mountain Pass-we knew good roads. But God knew better. And still does.

As we arrived in Cambria-last chance for 100 miles to get gas, we were told that the road was closed 30 miles north due to a landslide from heavy rains. It was late in the day, and we decided to at least ride what we could that afternoon. Finding the Piedra Blanca Motel still open, about 20 miles north of Cambria, we became its only guests that night. After eating a dinner back in Cambria, we rode through the thick fog and were in for the night. Except that the crashing waves called us to the beach to walk and observe the cliffs and lights from the motel above. Think of the Hound of the Baskervilles with perfect roads and an ocean-then you get the eerily beautiful effect. Then we settled in for the night-and made each other a pledge, that if something ever happened to the other, they would see that the families were taken care of. Little did I know that in less than three weeks I would be distributing Rex's goods, honoring that agreement, as he was to die of an enlarged heart soon after, never able to put his arm out to break his fall as he walked off the softball field. Dead at age 32. But that night we slept well, or at least as well as any kid on Christmas Eve, the anticipation of the next day's ride dancing in our head. For many the road closure would be a bummer, the end to a trip, but to us it meant over 30 miles of perfect road with no cars-so we rode it all morning at speeds no normal rider would, safe in the fact that this gift from God wouldn't last, and we wanted every minute to count. A day where God said "go have fun and ride," and we did, having more fun than should be legal. An answer to a prayer we never would have asked-who in their right mind would/could expect Highway 1 to be closed for your road racing pleasure?

We so often forget that this is the day that the Lord has made, and to rejoice and be glad in it. That day we remembered. Often life interferes with our plans, and life can be overwhelming. But it is to be enjoyed, for no man is promised tomorrow. And rather than have circumstances dictate our lives, we need to let God be God, and live life to the fullest. Whether on the ultimate road, or on the way there, God is always with us, and that makes everyday special. And just as we could have been bummed over not riding to Carmel on the length of Highway 1, God gave two riders the dream of their lives-every time I tell the story I have never met anyone else who had the privilege we did that day. Christmas came in March that year, and I can still taste the salt air and feel the bitter cold unique along that stretch of coast. And the exhilaration of that ride. And of course, it was all about the road, and the one I rode with.

Although I have ridden Highway 1 numerous times, it has never had the same effect as it did that day. In fact, it is almost boring to me. So, I make it a point to always ride it with someone who never has, and watch as they are overwhelmed by its seductive beauty, only made more so when I tell of the ride Rex and I had. "No way," they'll say, "that isn't fair!" Who said life was?

When we started out to ride Highway 1, we didn't know what laid ahead. And to many the NO answer we got on the road conditions would have ruined many a vacation, and a relationship. But God had something better, and still does. No can also mean I have something better for you when God is involved, and my experience has always been He has. So enjoy today, be blessed as Psalm 1 desires us to be, and if the road is closed, experience the detour that takes you where you would not have gone. And brings you closer to a God that you might not know. There are many roads, but very few special rides. And we aren't usually warned about the best ones. Keep your mind and heart open to God, and watch as He provides more and better than your limited mind can imagine. Every ride may not be Highway 1, but any day can be enjoyed in the Lord. And we as Christians should have more fun than anyone-so go and enjoy today! And if you can, do it with someone, so that you have someone to share the memories with. Sadly I have no film of that day, only the file in my 35mm memory, and no Rex to share it with. But I love to remember the trip, and share it with God many times, for although there were only two bikes, there were three riders that day. Don't know how, but Jesus rides, so I never ride alone.

May today be that special day that you realize that, and build precious memories to share with others. As for me and my family-we will ride with the Lord. On the road with Jesus-now that's the ultimate highway 1!

love with compassion,

Mike

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warm if by land, cold if by sea-part 1

California's central coast is one of my favorite places to ride, or anything else for that matter. For me the 250 mile stretch of land between Santa Barbara and Hollister is one of beauty, great roads, and great places to eat. Combine that with small towns, that still have charm, ocean vistas, mountains, and the breadbasket of California, the San Joaquin Valley, and you have an incredibly diverse area. Like none other our great USA has to offer. But it is also an area of great contradictions, as we will see.

Leaving Paso Robles on any summer day, you know the temps will hit 100 that afternoon. Driving over the 46 west you can either take the highway, and enjoy the curves, or take Santa Rosa Creek Road, and enjoy the vistas, and farm country-adding another hour to you ride to Cambria. Many times we have set off, packing jackets on 100 degree days, because you don't know what awaits you once you cross over the pass. We have been in Cambria on the fourth of July in 50 degree weather, only to come back where it is over 100 in Paso! And the fog will be so thick that you cannot see the Morro rock, or even the ocean. Within only 30 miles you visit two different seasons, and unsurpassed beauty.

Leaving Santa Barbara with its Mediterranean climate you can go over San Marcos Pass, and there again pick up 30 degrees of heat in 10 miles. Take the old farm roads that have been paved and graded perfectly for motorcycles since wine has become king, and enjoy the rides. Roads that once were for trucks and wagons, now are perfectly paved for the wine testers-and bikers. I am sure we were not included in the planning, but these roads are great biker roads. From Foxen Canyon Road, to Santa Maria-then pick up Corbett Canyon Road in Arroyo Grande, then after San Luis Obispo take the small country roads, some with no other names than the ranches they go to, and enjoy a much slower, yet challenging pace. For those adventurous, take Indian Valley Road out of San Miguel, and then CA 25 to Hollister-over 100 miles with no gas or McDonalds-just you, the road, your ride, and God. Anybody up for a ride?

But riding to the coast reminds me of my relationship with God. The sun/son is always there, no matter the cloud cover, sometimes it takes faith to carry on when you can't see it. You don't know when, if ever it will break through, but you know that just above the clouds is the sun-and warmth. God is like that-sometimes the days are sunny, and you bask in His presence-and others are cloudy-but He is always there. And always shows Himself just when needed-based on His time, not ours. It is a faith ride that keeps us going, knowing that the other side can be clear and warm, even though we are cold and wet. It is the absence of sight, feeling, and presence of God that builds our faith, and gives us great reasons to be thankful even though we can't sense Him-we know He is there.

And from the top of the mountain, you can look west and see the ocean, or east and the golden hills. And the small roads that criss cross the area. Yet while riding we cannot see what's around the corner. Yet we take them leaned over, knee dragging, and exiting building speed-and adrenalin. The faith we have based on making it before, so why not now. And God seeing all the roads, and what is ahead-guiding us by His spirit from above-if we let Him. Truly the best roads are travelled with Him. We ride by faith, not by sight.

Today your day may not be starting out the best. You may have clouds where there once was sun. You have cold, when warmth is needed. You are about to travel a familiar road, yet somehow the old landmarks don't look the same. This is the time to trust God-to ride on no matter the obstacle. For the same God that has allowed them into your life, has also given you the way through them. Some of my best days riding have started cold and wet, yet when ending in the sun you can forget the trip through the rain. God allows us to get through-and when we can't, and sin, allows u-turns to get us back to Him. We ride by faith, not by sight.

So let your walk reflect this also. Things not going your way-remember it is the rain and fog that makes things green. Rough road-slow down and enjoy the beauty you may have missed at higher speeds. And if the road is clear-enjoy the day God has given you. Meditate on Him while riding-wave to other bikes, stop and take a few pictures, and grab a bite to eat. Be brave and breakfast at Cowgirl Cafe-then set off without a map just following the road-and maybe take one you haven't before. Step out in faith with a God who demands faith to be pleased, and watch as a cloudy day can turn into the best day in weeks.

So many roads and so little time. God also sees so many souls, and so little time. Let the evangelist in you take you places you have never been, on roads not yet ridden, on a motorcycle as your companion. Ride by faith, and enjoy the sights not seen other words. See God's handiwork, dress in layers, and spend time with God while being able to ride. What you make of today is how you use the gifts God has given you. Have one that makes you want to send postcards of blessings to all your friends.

And next time, invite them along-it's called fellowship. Better enjoyed with friends who ride-so let's ride, in faith and all day long.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the news today will be the movies for tomorrow, part II

As a Christian, I hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. Faith in God keeps us hopeful, but with Hollywood banging away on this false Mayan calendar prophecy, many have gone to the worst case scenario-rather than seek God. Not only is Mayan prophecy about end of the world not found in Mayan prophecy, it is extracted from a cyclical orbiting of the universe, extracted from their calendar, but it figures great to those who lie on the Internet, produce movies-Hollywood, and works right into the devil's plan to corrupt more souls. More lies, inaccuracies, and innuendos that many rush to believe-fortunately there are still those that cling to God.

Lies are nothing new-just go and look at new cars and duck the untruths that sound great, but deliver nothing. We are all fed up with political rhetoric, regardless of party, who all lie for their own good-while millions suffer because of their greed.

My unemployment benefits ran out over a month ago, so I have been watching the news for an extension. The unemployed today are different than any other time in history-we were making good money and our jobs went away, never to return. It is not like a factory closing, then reopening-jobs in finance, financing, professionals, and other high end jobs are gone. Leaving a class used to making $100,000+ now reduced to working for $9/hour at Wal-Mart, thereby displacing those who would have those jobs. Recently I sent my resume in for a job, and got a message back that I was one of 4,195,000 whose resumes are on file! So here I sit waiting by the phone for that call-that never arrives! So I decided to investigate-lesson one-those in power do not like to be asked questions. Aren't you glad God does!

I called the House Ways and Means Committee, they were listed as passing the latest bill. Not only was I greeted by a real person answering the phone, but told that it had been passed and Senate has had it for over two weeks. They referred me to my Senators-but then directed me to Sen. Harry Reid's office. Where surprise, a real voice answered the phone. And immediately began to blame the Republicans. I chastised her for bi-partisan politics, challenged her patriotism, and she said I should talk to Jon Kyl in Arizona, the senator who blocked it.

Another voice answered the phone explaining that the Democrats are the problem. When I chastised her, she explained how the system works. Harry Reid called for a floor vote-all present must unanimously pass, or it goes to committee. And they called a vote only one hour after drafting it. So Kyl voted negative, so they could read it! While we all starve, by the way.

Today I learn that the reason he vetoed the bill was because it was not only for UI Extension Benefits, but also the wily Dems wanted to give more money to ACORN-the ones under investigation by the Federal and many state governments. They tried to pull a fast one, and the Dems got busted. That is why they are again blasting the Republicans.

While people starve. And lose their homes. Aren't you glad God's form of government-grace, a loving, benevolent despot takes care of us? He knows our needs, and meets them when we obey. Without obedience how do we know what to do? We need to either trust God-or the government? Who do you have faith in? Whose world do you see coming to an end? Remember God's people will be gone when the worst seven years of tribulation ever to visit earth happen. Believe Him now, and miss it. Or hang around, and watch while people follow the Mayan philosophies-by the way, where are the Mayans today? Ask Nostradamus-by the way where is he today? Or you can trust the Bible-never wrong, always right-and inspired by God.

Jesus said as in the days of Noah, and with rampant homosexuals, lying not being a crime, the wrong is right, and right is wrong, and then add pestilence, crime, and religious prejudice toward Christians, the time is right for the rapture. Maranatha! In Greek-rejoice Christ is coming soon! And I hope your faith is in Him. If not, I will be happy to give you the numbers to your representatives in Congress. A partisan truth mixed with party politics. More of the same.

Jesus Christ! Alive and well. What a movie His life would make! And imagine the tribulation from Revelation's perspective on the screen! Left Behind! Nah, who would believe it? Don't wait for the movie-read the book now, while you can. The Bible-still a best seller!

love with compassion,

Mike

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worship at the shop/church of your choice

For whatever reason when traveling we don't like to stop and ask for directions. For one reason, people you ask don't know where they are, let alone where anything else is. Sad, but true. Even in bike shops, I have been amazed at outside of the two best bike roads, they don't know how to get around. I find they don't even just go for a ride, but now only go to a predetermined biker event. Which have turned into t-shirt conventions, with little more than things to buy for those attending. And even the biker nights now have hot rods and old cars attending. Anything the owners of the diner, drive in, etc . can do to boost revenue they will do. Good points are we all get to mingle, bad sides are, bikers lose interest and go somewhere else, or nowhere at all. We have added to society as needing to be entertained by an organized event.

And it is true that many don't know where to go. It used to be the motorcycle shop was a central point to be involved in motorcycling. You not only bought your bike there, but got it serviced and bought parts for it there, too. You would hang out on rainy mornings, and even sunny ones when you met there to start your ride. You might even have a coffee cup hanging, and chipped in for coffee and donuts. Or bring some from home. No rules, no cars, no t-shirt concessions-but just guys who like to ride hanging out and bench racing before or after the ride. And you wanted to be known there, so you supported your bike shop. And some of the world's greatest problems were solved during discussions, like will the new Suzuki really do 140? Why would anyone ride a Honda? Where's Pete? Is it true he has been looking at BMWs? Or would someone please tell the Harley to park outback, he's ruining our reputation. If you even had one. Serious stuff, yet fun, too. You all rode, yet you all were individuals, and there were bonds that went beyond brands and favorite donuts. And when a stranger came in asking directions, you knew you could instantly get him lost, for what was easy to you, was impossible for him, thanks to your directions. But you often made a new friend, and talked about meeting him for weeks to come. "Hey, remember that guy on the blue Triumph. Was going to Maine, from California. Wonder if he made it? You know it would be easier on my Wing....." And the debate continues.

We like to recognize first time visitors at our church. I make it a point to seek one out afterwards to welcome them. Find out about them, and fellowship. Hopefully encourage them to get involved. But sometimes there are some of us who look a bit, shall we say different. We don't wear ties, in fact we may not wear long pants. Our hair may be long, or we have tattoos. You may be the wrong ethnicity-biker-or have the wrong Bible cover on your Bible. And sadly, some old church folk will shun you. It is sad that prejudice has invaded the church, even sadder we shut the door behind it and won't let it leave. We all have prejudices, and hide them behind legalism. Making rules so we are better than the rest, or at least give the illusion. How many times has God sent someone to your church and has he been not welcomed? He tells us we may have been entertaining angels, and missed blessings.

My charge to you, and myself is to make all welcome. Many love the Lord, or would like to, but because they are different, aren't accepted. Introduce yourself to the older ones, great people to visit with and learn from. Talk to the guys with tattoos, they might love Jesus as much as you, but are prejudiced by those wearing ties, after all it is the rich who throw the poor in jail. Share a donut after with a new brother in Christ, and encourage them. They may need directions, so be ready. We are all a work in process, so aid and abet that process, rather than hinder.

And if a biker shows up with tattoos, a dew rag, and a leather vest, go introduce yourself. You just may be meeting the next Billy Graham, or Pastor Z. God looks on the heart, can we do the same? Maybe that is why fellowships like Calvary Chapel are growing. Why biker churches, and other fellowships thrive with people that no one else would make welcome. And they are changing the world. Don't fall into that sin-welcome all!

And if you show up, look for bikers. We will welcome you no matter what. But a warning to those in ties, we may be wary of you. So lighten up! Note-did Jesus ever wear a tie?

Bench racing is great fellowship for those of us who ride, include it in your church time, too. Just might add a whole new dimension to your church experience, and service. Just imagine, a group of Christians getting together, outside church. Wonder what they may talk about. Hey, did you hear about Bill's sickness. Let's pray. This is my new friend Greg. And this guy, he's my pastor. With Jesus in common, you just may find we have nothing uncommon, except Him.

And if you happen to ride-then you are really cool. Jesus and bikers-it just don't get any better. For when church ends, the ride begins, and sometimes continues. Hey, does anybody know how to get to Figueroa Canyon Road, I read it's a great ride...

love with compassion,

Mike

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a substitute for cubic inches

As kids growing up in the fifties and sixties, this time of year meant the arrival of the Sears Christmas Catalog, aka the Wish Book. Jammed inside its pages were all the toys we would desire, plus many we would see for the first time. It would have us writing notes and lists of toys we wanted, then passing them on to our parents, who we knew would see that Santa would get them, and just in case he didn't exist, they would have our lists. For almost two months we would read and digest the book, knowing prices, shipping weights and charges, and colors, etc. We would be stoked as the day for the realization of our dreams would draw closer. All these neat boy toys, but I never could understand the girls section. I knew girls who played with boy toys, but what possible fun was Barbie-or her dream house? I still don't get it-fortunately God showed me favor by giving me sons.

We attended the Tour de Wangers this weekend, sponsored by Jim Wangers, the Godfather of the GTO. He was there at the beginning, and at 83 still is lively and active today. With over 100 cars in attendance, most Pontiacs, we had a great time looking at cars that were original, or restored right-still driven and enjoyed. When I go to these shows I like to listen to the older guys tell their stories, and I heard more than once that day about their tours in Nam, and the cars they lusted over when they got back. Cars with names like GTO, Firebird, Trans Am, Camaro, Boss, GTX, Roadrunner, and 442 lit up the conversations. And what cars to come home to. A nation had deserted them, but not the wheels they loved. And on pay saved or given to parents for safe keeping, anyone with $3500 could buy one of these classic muscle cars when new. 1967-70 were the greatest times for them, and these cars of their dreams were there waiting. Just make sure you had almost as much money for insurance!

And walking and listening reminded me of how young men, and boys, still dream about fast cars. No matter their age. It is like Alfred P. Sloan, the architect of GM said, "you can sell a young man's car to an older man, but not an old man's car to a younger one." Top down, 4bbls open, and your favorite AM station blaring through the rear speaker, life couldn't be any better. No matter your age or hair line-life is for living. The price of the toys separating the men from the boys.

I also enjoy listening to older Christian men tell about the things God has done in their lives. It encourages me, and gives me hope, and it seems to be heard just when needed. When disaster strikes, and you fell alone-a brother will call who has gone through it-and somehow you realize you can too. It reminds me that when things get tough, that God is tougher. That God owns the bank, is the doctor, and owns the fleet in my garage. He is the food in my fridge, and the electricity in my wires. He is always there, but sometimes sends friends to remind me of His love, blessing both of us. This weekend being hit by a car while riding, I was reminded of that love by all the e-mails, phone calls, and visitors. No way I could hurt with all this love going on. And we talked of God, economy, ministries, and of course motorcycles. A better way to keep you young than even a muscle car. And as I reflect on that, I realize that as dangerous as our sport can be, the blessings far outweigh the dangers.

And I also realize that God rides with each one of us, at any speed. So strap yourself in, or your helmet on-and enjoy the ride. Some last longer than others, some are faster, some are just a cruise or a ride in the country. But a ride and life with God is never boring-Jesus Christ sees to that. So get out and enjoy life-but please-look out for bikes and bikers. We have families too- and would love to enjoy God's blessings with them. And just like those who came back to fulfill their dreams, keep reading the true wish book-where all your dreams will come true-the Bible. Never grow up-just grow into your dreams. And bless others as you go. You never know-they just might have a red 442 in the garage that needs exercising, and a co-driver. Don't miss any blessings God has for you-even if you take them a 1/4 mile at a time. Jesus Christ adds life-hey, He is life!

love with compassion, and a few bruises,

Mike

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fulfilling, tastes great

Theresa and I were finishing our 500 mile trip across Oklahoma, without touching a freeway, so we could eat at Clanton's in Vinita. As seen on the Food Channel, they have excellent chicken fried steak, and we had made it our destination for dinner. With mashies and green beans, and lots of gravy. No room for desert, so we finished the day riding through Kansas and spent the night in Springfield, Missouri. Across the street from a Steak and Shake, a great reason to love the Midwest. Over 70 years of decadently great shakes. A few years ago on Torches we had all eaten at one, and they gave us hats to wear-I gotta find the pictures. But their shakes are the best. So, inhaling we walked across the street while visions of a strawberry shake danced in my head. There is always room for one, and looking at the menu for new flavors-I had pumpkin last time, noted they had fat free, lo-cal frozen yogurt shakes. Which being calorie conscious, after the 3000 calorie CFS, decided to have instead. It tasted so good until I read the calorie chart-it had only 60 calories less than the real thing! I gave up 60 calories and missed the real thing! I just burned up 60 calories in disappointment. Full, yes. Filled, yes. Fulfilled, no. There is a difference. Guess I'll just have to go back again.

My next stop, on a different trip, was to Primanti Bros. in Pittsburgh. Known for their unique sandwiches-meat, a handful of fresh cut fries, and a handful of Italian slaw, packed between two slices of hand cut Italian bread, and served on waxed paper-as a proper sandwich should be. They now had locations all over the city's metro area, but I wanted the original, downtown in the strip area, under the 16th Street Bridge, since 1923. So I did, even followed their directions, which took me down an alley, into an OLD industrial area. Cautiously parking the Tiger, I went inside, and smelled 80+ years of fried delight. Ordering the #2, their all time best seller, cheese steak, I sat at the counter and watched as the same woman I had seen on the Food Channel prepared it. Note-I pity the fool that would ask for a Philly cheese steak in Steeler town! And it was as good as it looked. The only drawback was Theresa was not there to share it with. There are four parts to a good meal-the food, the service, the location, and who you eat it with. I had no one except this guy grunting at the TV next to me at the counter to tell how I had ridden 2500 to eat here, so I didn't, enjoying my meal alone. 3 for 4 is a good night at the ballpark, just ok at dinner. Full-yes. Filled-burp, yes. Fulfilled, no. Alone, yes.

We start our days with God, with an appetite this way, and it is up to us what to fill them with. Too many times life interferes with our plans, and we get filled up with TV, work, family, motorcycles, or PTA. Leaving little time for God. And by Sunday we can be spiritually famished, we are filled up, but not fulfilled. With me it takes a conscious effort to read the Bible, pray often, then meditate on God. But I find that when I do, I am fulfilled, and filled with joy. Joy can be an interesting acronym-Jesus, Others, You. And when He is first, all things get added to you. Fulfillment. Others next. Deny yourself, and minister to others. Watch the blessings come as you set out to be a blessing to others. Then you. Last, where you should be. But without you, it would just be Jo. It takes all three for JOY, and to be fulfilled. And joy is not an emotion, happiness is. Happiness depends on situations, like my meals above. Joy is not the absence of suffering, but the presence of God. Joy never has to change-but we let it. Just like my low cal choice left me wishing I had the real thing, Jesus wants you to have every blessing He has for you. Which can include no. As you will see.

Our last meal is in Birmingham, Alabama, after being told by a docent at the Barber Motorsports Museum-a must see for bikers of all types-to eat at this certain bbq restaurant. When we arrived there, the mall it was in had a power outage. As Theresa was about to faint from hunger, I felt God had something better. Stopping by Bogart's BMW-Triumph, they recommended the Golden Rule. From the time we walked in, and had our drinks before we sat down, you knew God had shown us joy in something better. When I asked what was Brunswick stew, she brought me a cup, not just a taste. From the brisket, to the beans, the cole slaw, and pulled pork, this was the best bbq we had ever had. Period. And I almost lost a digit trying to get a taste of Theresa's Ice Box Chocolate cake. All this with just enough conversation with the waitress, meeting Michael the pit boss, and having my picture taken with him-cooking there since 1974. The only disappointment in our under $15 meal was just missing the woman who makes the beans-as she had for over 55 years, with no recipe. They were concerned she would die with the recipe because it wasn't written down. Full-oh, yeah! Filled-let me find a place to sleep! Fulfilled-like no other meal, and God had provided it, with joy for us. Great food, great place, great service, and my favorite dinner date. And of course the maitre'd of my life Jesus.

So next time you choose to snack before the meal is done, wait. Don't miss the full course He has for you. God wants you to enjoy it all, with Him. Put Him first-He knows the best restaurants, has an in with the cooks and waitresses, and every day with Him is special-not just the daily special. Jesus Christ-still feeding the hungry after 2000 years. And if your waitresses name happens to be joy, tell her Jesus sent you. And leave her fulfilled, in Christ.

Now if I only had room for dessert...

love with compassion,

Mike

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dues paid, membership accepted

Eric Clapton sings a song "No One Knows You When You are Down and Out." And I must admit, many of us feel like that from time to time, and with no jobs, no money, and for many no hope, the song rings true in too many hearts. And when Ringo sang "you gotta pay your dues if you wanna sing the blues" he was right, it don't come easy. For worthwhile things never have, and never will.

When I lost my job 20 months ago, and decided to get into full time ministry, my head was filled with all kinds of dreams about blessings I was going to be part of, and have been. When the stories are told we always share the good parts, never the boring and tedious times when we just stood and prayed, or listened. Or studied, patiently. But along the road, which is often rough and often testing my spiritual suspension, I find that to be effective I must have walked my talk. Something not inherent to human beings. We want to start at the top and work our way down. But God's plans are different, and I find so many times I am not smarter than fifth grader.

When traveling, if I stop and a group of bikers is there, I will seek out the one who has been on the road. You can tell by the way he is dressed, and even more perceptively how he has a relationship between him and his bike. Doesn't matter the brand, he's a biker. The two have travelled many miles an roads, and you can get honest answers, not opinions based on what some novice wrote in his magazine column. He knows, so you seek him out. When you are choosing a career, you seek out someone successful in that field, and pick their brain. It only makes sense. And so it is for those who minister. And somehow the needy can tell if you care. Like I was told recently, quoting scripture is hateful if not done in love. Chew on that awhile, then read Matthew 25.

To learn the compassion of Christ, you must first have been hurt. Just like you cannot have mercy until you have screwed up. And I find that the emotional pain I have endured goes way beyond any physical pain I ever had. I have learned to turn the other cheek when a so called brother, will cowardly accuse my wife about me, but is too chicken to talk to me. And now where I should feel contempt, I feel sorry for him, meekness being the better choice. I see how Jesus was betrayed, never over doctrine, but on opinions. I have been deeply hurt by superiors in title, but not in standing-false accusations made, and learned that being right is not always good enough for those under the law, but being in the spirit gives a peace that nothing else can, no matter how much they try to take it away. I have watched as men complain about their jobs to me, and I don't have an income. I have been told that "I'm praying for you brother," but never ask if I'm hungry, while stuffing their face. I have been accused, threatened, and singled out for my Biblical stands, but never once accused of not loving enough. Or being scripturally inaccurate. Love is scripturally accurate. And in all this have been drawn closer to God. And better understand why Jesus hung with the bikers, prostitutes, gangsters, and the poor and lonely. He knew their pain, for He had endured it. He had endured every one of their sins, but bore them instead of committed them. He knows what it is like to be betrayed by a family, and members who you trusted, over lies and innuendos. The Judas in all of us. He knows what it is like for so called brothers to fall back on denominational laws, as opposed to what the word says. If you don't like what it says, you can always find someone who will agree with your opinion. No need being lonely and in sin. Start a club. He knows what it is like to be hungry-past appetite, and watch as we gorge ourselves before those who haven't eaten, and wish weren't there to make us feel uncomfortable. He knows what it is like to have everything, but be stripped of it all too. To bear sins that He never committed, so we can have fellowship with Him. He has known loneliness-so that we never have to be alone.

In racing it is never hard to find the winners after the race. Or the losers either. It is the losers I am drawn to, they are able to visit one on one. To the winners I am just another face in the crowd-a groupie. But to the losers, they are always open to an audience of one. And that's how Jesus ministers to us-one on one. Consoling. We will rejoice in heaven, soon, but for now we need to weep with those who weep. Offer food to those who are hungry. Offer shelter to those without. Visit those who have no visitors, and spend time with those who have too much of it, but no one to spend it with. Love those who aren't so lovely. Or lovable. Perhaps that is the greatest lesson I have ever learned-and how it has brought me closer to God. Just a closer walk with thee-personal and intimate. A choice to be humble, lest you be humiliated.

If you don't exhibit these characteristics, I don't doubt your salvation, but maybe your walk. Pure religion is taking care of widows and orphans. Jesus also said we are to stand out by our love. Do we? I have also learned to forgive, and am working on forgetting. Some wounds run deep, and leave scars. But the scars not seen are the ones only Jesus can deal with. Are you letting Him?

Will you join me in prayer, one of asking the God of second chances to forgive and start you out anew? New game, new race-it's the first inning, and they just dropped the green flag. Jesus is your coach and co-driver, right next to you always. And when you hurt, He is there to console you. So you can console others. Mercy, poured out and overflowing. Building in you a relationship that nothing on earth can harm or compare to.

And to those who answer the call blessings beyond compare. I cheerfully, and tearfully encourage you to seek Jesus today. And maybe find out why we all have to suffer, but learn there is someone there to bear it with us, and for us. Alone in Christ is a majority. Be the kind of Christian that others look for, instead of look out for. Remember that a wounded animal is the most dangerous, and many of us are wounded. Be a true representative of Christ by showing love and compassion, against which there are no laws.

love with compassion,

Mike

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noah's aarp

As in the days of Noah, things shall be when Jesus calls His church out of this world, and thus begins the Great Tribulation. Things we hear often in church, but it seems now the world has jumped onto this soon to be headline making event. But with their usual incorrect and decadent slant. Doomsday, or the end of the world. Where survivors all wear white, and all look the same in the future. And the ones on the outside, the mutants all are seeking just to survive, as animals. The haves and have nots. Interesting, huh comrade? Once again, the truth not being exciting enough-10-15% of the world's people disappearing and that's not exciting enough? The plagues of Revelation 6-19 aren't enough, we need special effects? How about truth-now that is an effect that is special! But yet they take the special effects route, and combined with a handsome hero, some kid who manages to get lost and delays the hero's saving of the world, with a sexy girlfriend added in, somehow the world is saved. And in only 120 minutes! And they tell us we have faith! Why is it so easy to believe fantasy, but not the truth, particularly when there is overwhelming evidence? It is just like God says, He gave man over to his depravity, and look at the results.

What were Noah's days like? For instance, the average life span before the flood was 912 years according to the Bible. Noah started the ark when he was 600, completed it at 720, so he was middle age. There were quite possibly a billion people on the planet then, given the life span and their even then desire to procreate. And it had never rained. Not a drop. So the people thought Noah was really nuts. And to many he was, just like many react to us today when we tell them of the impending doom after the rapture. To them rain was a non-word, for it had never happened. Only God can give words for things not yet revealed, in fact He calls them mysteries. Elementary, my dear believers. And they all became believers that day when it started to rain. But it was too late. And like today, many will be instant believers, some led astray, but like the word says, every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord, the difference is now it can save you and is voluntary-after it will be too late. Take the mark or lose your head.

People were wicked-giants were in the land, fallen ones God calls them. And they had an influence. Just watch the news, if you can stand it. Giants are still in the land perverting humanity. But Noah, with his three sons, and their wives, made a total of eight God called onto the ark. And then God sent animals two by two into the ark. And then sealed it up. And the Hebrew language tells us that the mammals and birds on the ark are different than the fish, amphibians, and reptiles that didn't need to be in it. In the Hebrew language, the lexicon tells us that these animals can have a relationship with man, because they were on the ark. A good comparison to man and God. The others can't, and don't. Ever try to charm an alligator? Or pet a shark? They weren't on Noah's ark. And here we see the first God sponsored health plan, Noah's AARP. ASSOCIATION of ARK RESCUED PEOPLE! Covered by a God sponsored plan, including retirement benefits, health care, and all for free! And the first mentioned shipwreck in history-on Mt. Ararat preceded Gilligan's Island by 5000 years! This guy Noah had it made, but do we in "as in the days of Noah?" Eight people, the number of new beginnings. Going from ocean front property to a mountaintop, Noah had it all. And of course he had God, without whom none of this was possible.

Which brings up a thought? After God promised Noah He would never flood the world again-this time it will burn up, and a new earth will appear-what did he think the first time it rained? Did he freak-out, did he wonder if God's instructions for setting up government was crazy? Did he wish he had stayed on the ark? Perhaps a moment of fear, or at least concern. But Noah had insurance-AARP, remember? Today we call it the gospel, the message still being God saves! Hosanna! What insurance do you fall back on when the rains come? Or the fire is heading your way? Or the doctor mentions the c word? Or you lose your job, and wonder how you will take care of your family? I recommend doing what Noah did-trust God. Be ready for the rain when there is no sign of it-and trust God when there is no sign of Him, that is real faith. And enjoy your day knowing that behind the clouds is a rainbow, God's sign to us that He will never leave us.

The signs are there, and the clouds are forming. Will you be safe inside the ark God has provided in His son, Jesus? Or are you so consumed with the world and yourself that the fantasies of Hollywood are your belief system? Buying into a counterfeit belief is even more disastrous when it fails. And it will. Look around, God is in control. Then it was an ark, today it is His son-Jesus. Led by His Holy Spirit, the comforter. So, get a piece of the rock, travel under God's umbrella, and be progressive-seek and trust Jesus. A plan for everyone, with eternal benefits. And you can't be cancelled. And the government is not a part of it. The AARP of Noah is still able to rescue you and keep you safe in the storm. Noah's AARP! Where will you be when the rains come?

Join the Association of Ark Rescued People today-endorsed by Jesus. Go tell it on the mountain!

Now, about that retirement plan you have, does it include eternal life....

love with compassion,

Mike

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a rose by any other name will still have thorns

My friend Peter Swerdlick used to yell "hey idiot" in a crowd, and watch everyone turn around. And we would laugh. Were they really all idiots, or just known by that? The power of a name. So while waiting for the elevator at my physical therapy appointment, I noted there was a Dr. Joseph College in the building. And I wondered if his parents ever realized the curse they put on him at birth. Joe College-wasn't that a t-shirt that Snoopy wore in the 70's? Would you go to a doctor named Joe College? And I almost laughed when the sign outside his office said sick people could not come in. Huh? Why else go to a doctor? They were told to wait in the hall. Is that considered a house call-since you are not seen in the office? A lesson in why patients are called patients-it takes patience to be a patient of Joe College. Dr., that is. Rah!

It made me reflect on other signs I have seen. In Durango at the end of Main Avenue, there is a sign that states dead end. And under it a sign saying no U turns. And to think that I saw it not on Mulberry Street! Eat here and get gas is a popular truck stop sign in the midwest, but hey I can get gas anywhere-even at home. And 30+ years ago Chevy sold a car called the Nova. And it failed in Mexico because no one in Detroit understood that Nova means "no go" in Spanish. And I don't understand why anyone would buy a car called Limited? See Nova. Don't we at least want our money's worth? "Why doesn't my car perform better?" "It's a Limited mam." Maybe it is like in Animal House when Belushi gives out pins. When he names Larry, Pinto, Pinto asks "why?" And Belushi answers "why not?" And perhaps there we are given an insight as to why things are like they are.

Like in Phillipsburg, there is a Firth Street. Does that mean the next street is Thecond? Thounds ok to me!

Names mean something. And when you read the genealogy after Adam, it tells a wonderful story. When someone asks why read the old testament, there is no salvation in it, refer them to Genesis 5. A perfect description of Jesus-told by generations, and by the men's names. Simply put, their names, in order means "Man appointed, subject to death. From the presence of God, one comes down, dedicated to die, to send to the poor and lonely-comfort and rest." A beautiful heritage, over hundreds of years, a precursor of Jesus. A perfect description of Him by name, and character. The gospel! In the beginning, or at least right after. Only God could do that!

So next time you meet a guy named Ford driving a Chevy, or a Harley riding a Honda, remember that God also has a sense of humor. After all He made you, and He knows your name. Do you know His? Try Genesis 5, and then the four gospels. Meet the wonderful counselor, the Prince of Peace, the begotten and unique Son of God-who came to seek and save. He calls you friend, and what a friend He is. The signs are all there, too. And no matter what you drive, or ride, you are welcome.

And I'll bet he knows Joe. Joe who? Joe momma! And all you other Joes, too. Seems His dad was called Joseph, too. Hey, wood that make him Joe Carpenter? No pun intended. Very simply put-Jesus the Christ. Yeshua. Master, savior. A name to know and remember. He said what he meant, and meant what He said-He is the Son of God, 100%! We could all use a little Jesus today.

love with compassion,

Mike

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postcards from the heart

Well it's that time of year when after dinner we can't sit on the porch for a couple of hours and solve all the day's problems. It is getting dark, and cooler early, so we find ourselves moved inside. Theresa uses her time for her woman's Bible study, another sign of fall, and I find myself at the table with maps, magazines , and brochures, brainstorming next year's trip. So many places to go, and the articles make them all sound so appealing. I call them chamber of commerce moments, the ideal photo to make you have to go, and assure you any other destination will leave you wishing you had.

We have chamber of commerce times when traveling. A few years back, when travelling to Durango with my old boss Gary Murphy and family, we went to Francisco's, the Mexican restaurant for me. Francis, Jr,. aka Skip is a friend, and when we were standing in the traditional long line to get in-only an hour wait-I hear "hey Mike Mohn!" And it's Skip-asking how many then "c'mon, your table is ready!" For all ten of us. A chamber of commerce event I couldn't have scripted-but not for all those ahead of me in line. Sorry-hope your wait was worth it. Great food and great times, thanks to Skip. Just interview me for the restaurant reviews now-I dare you!

Another time in St. Louis I needed to have the oil changed in the Tiger. Wouldn't make the entire 7500 mile trip without it, so I called Donelson Cycles, and talked to Pat the service manager. After being told to come on by in an hour, I found myself waiting in line, with the man in front of me being told "we are too busy to service your bike today." And my heart sunk. When it became my turn, I introduced myself to Pat, and he said "glad to meet you Mike, it will be about 45 minutes." And in 35 minutes it was ready. And while waiting upstairs in the store, toured their excellent museum of old bikes-free, memorabilia and racers, and met Carl Donelson, the owner-who also had a Tiger. Who when asked where I was from, knew Lance, who sold me my first Triumph. And who had sold Lance his first Norton. He even gave us a fridge magnet and a t-shirt. Another chamber of commerce moment, one that no advertising dollars could compete with.

God also gives us these chamber of commerce moments when he talks about heaven. For over 6000 years He has been inviting people to come and stay, and for the last 2000 has sent out more brochures/books than anyone in the world. The most advertised destination-heaven, in the largest selling book, the Bible. And He wants us all to come, and we can't just visit-we have an eternal home there, that He is preparing. Simply put, to get there you must be born again. And when Nicodemus, the rich Pharisee, asked how can you be born again, Jesus explained it is a spiritual rebirth, a reuniting you with God that must take place. It took him less than 20 chapters in John to get it, as he was there with Joseph to claim Jesus' body, how long will it take for you?

What about heaven don't you like? The great weather, the great roads, the clean air? Maybe it is the people you will be with, other Christians who like you gave their lives to Christ. Perhaps it is giving up all the pain and suffering on earth, and realizing the something you need is really a someone. What ever your reason for not accepting the invite, accept it now. Time is short, and no one is promised tomorrow. And if you wait too long, you may miss out. The alternative-hell. No light, extreme loneliness, extreme pain and burning, and an eternity without God-just like you chose-but didn't know He would honor. Same God-your choice on destinations.

It seems in these moments these memories are the only thing that matters-all cost considerations go out the door. But God understands cost, so He paid for your trip for you. In full, and He has a reservation for you, all you have to do is trust Him. Pick up a travel brochure today-the Bible-and find out what you are missing. Do it soon, as the season you are in may be the last. Make plans to spend eternity in heaven, with Jesus, and in a mansion He is building specifically for you. Where everyday is a chamber of commerce day, all the food is cooked just right, all the roads designed for motorcycles, and where you have eternal weekends to ride them. In between other days to ride them. Not a visit, but a destination. Make sure of your reservations today-ask Jesus into your heart.

And just like knowing the boss, you know the owner-and He knows you. Tell your friends-word of mouth is second only to the Word. See you there. Now, I hear that West Virginia is beautiful in June. How will I ride there? So many roads, so few time. Take the right road to heaven today. Make your plans now.

love with compassion,

Mike

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turn key-gas on-tickle carbs-release clutch-kick, while praying, just to get started

This morning as you go to wherever you go, in whatever you go in, or in my case on, you will put a key into an ignition, turn it, and the car/bike will start. You will put it into gear, apply the gas and go forward. The whole time not having a clue as to what has just happened, but doing it none the less. Driving by faith. Assuming the car will start when the key is turned. Just pushing a pedal will give you forward motion-cause it always has. And you can regulate your velocity by adjusting throttle input. All without knowing how anything works, any physical law, and with your radio blaring. An incredible achievement. I see overwhelmed moms in mini vans doing it all the time. And yet when this simple process is interrupted, we turn into recalcitrant children, like their passengers, and our vehicle a paperweight, useless as it is not performing the duty it was designed for.

It wasn't always this way. Just some 40 years ago, if you were riding an English motorcycle, you had no key to turn to start the car. You had to kick it over, after tickling the carbs-not the bad carbs from eating, the ones that provided gas flow-until gas ran out onto your foot. You then would pull in the clutch, kick through twice to release the clutch plates-then jump up and land on the kick starter-and hopefully the bike would start. If it didn't by the second kick, you were staying where you were for a while. Or you could push start it, and hope it would start, downhill preferable. Participation required. And this was as acceptable then, as our procedure is now. Electric starting caused a revolution in motorcycles, one we just take for granted. But removed the participation-thankfully in this case.

But both situations are an exercise in faith. In one we take it for granted it will start. The other, we hoped it would start. Both faith, but one truer to God, as it required more hoping and praying, and your participation. And our walk with God is like that. The best definition of faith I ever heard was trusting God when there is no evidence of Him. Sounds like an old Triumph to me! But knowing by following instructions, the bike would eventually start. Persistence sometimes the most important component of faith. We learned to trust God in the actions of starting-realizing the reward for when we did accomplish starting the bike. On the other hand, we take it for granted that when the button is pushed, the bikes of today will start. And when they don't, after using words not found in the Bible, replace the battery, after seeing if we have gas, and then assume it will start. It has always been that way, we believe, so why not just replace the battery and get it over with?

Why do we trust our bikes and cars more than we trust God? Why is our faith in the vehicle to start unwavering-for the most-but when it comes to trusting God with our lives we waver? Surely He who allowed Harleys and Triumphs to be built, and endure, can meet whatever needs you have. He who has overcome that Prince of Darkness-Lucas Electrics-can get you going, and keep you there. But yet, we go off looking for answers everywhere but God when we encounter difficulties. And in most cases ending up along the side of the road, if we ever got going at all.

Today is the best time to start walking by faith. You have faith in your light switch, your toaster, your coffee brewer, and your car/bike. You have confidence in your radio-maybe not the news on it-and confidence with your password to unlock your computer at work. All without God! Can we try to trust Him with our bank accounts today? To keep our sons and daughters safe in the armed services? With our health? Can we trust Him to hear when we call? Can we trust Him with our lives, as He asks? You see, He says that without faith it is impossible to please Him. Not a lot, just a little-because that is all we have. But maybe if we trust God like we do our motorcycles, imagine the difference in our lives. So I am-just pushing the button marked God-and see what happens. The best way to start the day.

And participate in a relationship that keeps getting better and better. He promises to never leave me or forsake me! Can your car say that? How much faith is there in a system that needs a tow truck-just to get home sometimes? Leaving you alone! God won't, and doesn't. But it takes your participation-He will not interfere, but He is calling you now. Will you answer-saying nothing is saying no. While the rest of us ride through life, you may be waiting on the side of the road-hopefully waiting for someone to arrive. He already has, will you let Him into your car and into your life? And onto your motorcycle? No doubt Jesus rides, and He is happy to ride with you.

These things follow them that believe. Love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, kindness, meekness, longs suffering, and self control. Beats anger, hate, revenge, an overdrawn account, saying words not found in the Bible, and a tow truck that never arrives. Get where you are going-heaven-with Jesus. And as you go, tell others. Stopping to assist them is better than being stuck. You see, it is better to give than receive. So give today-your life to Jesus. Never be stuck again. It's just a matter of getting started!

love with compassion,

Mike

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