you've lost that lovin' feelin'

First off, I hope you all had a happy and safe Thanksgiving. Even without jobs, finances, and health we still have so much to be thankful for. Some of the talk this Thanksgiving turned to the state of the motorcycle economy, and how it is effecting the motorcycle community. Within the last 60 days the Love Ride has been cancelled due to low interest. Are things that tough in Hollywood that they can't come up with the $60 fee to ride in it? Seems so, as they had only about 10% response, this to a ride that has over 20,000 riders annually. I can see it now, WILL ACT FOR FOOD signs on Hollywood Boulevard. Leaning on their $100k custom chopper.

It also meant the end of Buell Motorcycles, as Harley pulled the plug on them, and has MV Augusta for sale. Seems their profits were off 83% last quarter, and their stock prices are reflecting it. I used to think the business of Harley Davidson was to make bikes, but realize now it is to make money. And that non-producers are expendable. And that the unions have taken over some plants, and forcing them to close. Dealers who had spent mega bucks to build large dealerships with freeway access are closing, and sales are off industry wide 50%. I hope that they learned from the auto industry-I would hate to see the government take over the motorcycle industry too. They did such a stellar job with cars, but a discount check of $4500 to buy bikes would definitely stimulate our economy.

And within the motorcycling community, we notice our numbers shrinking. Posers, who bought into the lifestyle, and actually rode 20 miles at a time, are gone. Their bikes are for sale, and some good deals are to be had. If you have the cash. I also notice that along with rally numbers down, the biker community in whole is down, the exception being the Toys for Tots Ride that had record numbers two weeks ago. Patriotism and motorcyclists still go hand in hand, and I hope always will.

But I also see some hanging on, when they should be moving on. Stuck in a rut-as my friend described as a grave with both ends open-hanging on to whatever vestige of what was still is. Tough decisions, when to move on, or when to change. And when I see churches losing attendance, and still living the same way, I wonder-do they get it? Are they listening to the spirit? And I wonder sometimes if I am. Decisions, as you get closer to God, don't necessarily get easier, but the access to the answers does. The key is being in the spirit. I see clubs losing their way, but not changing-becoming social clubs and missing their initial calling. Members being intimidated into participating, not realizing you cannot legislate a ministering spirit. And it is not they missed God, but became legalistic-becoming performance based, and cliquish-not allowing the spirit to guide them. Or in a more business-like analogy-they lost their purpose for being in business. And I know some who never got it at all. But talk a good game. Until asked to perform-then the excuses fly. And are so prevalent that they become truth-at least to them espousing them. Their emperor having no new clothes, but the club line says he did.

You see I wonder, why Pastor Chuck can still have three services of over 3000 each, but some can't get 30 people to a meeting? Why do the Black Sheep get 200 people to a breakfast once a month, and some clubs only have 3 or 4 patched members? I was told it is that there are too many things to do in southern Cal-tell that one to Pastor Chuck-or better yet tell it to God! No excuses-if God calls-GO! If He says stay-STAY! And if He says wait-WAIT! But listen to God, and not to our own desires. Quit planning, and start doing!

Remember this-as any company who has failed knows-it comes down to product. You put out a good one, you got customers. A lousy one, and you are gone soon. Is God in charge of your product development? And it also comes down to marketing-as Harley has proven. But what do you do when the image fades, and reality looks you in the eye?

But always leave things of God to God. No formulas, plans, or campaigns. Let the spirit guide. Look at what it was able to do with 11 itinerant, untrained heathens. But for Jesus in their lives, would have never been known by history. But in the spirit are main characters in the best selling book ever written. No excuse makers, no club issues-just Jesus! Do you think maybe there is something there for you? Remember God is recession proof, has never been out of work, never needed a bailout, and is just waiting for you to call on Him. We will know by your walk if you do.

The last person off the Titanic still went down with it. Today ask God, bravely-"where do you want me to minister?" And get your riding clothes ready. You see the spirit never stopped moving-we did! No more excuses-follow God now, and enjoy a life of excitement, and blessings. Or let's hang on to what we've got-even though it may not seem like a lot. It is your choice-but God's desire you follow Him.

Moving at the speed of God-are you? Only in the spirit will you discover the truth. Let the blessings begin!

love with compassion,

Mike

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and the survey says...

I had a beard for about 12 years when my kids were growing up. When I decided to shave it one day, Andrew walked in and looked at me. "Something's different Dad, what'd you do?" And after a a few seconds of looking at the quizzical look on his face I answered, "I shaved my beard off." "No, that 's not it, " and he walked off. So much for the truth being as plain as the hair on your face. Today many truths have been relegated to the opinion section of our minds, and hearts. When an overwhelming sense of common leaves a void, and we must make a decision, we go to opinions. Should I buy the bike? Asking friends who just bought new rides, but wisely neglecting to consult with his wife-who is still waiting for the new carpet she was promised five new bikes ago. An opinion poll of concerned riders-imagine the response if he asked motorcycle salesman! How could he say no then? 100% of Harley dealers believe you should by a Harley. The proof is there. Why ask anyone else?

And even the word all takes on a different meaning. All my friends have new bikes. Well I know two of the 40 riders in the chapter have new rides, at least in the past two years. Probably used the same line on his poorly carpeted wife. All used to mean all. "Do I have to eat all my Brussels sprouts?" "Do I have to answer all the questions correctly to get my license?" Until it was questioned, and back in the 1970's the US Supreme Court gave a definition of all. All includes everything, and excludes nothing. Simple enough, but think about the important court cases that could have been heard while they were doing fifth grade vocabulary. I wonder if someone had the smarts to call their fifth grade teacher, who just looked it up in their Funk and Wagnall's. Might even make a good show, Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader? No, but I know all the words to Mariah Carey's songs. Good, we'll put you in charge-that word all again.

Imagine if you would, the polls taken about Jesus the day He rode into Jerusalem. 88% per cent say He is the messiah, 10% deny it, among evangelicals. Good politicians would get on board. But only a week later, the latest poll shows only 6% believe Him to be the messiah. 90% opposed. Imagine Peter running to Jesus at the Last Supper, "Jesus, have you seen the latest polls? Now what do we do? Should you change your strategy?" At that point, things didn't look good for our intrepid savior. And soon, the polls would swell to near 100% of those who didn't believe Him. How quickly public opinion changes, while the facts still remained the same. Jesus never changed, just the situation. And depending on when you were polled, would have a major influence on your life, and many others. You see, sin will always be sin, no matter how many say it isn't. God doesn't operate by vote, poll, or proxy. He spells out the truth-no pun intended. And those who believe the truth know Jesus. And where sin abounds, grace abounds even more.

A few days later, a group is polled at the tomb of Jesus. Do you believe He will rise again after three days? It's been two already? 50% said yes, 30% not sure, 15% said no. Good thing Jesus doesn't love just those who love Him! You see He loves even those who weren't sure or didn't believe. It took an empty tomb to convince the others, and get a 100% yes to His resurrection. What will it take with you?

The tomb is still empty. And the truth still sets you free. If God asked you today "who do you say Jesus is," how would you answer? The correct answer is still He is the Son of God. And 100% of those going to heaven know that. And 100% of those that don't believe are going to hell. Maybe that is why Jesus encouraged little children to come to Him. And why wise men still seek Him. Those of all ages who believe find the truth in Him. And like those children, it helps to be smarter than a fifth grader. All who believe will find comfort in Him.

Just a note-the latest polls show of scripture 100% of all born are born into sin. And 100% will die. What happens in between will decide your eternal destiny, what will your vote be? Inquiring minds want to know. Jesus Christ-the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

love with compassion,

Mike

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are you a daily driver or a trailer queen?

Going to car shows, you often hear the word classic referred to anything on display that is older than you. And there is truth that some of us/you are classics, but the term is way overused. We have Classic Coke, I learned history from Classics Illustrated, and my dad had a Rambler Classic 770. All classic, by name, but maybe not by definition. When referring to Classic cars, note the capital C, the Classic Car club of America has noted certain cars built from 1925 to 1948 as Classics. You won't find the old Maverick you drove in high school, or the 57 Chevy that everyone seemed to own at one time. Popular cars, that evoke a certain charisma, and allow us to relive precious memories, but they are not Classics. Cars such as Hispano Suiza, Horch, Stutz, and Pierce Arrow head the list. The three P's-Packard, Peerless, and Pierce Arrow have many models-not all-listed among them, as cars are judged on an individual basis, by body, chassis builder and even ownership. When cruising these shows many cars may make us misty eyed, or bring a smile to our faces while looking at them, but the Classics are the royalty here.

And although they have their place, royalty among a group of commoners, it is the classics-small c-the ones that rekindle memories are the real classics to me. Learning to drive in my parents 1966 Rambler Classic 770-a four door sedan with a six cylinder-not the car of my dreams, but the car of my memories as it was the first car I ever drove legally on the street. Traded for a new Pinto-at least it had the 2.0 motor, with an automatic, it has memories, that let's just will remain buried, which is where they belong. My first car I owned, a used 1969 BMW 1600, bought from my dad when he bought a new one. The first Rabbit in 1975, which ran so bad VW had it more than I did. From MG's-two of them, to Chevies, to Fords, each one is filed in my memory, and is used as a bookmark to fill in the time period. For instance, we owned our 1984 T-Bird when we lived in Farmington. The 87 Escort, bought when we had no money-a price leader with no options, that survived being stolen, abused, driven hard, and finally traded with 115,000 miles on it for our first Ranger. Used to take us to Baja, when we were involved with professional Off Road Racing, SCORE. Each vehicle, a classic in our memory, that when used up either got sold, traded, or given to someone else to begin their memory lane with. Cars that when the memories of our lives are rerun, are bigger and better than they ever were in real life. A testimony to just being there, at a time when they were needed.

There was a group of religious men, Pharisees, at the time of Jesus, who were Jewish, and were charged with keeping the laws-all 613 of them. Try that someday for joy, all of you who don't live in the spirit. From ceremonial washing, to not letting their robes hit the ground, to not touching one who wasn't holy, they lived a life they deemed superior to all others. But sadly, their position, and their egos, were their own self prescribed prison. Trying to keep all the laws, and if you broke one God said you broke them all, is impossible. I've tried,and have gone as long as 10-15 minutes before slipping up. You see just as there are Classics, there are people today with an attitude of a Pharisee. They are superior to us-having titles as Most Excellent, or my favorite, reverend. Try that one on Pastor Chuck sometime and see the response. And it is sad because, these titled men never see the joy of being in the body like Jesus did. Their position keeps them from standing in line to eat at a pot luck. Or visiting men in the hospital without any fanfare. And their audience showering them with faint praise, respecting the title more than the person. Like a Classic, on display, ceremonious clean, and never used as designed. Both car and person missing out on the joy of holding a baby, or riding to a drive in and hanging with our friends. Menial tasks we take for granted, but events that are the basis for precious memories.

Yesterday I had one of those memories. Our senior Bible study has a lunch date each month to celebrate birthdays. Sitting with a couple, there was a divider between us and a lady, who I later found out was listening to us talk about Jesus. When I got up to leave, I said "please keep me in prayer." As I walked past her, she stopped me, and said she had heard my request for prayer, and did, and would. She also gave me a Christian newspaper, telling me to read it, as God has something for me. I thanked her, and told her how she was a Lazarus that hadn't stepped over me that day, and introduced myself. She smiled as she said her name was Emily Lazarian-and she was a Lazarus. Her last name meant from the family of Lazarus. A classic moment, just two people who love Jesus, in a coffee shop, but with a true Classic in common-Jesus Christ. Try scripting that one Hollywood.

Today you may only be a used Mazda in your own eyes, but to Jesus you are a Classic, a one of a kind, built for a purpose. So start acting like one-but do it among us non-classics. The mission field is where the action is, and where the memories are made. So get out and drive often-driven by a spirit of love that has you listed as a true classic too, the book of life. Here's to all you four door sedans in my life, who if you were a red convertible never would have made such an impact. We call you Classics, Jesus calls you friends.

love with compassion,

Mike

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a travel tip from David

Uncle Jed Clampett's not so bright nephew, Jethro Bodine went to Oxford. Needless to say his self effacing Beverly Hills neighbors were impressed when they heard that. But they changed their minds quickly when they found out it was Oxford, Tennessee-back in the hills. he wasn't lying, he did go to Oxford, the school was by the low point in the creek, where the ox would ford it. If you don't get, you may have gone to the wrong Oxford-it's up to you to figure out which one it was.

So often when watching the Travel Channel they will mention a place, and Theresa will ask "have we been there?" And I can see why neophyte travelers would get confused. Mention the Ohio River Valley, and they don't realize you can ride it and never be in Ohio. Jackson? Is that New Jersey, Mississippi, Tennessee, or California? Been to all, actually spent nights in two. You can never leave Pennsylvania and visit both Indiana and California-both towns in the western half. Been to Milwaukie, Oregon and Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Been through Portland in Oregon, Pennsylvania, and Maine.

And going there is different than saying I have been there. You can go to Oklahoma City and stay 20 miles outside of town in a Motel 6, and say you have been there. So when talk turns to where you have been this year, I always ask qualifying questions. Like, San Antonio, been on the river walk? Huh-didn't realize there was a river. Wonder if it has a low spot with a school called Riverford? And like many tourists, they take the chamber of commerce tour, and miss all the non-tourist stuff-really missing the personality of the area. Staying at a Motel 6-it's cheap and we have kids, and eating at McDonald's-same lame excuse. I have found when asking where to eat, the question is important. I have never found a clerk who won't recommend his motel's diner, but when asked where he would go quickly changes his mind. Not that they can't have a good meal there, but we would never have learned about El Chollo, The Golden Rule, or Petey's if we didn't word our question right. And many others, like the Mexican restaurant in Salinas whose name I can't remember-way off the main road, but some of the best we ever had. Sometimes you just need to ask-a Big Mac will still taste the same no matter what time zone you eat it in, but you may miss a local delicacy because of your fear of the unfamiliar. And with each anticipated new meal, a chance to go places never gone before-hopeful dining. And I have never been disappointed. Does going out to eat afterwards count as satisfied?

Christianity is like that. Unlike any other religion, it gives hope and an assurance of where you will go when you finally die. Sorry Mormons-your heaven isn't real, and you have no promise of it. Jehovah Witnesses-no hope, how would you like to be 144,001 in line when they cut it off? And what about those who have no belief in heaven? Why would anyone want to be a Muslim, when they have no promise, and all this coming from a God who has not one characteristic of love? Imagine believing in reincarnation, and being faced with the threat of coming back as a cockroach? It seems there is no level that people will sink to just to avoid the promise of heaven. But it really Jesus they are avoiding. And why when faced with Jesus, why will deny Him? What has He ever done to you? What part of love don't you get? What part of a hope and future don't you like? I have watched people wait for an hour in line to get a free room, but leave when offered a $20 suite when the rooms are gone. Only God is the real deal-and grace is truly free. I have seen good people believe wrong things, or fabricated gospel, sounded good, living their lives in chains-instead of accepting the truth of the Bible. And sadly, it is their choice. God sends no one to heaven-Jesus is the way out! And God grieves when even the vilest sinner goes there-such is His love. He doesn't want anyone to go to hell! But doesn't force you into heaven. Love isn't love if forced upon you-it must be given freely-and remember the accuser-Satan, will tell you different. So check it out with God, in His word. Don't believe all the travel brochures about other religions, and false promises. Go to the source, and get the truth.

You see I have been to paradise twice, once in Pennsylvania and once in California. And neither one was. I have been to Canaan, too-even New Canaan-not what Joshua was looking for. You see to plan a great trip, you need a reliable map. And you need to know where you are going. That is why God made it simple when He said Jesus is the way-the truth-and the life.

Great food, good memories, and always room at the inn. Book your place in heaven today-give your life to Jesus. Rooms still available-but don't hesitate. A place of Hope. And yes I have been there too, Arkansas and New Hope in Pennsylvania. Trust God, and not your neighbor-and if his name is Jethro, offer him hope. He needs it!

love with compassion-there is no place by that name, it is only found in Jesus,

Mike

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of the Jetsons and Jesus

Lately Theresa has been rolling her eyes at me more than usual. Being hobbled by my accident, I go from chair to sofa to chair-unfortunately watching too much TV. And most of the time despite 150 channels nothing is on. But I found a great channel, Boomerang, which is all the old Hanna Barbera cartoons. Commercial free, too. Top Cat, The Jetsons, The Flintstones, Yogi Bear, Huckleberry Hound, and Quick Draw McGraw. Good stuff. And despite my best attempts to assure her I'm not losing my mind-it's been gone for years, no one noticed, I tell her how they are for kids, but are sophisticated enough for adults. For instance, George Jetson called someone a sadist. How many 10 year olds in 1962 knew what that was? Or the world's longest word-antidisestablishmentarianism-George did.

So I live in a 45 year old world of fantasy sometimes, and it is not all that bad. And they are adult oriented. Top Cat for instance. A take off from Sgt. Bilko, all the way down to Benny the Ball as Doberman. Fancy who talks like Cary Grant. The Flintstones, a take off on the Honeymooners-yubba dubba doo! And I find comfort in the world of blue dogs who can play guitar and sing like Huckleberry Hound-"oh my darlin, oh my darlin", Yogi Bear and Boo Boo, bears stealing pic-a-nic baskets, while wearing hats, Quick Draw and Babba-a horse that talk to a baby bull-"I'll do the thinnin' around here-and don't you forget it!" and a gang of cats-TC, Benny the Ball, Fancy, the Brain, Choo Choo. The gang, not a gang. We had gangs then, not like today-these were all the guys we hung out with-not organized crime. From sun up to sunset, pals all day. But there was always some yuk, usually a fat girl with glasses, bad teeth, BO, and a high IQ who would spoil the gang's fun by saying "it's all made up, there are no blue dogs, or cats who can talk." Whaddaya mean the Jetsons aren't real? What, no daughter Judy? No his boy Elroy? Jane wasn't his wife? You mean those stories aren't real? The ones we have tried to copy for years? But deep inside we knew it, but somehow hearing it, especially from her, put holes in our belief system. And the fact she always found joy in making us as miserable as she was, just added to it. Where was Ranger Rick or Officer Dibble after she had stolen our pic-a-nic basketful of joy?

And as a Christian, I still have people asking me, "do you believe that made up stuff about the Bible?" I was reminded yesterday by Kerry Lyn, about misconceptions about God. Earlier she had become a member of an Aryan hate group, someone had told her that they were the superior race, and God hated all others. And since the person telling her this had authority, she believed it. It was only years later when opening her Bible and becoming a Christian did she realize the lie she had been told, and believed. And turned her life over to the truth of the Bible-Jesus Christ. And I see many others like this also, who have been lied to abut the things of God, and become hateful because of it-and end up hating themselves. From the lies of many ways to heaven, to denying that Jesus truly is deity, they prowl on those weaker than they, showing them a false love, and leading them astray. Only in the spirit, when told the truth, do they wake up to Jesus, and are set free by THE truth. Sorry, nice people don't go to heaven, saved ones do. And only in Christ Jesus is their salvation. God made it easy so you don't have to study, or learn religious dogma, or follow a set of instructions/laws that are doomed to make you fail. It is based on grace, a gift from God, and cannot be purchased.

So next time someone questions your faith, compliment them on theirs. With all the things God shows us everyday, with the Bible being proved over and over as accurate-just ask Josh McDowell or Lee Strobel-two atheists who when setting out to disprove God-were overwhelmed by the evidence of Him, and gave over their lives to Him. It takes faith to believe a lie like they did, as there is no evidence. In fact, it is easier to believe in a blue dog that can sing. Or a horse who can play guitar-KABONG!!

Jesus Christ-like Top Cat, he is the indisputable leader of the gang-He's the boss, he's the pip, He's the championship, He's the most tip top! And some good advice from Quick Draw-"and don't you forget it!" From
Astro-"rall right Reorge!" You see, even the cartoons declare His glory!

Gotta go-Jonny Quest is coming on.

love with compassion,

Mike

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not my first choice, but always the right choice

We started the day in the rain in Tulsa. After a short ride on old Route 66, the four of us were cold, wet, and hungry. This was the last Torches to be, and four of us-Joe, Steve, Barr, and Myself had broken from the pack, which we would hook up with again in Branson that night. Joe was a local, and this was our third Torches together, and the guy who Theresa had left in charge of me. A great guy to travel with, and we had each other's backs. Steve I knew from CMA, and Barr had just come back from Iraq, where he had spent the last 18 months trying to build a police department in the Bath province. Needless to say his stories never were shown on network news, the war may have turned out better, and after being with him, the war was somehow closer and realer than CNN led us to believe. Note-we were winning. Joe was leading, despite the fact he had cut off the mufflers on his Shadow, and we made him ride in the back the rest of the way. The noise was unbearable. So through the steady downpour, we followed him onto a gravel parking lot, uneven with lots of puddles, outnumbering the gravel areas, and somehow found ground level enough, and secure enough to park our bikes on. He had mentioned he had never been here, but being a trucker noticed it had a great lot to park in. So the four of us, rain suits, helmets, and all entered into the Hiway Cafe, in Vinita. A small, cinder block building, in the same shape as the parking lot, it was warm inside, and we were greeted by Beverly, who had a coffee pot in each hand, telling us to sit just like we parked, wherever we could. A great sign as my co-riders run a 50-50 blend of caffeine in their veins, and her smiling face, or was it the coffee pots, brightened their day. We took a corner booth, and laid our wet clothes out on two tables nearby, the four of us equivalent to 40 pounds of sand in a five pound back in that booth. Being watched by two even bigger locals, 100 pounds in a five pound bag, in a booth nearby. Now I can't say this was a meal that I would go out of my way to return for, but it was memorable none the less, as it was just what, where, and when it was needed. And even the locals opened up to us, some vets, who thanked us for what we were doing. Even showing pictures of grandkids, and telling us stories about them. We entered empty and cold-but we left full and warm. The timing was even perfect, we were leaving as the local lunch crowd was pouring in, each one saying hello to Beverly, and sitting at their regular station-somehow not giving orders, but somehow Beverly taking them. "My regular" or "the special" being the rule of the day. In a town where Clanton's was only two miles down the road, with much better food, God had given us what we needed, and blessed us with it. The meal we needed. At a place not my first choice, but the perfect place. Goldilocks and friends would have missed it, as it was "too" something for them, not realizing God is always right, and right on time.

Today your storm may not be as wet and wild as ours, but a storm none the less to you. And just like the disciples on the rough sea in the midst of a storm, Jesus is on the way. But you must first recognize Him, then invite Him into your boat-your life, or situation. And you will find He has the same calming effect He did to the waves that day. Or that morning. You see He walked on the waves, and into the boat-didn't rush, or push His way on board. And when He does, the storm ceases, as He takes you through it. The fifth rider in our group that day. The perfect answer, we sometimes forget to ask.

That morning, the food wasn't the best. The ambiance was old newspapers, and wet floors. Beverly-just say she wasn't Florence Jean Castleberry from Alice. But the Hiway Cafe was the perfect place God wanted us, as we were blessed, and also a blessing. Manna in the form of bacon and eggs, with lots of coffee. Hospitality that overcame any uneven table or dirty fork. Where good morning wasn't a description, but a blessing waiting to be bestowed on you. And what you left with.

As you are getting ready to go out today, don't neglect the blessings before you. The cat you shoo away so she won't get fur on your sweater, or the dog who wants to sit and wag her tail by you. They are signs from God of His love, a simpler type, a friendlier world, where disposition is more important than position. Where a waging tail is better than a wagging tongue. And a smile with greasy eggs, potatoes, and bacon beats no smile with gourmet quality food.

Looking for Jesus-we weren't, but found Him that morning in a cafe in the rain. Doing what He does best-feeding His children. We got hungry again later, but the meal He fed our souls lasted all day, in fact three years later I still recall it. Looking for love in all the wrong places? Try Jesus-in the midst of your storm, the perfect meal for stomach and soul.

Don't forget to leave the tip.

love with compassion,

Mike

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learning to apply yourself

Years ago at the Durango Tour Rally I met two corporate people from Harley Davidson. Buzz and Barbara-sounds like the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader. Not. The Motor Company had just been bought and they were going to revamp it, and its image. Get riders involved with each other, centered around Harleys. One idea was to start a riders/owners group, which became HOG-Harley Owners Group. Looking back it was interesting how a non-HD rider was asked for input, and despite some of my ideas, HOG flourishes today.

Inspired by HOG, other manufacturers have started similar groups, Triumph's being called RAT-Riders Association of Triumph. Rats and Hogs, some of my best friends, when all we want to do is ride. And in the early years, Triumph had some difficulties. With each new bike purchased, you automatically were a member. As I accumulated bikes, I also accumulated memberships. But not per the RAT president. And finally I called one day, and he confirmed I had owned five Triumphs up until that time. So as a favor, would set me up on a five year subscription-for free, they only gave the first year free at the time. Sounded good to me, until I started receiving five issues of their magazine each month. Instead of five years, I had gotten five memberships. I almost called, but figured, be happy you get the magazine at all. If only they knew me-one Mike can be enough in most cases, here they have five of me, maybe what they don't know won't hurt them.

We love to join things. And when we do, fill out an application. And even churches, with memberships, have you fill one out. Last time I wrote about Calvary Chapel not having membership, an assistant pastor from another denomination called me nasty names-maybe he thought I would join his church by being insulted. Wouldn't you like to see their application. But the application process for membership bothers me, and I can see why some don't join. The last church I joined, once I became a member, wasn't as nice to me as when they were recruiting me. And now I had a financial responsibility-truly membership has its rewards, this just wasn't one of them. And now since they knew about me from the application, the inner circle kept their distance-can't have any of them ex-sinners here, might give us a bad name. They never thought what they were doing to my name, oh well.

Imagine if you would, Jesus trying to join a church. First part, last name first, he could handle, but what about when they asked about his parents. Father-Yahweh. Huh, who does this guy think he is, the son of God? A good Pentecostal church would ask "have you been baptized in the holy spirit, evidenced by speaking in tongues." No, not according to scripture, Jesus never spoke in tongues. Sorry, then you aren't saved. How would that make you feel, or Him?

Education background for ministry-no seminary background. Sorry again, we need trained people to teach our children. Other ministries to consider-greeter, no has appearance problem. Can't teach, preach, or greet-no qualifications. How about church cleaning? He emptied the church of thieves and scoundrels one day. Response-we can't have this guy doing this to our membership. These brothers give money tot he church. Hey Jesus, do you have any qualifications that would allow us to let you join our church? Only love, and a perfect record of no sin. Nothing we can use, huh? Thanks, we'll get back to you. And you wonder why so many churches are hurting today, Jesus can't meet their standards-religious standards. Good thing they didn't ask for references. Fisherman, anarchists, taxman, and at least here's one good reference-this guy Judas is a trained money handler. Poor Jesus, trying to be a Christian in a church world. Ever have that problem? And you wonder why some people say no when invited to church?

God's church is much easier. To join you must be saved. Believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is the son of God, and you're in. No initiation ceremonies, no questionnaires-just you as you are. Jesus will do the rest. Finances-give with a happy heart, laughing as you do. God doesn't need your money-note I once quit a national position in an international ministry because now that I had a title, I was told I would have to give financially. For many years I had voluntarily, I quit under that command. Next time someone tells you that you can write your own paycheck, remember this.

What if I don't believe like you do? You will, as we leave opinions out-and try to be like God, instead of making Him like us. He changes hearts, and it is a relationship-not a religion. Saved, you're part of the family. No dues, no envelopes, no prying questions. Just an encouragement to get involved, and grow in Jesus.

And unlike a RAT, no duplicate subscriptions. And I don't have to ride-although I can't see why you wouldn't want to. And unlike HOG, everything HD doesn't cost a Hundred Dollars. Freedom to be yourself, ride what you want, to grow in God, and go to heaven.

And you mean you haven't given your life to Jesus? Why? His club has no bounds-only love. You see while others were doing paperwork, He was with the woman at the well. Just imagine if she had to apply for her healing? Are you making others you meet apply for God's love? Show it free. Dues are already paid up in full. Be a great example of God's church, and you will never have to have a membership drive. Remember, just like in Acts-He will add to your numbers daily. Which leave more time to love-and ride. Now that's a club I'm glad I belong to. Membership does have its benefits.

love with compassion,

Mike

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reconstructive surgery

HEADLINE-Automotive News, week of 11-09-09. "Ford and GM Idle Plants Due to Transmission Plant Strike in India." Now reread it again, just to get the impact. India, a third world country, the country that worships cows, and believes in reincarnation, a nation that except for North Korea hates and persecutes Christians more than any other nation in the world, is effectively shutting down our US car factories, we are waiting on parts. From them, because of a cost savings in having them built over there. And you notice I didn't say American car plants, as any vehicle manufactured from Canada to Mexico is considered to be American built. All those Chrysler mini vans-Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. The new Camaro, same thing. Chevy and Ford trucks and cars-Mexico. And here is a pop quiz. What car made in the US has the most US made parts in it? If you answered the Nissan Altima you are correct. A Japanese car, made in Tennessee. Just slightly, 600 miles south of Detroit, once known as the Motor City, aka Motown, aka the auto capital of the world. Detroit, where unemployment is now over 30%, and the average house selling there this year is $7000! Not a misprint. And we all stand by and shake our heads and wonder, that this couldn't be happening to us, as GM announces that they built more Buicks in China than the US last year, and that they are thinking of shutting down our US factory and importing Buicks from China. Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick-built in the USA?

You see there are many places in the US where the bus doesn't stop anymore. We have exported our strengths, our heritage, and become a slave, both monetarily and emotionally to others. We have lost who we are. And we wonder, how did we get there from here? And how do we get back?

Recently I have run into two friends who have had knee reconstruction for the second time. The replacement parts wore out, and to save the knees, have to be rebuilt. Inconvenience, sure-but when done, better than new-until they wear out again. Promised that they will be as good as new-again.

Many Christians live their lives like that. They have the attitude that "that will never happen to me." You see it's only a glass of wine, I quit before I get a buzz. How do you know? Or it's only a friendly flirt, then a latte at Starbucks, then a kiss, and you get the picture. It's only an R rating-I can handle all the sex and violence. Yeah, but how about your wife and kids? And it's only the F word-every body says it. No, everyone doesn't! And soon you become a slave to a sin that you thought you could handle, and now it handles you. Hey, it was just a transmission from India. And just like Detroit, you become bankrupt and valueless-lonely and alone. For your shame-which is really pride, keeps you from church and fellowship with other Christians-just the place you need to be. The one place you should be you avoid, and the spiral continues. You go offshore what you should be getting at home.

The Bible tells us to work out our salvation daily, with fear and trembling. It is not advocating works for salvation, or that you must be born again, again and again. It is like an athlete, working out. Staying spiritually in shape by being in the word, going to church, and fellowshipping with other believers. Like Kelly told me last week, he hadn't lifted in a while and was sore when he did again. He hadn't lost his strength, just some muscles needed to be exercised that hadn't been. And it hurt, but he will be ok. God knows we will stumble, and fall. He is there to pick us up and get us going in the right direction. But it takes the first step on our part, and soon, like old knees, or unused muscles, we can function like we should-a new creation in Christ. A healthy creation-one that enjoys all that God has to offer. Anyone not want or need more blessings?

I can see a day coming, when some corporate execs overseas will be discussing locations for new plants. Cheap labor, good resources, and a willing work force. An economy that needs rebuilding. And there is already an infrastructure in place, and they once built cars there. A city called Detroit. I just hope it is soon enough that no one says-where's that? Before you go the way of Detroit-repent. Seek God. Before you encounter someone who says " that guy looks familiar, I can't place him. Didn't he used to go to church here? Wasn't he a Christian?" Change your ways. No one sets out to fail, but if you do, God can do reconstructive surgery on your heart. It could happen to you. Let Jesus happen first. The bus may not stop here anymore, but Jesus still does-in fact He never left.

Welcome back. We missed you. God still loves you. Say, what kind of car do you drive....

love with compassion,

Mike

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the malachi papers

There is a code among organized crime, that you keep silent. Omerta. Set up as organized families by none other than Charlie "Lucky" Luciano in the 1920's, this organization ran crime throughout the USA under the auspices of La Cosa nostra, la Familia, or the Mafia. And its binding strength was in its silence among its members. They kept their mouths shut, and until 1962 had very few defectors, at least none who lived to tell about it. Today you see t-shirts proclaiming "snitches are a dying breed," but yet that year one man broke the silence. Joe Valachi.

Valachi, pronounced Va-la-chee. His book The Valachi Papers named names, and gave the public a look into organized crime that startled and shook the world-both good and evil. But with the finking on his friends, and family, became an outcast. A wanted man, as no one who betrays another can ever be trusted. He was done with the family at that point, and although they had given him asylum, the Feds had no great love for him either, and definitely not respect. He proved he could not be trusted, and stood a man alone. A snitch, and nobody, from the first grader to the adult likes a snitch. Breaking a trust that can never be repaired. The Valachi Papers told it all.

The last book of the old Testament is Malachi, pronounced Mal-a-ki. But today we will have it rhyme with Valachi, for it is another book, revealing truth. Malachi means messenger, and as God's messenger was a prophet who told some startling truths about men, and man. The Jews at this time, bout 440BC, were in a religious malaise. God had not shown up as promised, yet, to give them their kingdom, and they doubted His love for them. They had shunned His justice, and and didn't take the law seriously. Not getting their way, they began to mock Him, where is the God of justice?
The answer, He is coming, but first to judge, then to refine like fire. As Israel had turned their backs on Him, He advised only through repentance would they return to Him. And they better do it before the great day of the Lord comes, to be spared. But mercifully, in His love, God didn't name names. Too much paperwork. So He condemned all that were in sin. Because all are, and have fallen short. He was to the point, He hates divorce. Look what it does to families, churches, societies, and economies. He accused them of not keeping their commitment with their tithes. Paying taxes to the governments, but cheating God. And yet fully expecting God to honor them! And getting madder when He didn't. Telling them not to gossip, and to show love instead of hate, or harshness. Always reminding them of a coming judgment, and also of a messiah to rescue them from it.

God is a God of mercy-not getting what we deserve. And for Him to end this paper with a promise, that if fathers and children do not reunite, as unto Him, He will strike them with a curse. Ending the Old Testament-or the law-some 400 years before Jesus. And after waiting 400 years for their savior, didn't recognize Him when He arrived. They wanted relief from a government, when God sent His son, Jesus, to free them from their sins. How different the New Testament ends with a promise of life-free from the curse.

Joe Valachi's confessions never freed him from his sins. In fact they turned even his closest associates against him. Forced to live in a witness protection system, trusting the men who had cheated on for years to protect him. Living in a fear of what if they ratted him out? Where could he turn? Only to God, whom he should have turned in the first place.

God's protection program is different. He forgives publicly all your sins, and we need to hide from no man. Jesus tells us he who is free is free indeed, and no monies from book tours, or interviews can make you freer. Only His forgiveness. And He also gives grace-getting what we don't deserve, eternal life. All the things promised the Jews, but more personal-coming in the form of a person, instead of a society or government. Today you will be faced with a decision of where to turn in your sin. To God, and be forgiven-the spirit gives life, or the law-which brings death. Should be an easy decision. Don't be hard hearted like the Israelites, seek God. Let Him heal your divorce, repair your finances, and heal your body. Be under God's witness protection program when the judgment comes.

Malachi or Valachi. Two messengers, two papers, two men. One chose God, the other still hides from Him. Numbers tells us our sin will find us out. Isn't it refreshing to have God forgive and forget it? Now, why can't you? The gospel of Jesus Christ-good news to all who receive it! Read all about it!

love with compassion,

Mike

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ps-available in paperback too!

old school lessons taught in preschool

This is for all of you who thought one more turn of the wrench will secure the bolt only to find it spinning freely. And then decided to over tighten the next one, and end up with pieces in your hand. And to those of us who marvel at how much faster oil runs out the bottom with no drain plug than you can can pour it in the top, and how no pan under it to catch it only increases that velocity, you are not alone. Long before AC/DC's song Highway to Hell, we were told that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Congratulations to those of us who are living proof.

We are not a small group, as I have had trained technicians pour 24 quarts of oil in a V-8, not realizing the extra 18 quarts would cause a static lock up condition, bending rods. Physics lesson for the day-gasses and solids will compress, liquids don't. That is why hydraulics work so well. I have also been with guys who back when old school was preschool, not know about metric. 3.5 litres meant gallons to them, their helper even agreed. See story on 24 quart tech. I have also known men who run their bikes with one less quart than recommended. Saves wear and tear on oil pump. Their bike isn't the only thing a quart low. And I have also seen younger riders, looking to save weight-obviously no Harley owner, being told the reason the tire weighs so much is because it has 35 pounds in it. So they release the psi to 25 or 30 to save weight. And then wonder why their bike shakes in the corner. Chico Marx's advice works well here, "why don't you drill a hole in your head and let the sap run out!"

My family has learned that when dad fixes something, hide. Then get ready to visit urgent care. Which makes me wonder when I have finished fixing something, why do I have all these extra parts? But am missing pieces from my fingers? Think of the money and weight saving they could achieve by following my directions!

I have heard some interesting stories from churches, too. My favorite, God helps those who help themselves, well it just ain't in the Bible. Interestingly enough, Psalm 118:8 tells us to trust God and not princes. And it is conveniently the middle verse in the Bible. And more interestingly there are 1188 verses before it, and 1188 after it. And no extra parts left off.

So many people feel the need to advise God in their situation, as if God took a break from them. Aren't you glad He doesn't? Constantly seeking an answer, but never allowing God to get a word in edgewise. Listening, the most important part of prayer. And they wonder why they don't hear from God when their line is always busy. Others get hung up on works, or the law. Ephesians very simply tells us that we are saved by grace. But yet I see so many who have sinned, feel the need to read extra scripture, pray more, or attend more weekly services. Not bad things, but you can't earn grace. And if you could, would you be willing to hang on a cross to earn it? Aren't we trying to get out from under the law, remember Jesus said it brings death, grace brings life. Think about it, don't you ride for the freedom in it, the spirit, or is it to obey all the signs advising you along the way. Do this, don't do that-just obey the signs!

Life in Jesus is just that-free in the spirit. So next time you forget to put the side stand down-rookie, or try to fill your tank with diesel, because it's 10 cents a gallon cheaper, take time to keep your eyes on what's in front of you. Be patient, or you may become one.

And if when you have a problem, someone shows up with a tool kit of vise grips, hammer, and Phillips screw driver-and an adjustable wrench, say no thanks, I'll wait. And if he has adjustable wrenches in both metric and standard, start pushing-NOW! This may be the guy with the light tires, and missing nuts and bolts. Or he just may be a Christian, trying to help. But beware. You see Peter, back when he was Simon, tried to walk on water with Jesus. And he did, until he disobeyed and looked down. And sank. Like a rock. Few believers know that at that point Jesus decided to rename him Peter, the rock. It just wasn't the time to announce it yet. That was love. You see some sink like a rock, and some are standing on the rock. How you handle the situation will tell you all about the tools in your kit. And how you are using them.

Adequate is how Paul describes Jesus-not too much or too little. Just the right amount. Now if you would, hand me a wrench. Doesn't matter what size, but the bigger the better. I need to use it as a hammer....Sorry AC/DC, there is also another road I prefer to be on.

Grace really is amazing, isn't it?

love with compassion, and extra parts,

Mike

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funny, you don't look like the invisible man

You may not realize it, but the Invisible Man may be standing next to you. If you remember the old sitcom SOAP, Burt Campbell thought he was an alien, and would make himself invisible. Only he wasn't, everyone could see him except himself. And one of the skits on Amazon Woman on the Moon, Ed Begley, Jr. plays the invisible man-except again he isn't. And every night he goes into the pub naked, so they won't see him, and makes glasses and drinks move, and the people patronize him by saying "oh look, must be the invisible man! Blimey!"

Much like the emperor's new clothes, his aren't.

There are many out there today that feel invisible. They carry with them a private pain, no one sees them or their burdens. Carrying about a loneliness, they can't even comprehend. And finally when the pain becomes too much, we see the mass shootings like we did last week. Some say a sign of the times, but I realize it is a sign of the heart. God tells us what comes out of our mouth is what is on our hearts, and I shudder when I listen, or worse hear what comes from my own mouth sometimes. So often when people come to the end of their ropes, they over react. They can't tell what or when something will push them over the line. Not expecting to fail, but inevitably doing so. And always taking out others who are not intended targets.

Try that one on those who drink only until they get a buzz, not knowing when to quit because they don't know when it will occur. The result is still sin. Self induced pain is often the worst, but all pain, regardless of the source causes damage. Then repair is necessary, when often maintenance, like we do on our bikes and cars is required. Properly dealing with the causes, and not making excuses for symptoms, can stop many small problems before they become major issues. If only we heed the warnings!

Perhaps that is why we need to show love in all situations. You don't know if the cop who pulled you over just left the scene of a fatal crash. You don't know if the slow person ahead of you in line just left her cancerous husband in the hospital. And we don't know what you are going through either. Only God knows.

Visiting Kelly and Theresa in Yuma yesterday, we visited their church. Although only there for a short time, with Theresa's surgeries and needing help, they have been there with meals, clothes, fellowship, and prayer. And for Joan too, and you can see the results in love. Theresa asked us yesterday did we like her church service. Based on their actions, I did. And based on the teaching, I did. But it was leaving the parking lot where I made my final decision. The sign said simply "you are entering your ministry field." And these people showed it. And by showing love have covered a multitude of sins. And love also can cover a multitude of doctrinal differences.

Let your love become visible today. You may just shine the light of love on someone who has invisible pain, and needs to be loved. But remember to keep your high beams off. It isn't about you, it is about Jesus. Enter your ministry field with Him today.

Starting with those who you share a home with. Like charity, love begins there. Make sure that it isn't invisible. Some are just waiting to get their first look at Jesus-and it may be you!

love with compassion,

Mike

teach your children well

One of the benefits of getting older, and maybe wiser, is that you can say things you were afraid to or knew better not to say when you were younger. And get away with it. And I have been taking advantage of this liberty because I am amazed at the incredibly stupid, but well meaning things people say to me.

We have become a rather insensitive society-knowing that by saying that I have hurt someone's feelings. But we don't communicate well-we talk too much, and don't say anything-some lives becoming a long text message. Says all, knows nothing. Like today's weathermen. In the old days you looked outside, even I could tell when it was cold or raining. Now Doppler Radar is shown-and while this talking head is telling us about tomorrow's weather, shows the weather patterns in the background for the last 24 hours. Does anybody pay attention to the fact you are looking at the past while he is talking about the future?

At funerals, someone will come up and say "I understand how you feel." So I have been taking to responding "good, then maybe you can explain it to me, because I don't." Great way to end a conversation.

Or next time someone asks what they can do to help, tell them. We need bills paid, food, and an operation for Rosa Sharon, she's having a baby. Separates the well wishers from those who just give lip service. And lately when someone says they have been praying for me, I ask, "what have you been praying? I am broke, miserable, my leg hurts, and my kids are driving me nuts. Have you been praying all those things, because if you have God is answering your prayer!" I have learned to ask "how can I pray for you," then pray with that person now! And I mean it!

When working for Mercedes Benz I was usually given the tougher customers,the ones who couldn't get their problems resolved. One guy had bought his first Mercedes Benz, and had a list of 26 things this new E class had wrong with it. And since he was going to ruin us on a CSI score, it was important to see he was handled correctly. My attitude was fix the customer, and I did. I asked qualifying questions, and found out many things. He bought the car from another dealer, and got a good price, he told me so. But in his hurry to get home that night, the salesman did no predelivery time with him. One of the most advanced cars in the world, and this guy was handed the keys, and told to enjoy. He couldn't even turn on the radio-so the car was defective. Of the 26 complaints, 25 were user issues, found in the owners manual. The other was a trim piece he stepped on and broke-non warranty but I replaced it anyway. I went through the manual-at my speed-and reminded him that this should have been done by the salesman-it is part of his job. And when he tried to defend him, remember that good deal he got, I told him point blank he got ripped off. He paid too much. And it was not the service department's job to instruct him on what is in the owner's manual. He is taking time away from fixing cars that are broken, and to keep that in mind when he does have a real problem. he may have to wait because another guy got a good deal, too. Just like him. And I told him that unless he spent time with the car, not just washing and waxing, he would never learn all the things this car does that make it unique. That when he used the car to all its potential, then he had gotten a good deal. Right now he had paid too much, and the salesman had ripped you off. Shoulda bought a Toyota. And rather than hate me, he thanked me. Someone had told him the truth. He read the manual, then had real questions, that we helped him with. And he told us next time he will deal with us on a new car-we were professionals. Not just order takers. But it took telling him the truth. Sad because I had seen other advisors perpetually with the same customers, same complaints, with a non-fixable issue. Teach your customers well.

Aren't glad God doesn't change? That you don't have to change Him? That you can live life to fullness when you listen to Him? New believers-get into the word. Get to church. Get involved. Attend a Bible study. I have seen Christians get burned out, or burned up because they lost touch. Or went to non-believer friends for Christian advice. And soon took it, and backslid. The popular saying "what goes on here, stays here," can be applied to your relationship with God. He doesn't gossip, and tells you not to shop your problem around until you get an answer you like. Open the Bible and find the truth. Then enact it. Jesus says He forgives your sin. Act like it. You are a new creature, act like it. And don't try to understand it. When I do I get more confused, God calls it leaning on your own understanding-and advises against it. Be a wuss like me-go right for the peace that surpasses understanding. You see every time Mickey explains how something works on my bikes to me, I start hearing noises, or feeling vibrations. He knows they are normal, but I don't. But peace requires trust-and you don't trust someone you don't know. So get to know God-it's easy. Besides He wrote the book. "Oh yeah, I read it, " you say. Really-well I know the author! And I can talk to Him whenever I want. And He knows me! Top that!

And He loves questions. Can't say as you'll like His answers, but you will know the truth, and it will set you free. So read the Word, and find out how life really works, or should really work. Then ask questions. You will find life in Christ is an open book test, and the more you read the more you pass.

Cool Mike, I think I understand. Good, now explain it to me. I still don't get it. Maybe that is why we walk by faith. A faith that if you don't have is impossible to please God. For the things seen are temporal, the invisible things are forever. And trust me-I do know how you can feel. Aren't you glad Jesus does too?

Don't you wish you had said that?

love with compassion,

Mike

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pain as punishment for purification

If pain is part of the healing process, and we are all a work in process, some may be healing right now better than others. Personally, I don't like to do pain, so when faced with having my right knee drained yesterday, I looked for anyway out. At this point a voluntary procedure, I was still hoping Mario, the PA would say it wasn't necessary. But it was, so he did it. Now I can't figure out, how in this day of miracle drugs and amazing procedures they can't make this process painless-or at least less painful. You see, I don't react to Novocain, or lytocaine. My dentist always introduces me to her employees that I'm the guy who took seven shots to get numb. And telling this to Mario, he gave me a double, with no results. Always buy the first round-the crowd never gets smaller.

Now if you ever have had a knee drained, you know-it HURTS! As the needle-14 gauge- sucks out the synovial fluid, it has to go into the knee joint, so it is hitting the bones-I can still feel it a day later where it hit. But it was a success, so I guess it was worth it-I picked up 30 degrees of knee movement immediately. So maybe the pain of the process is worth it for the purification. It is always easier to look back than look ahead. At least when it involves pain.

And it made me realize what a wuss I am. But also what extreme physical pain Jesus endured on the cross. Crucifixion was a harsh, tortuous, painful, and slow death perfected by the Romans. The medallions around your neck no way can express what he went through. To start with, the nine inch nails were purposely put through nerve ganglia in the wrist-lower hand-so that the pain would be excruciating-and burning. The single nail nailing the legs to the cross went through similar joints. But mercifully, He was given a little seat to rest on, so that the process would not rip your body apart. But in fact it only prolonged the misery, as He had to lift His body up so as not to suffocate-this all put pressure on the diaphragm, making breathing hard, and them impossible, as you finally passed out from the pain. Then you finally would suffocate. Death by asphyxiation.

And yet Jesus bore all this pain-voluntarily-so that He could take all our sin. It took pain to pay for pain-truly His pain was our gain! And it is interesting what Jesus died from. Unlike those who died on the cross, He died from a broken heart. A heart that was surrounded by a sac of water-a place where He stored up all the tears He had cried for us. Tears so close to His heart that is where he kept them. And when His heart was finally drained, the tears burst forth at the tip of a spear, one final outburst of love-giving new meaning to His advice to weep with those that weep. Heartbroken for those He loved-us. And for those tears He died.

And somehow my knee doesn't hurt so much after realizing what He did. And as I think of others in pain-physical, emotional, and spiritual, I realize He bore it all that afternoon, and I am well because of it. And all I have to do is repent-turn from my ways to His to accept it-and take full advantage of all He died for, so I can live.

Today you may have pain from surgery, or childbirth, or waiting for results of a biopsy/test. You may be heartbroken over a relationship gone bad, or wondering how you will take care of your family, since you are jobless. Let me point you to the cross. All these pains He took with Him when He died. They are buried, and like Him, we can be resurrected. And that is the choice I want-to be resurrected with Jesus. No grave, no hospital bed, no bill collector, no jail cell, no bad news can keep me from the love of God.

And it only took a 14 gauge needle in the knee to remind me. May your wake up call be less painless, but more rewarding. Can you in 25 words or less explain love? Try John 3:16, it says it better than I ever could. And Jesus shows it better than I ever can. I may walk with a limp, but my faith doesn't. Gimpy is better than wimpy. Jesus Christ-the toughest man I know.

Now that's love. With compassion,

Mike

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there are no 700 FICA scores in Oklahoma

People make fun of me when I mention how I like riding in Oklahoma. I'm not sure why myself, but there are parts of the state that I feel "homey" in. Maybe it is because I was born in Texas, where when I go there I really feel at home. And Oklahoma lives next door. Go figure. But Oklahoma somehow intrigues me. And watching one of my favorite, but depressing movies, The Grapes of Wrath, reminded me of why. I can associate with the Joads, people of character, and conviction, whose lives are filled with adversity. And every time I ride Route 66, I look for landmarks from the movie, although it was filmed over 70 years ago, and probably not there.

Oklahoma for us is where the east starts to make its first appearance. Great Midwest food chains like Bob Evans, Steak and Shake, and Braum's make their first appearance when heading east. Beef starts to take on that distinct Midwest flavor, and portions are bigger-a tribute to the hard working ranch hands. It is wide open land, ride US 60 across it someday, and see how big the state is when the panhandle is included. But this part of the state, in fact a good part of it, also is a display of some of the worst poverty in the country. I always think of the Navajo Nation as the world largest ghetto, but parts of Oklahoma rate right up there with it.

Two years ago we stopped in Nowata, which by the way means where the water ends-no water. We know Maggie, Joe Sewell's mom, and visited her at the county clerk's office. It is the poorest county in the state, and over 70% of the population there is on some kind of relief. Shades of the Joads. We like to stop at Clanton's in Vinita-great chicken fried steak, then take old 66 up into Kansas. Where it is not bad enough a town is built over lead mines-the huge white tailings piles look like sand dunes, but the billboard warns of the lead poisoning potential. And I think, why would anyone live there knowing about lead poisoning? Perhaps a certain type of poverty, that of ignorance rules there. And to make matters worse, a tornado last year took out most of the town. Perhaps the words from a country western song were born here-if it wasn't for bad luck, we wouldn't have no luck at all!

Some people just seem born for adversity. But like Michael Landon once said, "success can be its own curse." And with today's economic climate, I see this everyday. My peer group was not used to being poor, we made money and bought the toys, took the trips, and filled the restaurants. And now with a class of people removed from jobs that don't exist anymore, are having to learn humility, and a gentler way of life. Values over valuables, a character being formed from a lack instead of an overabundance. Adversity used to sharpen, instead of destroy.

But with this has brought anger-an underlying anger, because with humility a breaking of pride occurs. I notice the discounted meal prices, buy generics, and will get by with the same car for a few more years. For in humility you see God, more precisely Jesus Christ. He never owned a home, but has a kingdom in heaven. He never owned a car, but walked the same roads as his contemporaries. He got bad press, his peer group was whores, thieves, and biker types. He only carried with him that which he owned. And owed no man anything! In his worldly poverty, He was heavenly rich. A lesson for all of us to learn. No wonder He says patience leads to salvation.

You see, it is better to be humbled than to be humiliated. To be angry, but not sin. And these lessons need to be multiplied to others. Jesus, in Matthew 25, put it like this. If you are one of his followers, He knows you. And He knows your heart, which will be reflected in your actions-and attitudes. Feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, welcome strangers, visit those sick or shut in, and don't forget those in prison. Simple. And maybe, since so many have more time on their hands, maybe we can get it together and do these things. Many hands make light work,and Jesus promises us a great harvest, but few workers. Don't miss this chance to show who Jesus Christ is in your life. A great witness, when no one is looking, to show love. Add words when needed!

Maybe that is why Oklahoma appeals to me-it is the Grapes of Wrath going on in my life, the things that are changing that we took for granted. Realizing family values, trusting in God for all your needs, and turning our hearts back to Him. Not in defeat, but back to the one who loves us. Although we may be financially ill, our spirit is alive and well, and prospering in the Lord. And our lives will reflect it. God calls it fruit.

Jesus said in your life you will have tribulation. If you have trouble with your faith I know that is one promise you can believe. Let God build in you a character you didn't know you had. Humble yourself in the sight of Him, and He will lift you up. For neither famine, pestilence, poverty, or disease will separate us from His love. And today is the best day to realize it, and live it. He changes lives, let Him change yours.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God. Somehow when you look at life through God's eyes, poverty takes on a whole new meaning. And so does wealth! True wealth-something the government can't tax, and no one can steal from you. The peace of God!

Jesus Christ-He is better to know than a rich uncle! Here's to all you Okies everywhere, in all states. We may be wanderers, but only because we are just visiting. And Route 66 is not the way out, try Jesus! And keep your eyes on His road-the highway to heaven.

love with compassion,

Mike

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Erik we never knew ya

Gordon Jennings-racer, engineer, journalist, and twisted truth telling curmudgeon, once said about Harley Davidson, "there is something inherently wrong with a motor that makes maximum power at idle." Add to that, "why do they call it the motor company when its motor is its weakest link?" and I think you may have an idea of what Erik Buell was up against over 20 years ago when he decided to build a Sportster based sport bike, and take on the world. And for 20+ years he did just that, but as of October 15, 2009, Buell is no longer in production. And is not for sale. Harley pulled the plug on it, poor sales, and Buell-the motorcycle, will be no more. A bike I never really cared for, or was attracted to, but it somehow saddens me to see it end this way.

I met Erik in the early 90's at a bike show, and angered him with my input about his bike. Sorry dude, you asked, and I answered. I questioned him about the strange styling, and I guess it's like she may be ugly, but she's still your girl, he stormed off before I could finish. Beauty, or ugly in the eye of the beholder.

The other thing I wanted to tell him was his bike was marketed wrong. And sadly it was. Buell was never made as a stand alone brand, but trying to find one in a Harley dealer was difficult. Stuck in a low traffic, back of the store locations, they were never understood by a sales force that couldn't put chrome and loud pipes on it. They were an "other" to the bar and shield loyal. When Erik spoke of lean angles, they thought floor boards. He talked horsepower, they talked low end performance. As if any high performance bike lived at low end. He talked dual front brakes, to a group who were afraid of the pie plate sized disc that never got used on their front wheel. Do the math-it would take truck sized brakes to have one flip over the front end with all that weight! As if all that weight could be stopped by that little disc anyway. Stoppies and wheelies were for sport bikes-oops, a Buell was one. And where Erik removed over 100 pounds from a Sporty, Harley bragged how the extra weight made them more secure on the road. Add to that the Blast, half a Sportster motor, for beginners, and it was evident the motor company never understood the Buell. A beginner bike, or a sport bike? Meant to go against Ducati, GSXR, and Ninja types. A company that couldn't explain-because they didn't understand. Fast for a Harley still meant slow to the sport bike crowd. And all this mismarketing from a company that sells its marketing to colleges, where it is a course of how to succeed in American business. They forgot poor Erik, truly they never knew him. Or his bikes.

Travelling through the south, the misnomered Bible Belt-it is really a religion belt, each church has a sign with a catchy saying out front. Like ch--rch. What's missing? UR! Or advertising themselves as a friendly church. Or telling how they have "contemporary services." Trendy. Just another thing to separate generations. My favorite-Burned Out Baptist Missionary Church, in Mississippi. And I also attend churches here on church visits where the Chargers are the focus-ending services early because of the playoffs. Or men's fellowships, without the man, Jesus. Bible studies without the Bible. Feel good churches that leave you empty. Don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. And sadly building programs, not for the soul, but for a building. That will wear out. Like so many of the old, wonderful church buildings in decay. Not rotting from the outside, but from the inside. You see the spirit has left the building, and no one realized it. So they come up with PR meetings, how can we get attendance back up? Never taking the time to read that Jesus says "unless He builds the church, they labor in vein." Or missing the point in Acts, where God says "he added to their numbers daily." Man has become the worshipped, and God-well, He is a part time show on Sundays-only if the Chargers play later that day. Social programs instead of the gospel. And maybe a lesson to be learned from Erik Buell. A company or church fails when it loses its direction, and purpose. It loses its identity, and dies.

It always comes down to the product. No amount of catchy phrases, ad campaigns, give aways, or free lunches can substitute for bad product. And Buells never had what it took to be in the sport bike market, sadly. Is Jesus the reason you go to church? Are you taught the word? Does your church love to fellowship-Bible studies, prayer groups, and one on one ministry? Is it all about you-or all about Jesus? You see He will return for His church-and we are it. Are you? Do you belong to Him, or are you just a name on a membership list-remembered only when it is time to give? Are you following God's plan of salvation, or man's way of marketing? You may fool us, and even yourself-God looks at the heart! Have you lost your identity in the world? Only in Jesus will you ever become who you can be!

Twenty years from now, someone will find an old Buell, and get parts from Harley for it, and start a trend. The lies and legends will be bigger than the truth about Buell, but the bikes will return to a new generation. To a group of rebels wanting a v-twin sport bike, and not wanting one that speaks Italian. And the message will grow and spread-Buell will rise from the dead. Ask Triumph, or Indian-funny how history repeats itself.

Today Jesus has already risen from the dead-not a marketing ploy but salvation! It is your decision, and waiting is saying no. There will be new Buells for sale for the next few years, as the warehouses are full of them. God promises no man tomorrow. Choose Jesus and live today-and ride into the future knowing that love will never go out of style. And no church programs will improve it-or make it last longer. It is all about the product-Jesus! Anyone else is just a knock off, a wanna be, a poser. Make Him your ride for life!

Sorry Erik, you deserved better. God knows. He sent His son, to a group that didn't understand or deserve Him. It's called mercy. And then He sent grace-getting what we don't deserve, to show His love. Too bad Harley never understood either one. You can't wrap love in chrome-or the gospel in leather. Neither one is good enough. They can't contain love.

So let Jesus srap His arms around your life. I hope we meet again, I have some questions for you. Your bike may be dead, I hope your God isn't. I will continue to pray for you. Your bike may never be resurrected, I hope you are.

love with compassion,

Mike

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making music with my friends

You may not know her name, and I'll bet you don't know her face, but if from the late fifties on you listened to AM radio, watched TV, or went to the movies you heard her play. From Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, to the Beach Boys-Brian Wilson actually sought out her advice on Pet Sounds, the album that influenced Paul McCartney to do Sgt. Pepper-to the theme for Mannix, Dirty Harry, and so many others, over 10,000 total, she was there in the studio. Her name is Carol Kaye, and is perhaps the ultimate studio session bass player. And in addition, played 12 string with Frank Zappa, and numerous guitars with other bands. In a profession where fame is fleeting at best-here today and forgotten tomorrow, Carol led her incredible bass lines to anybody who was-and many who weren't. Adding harmony to notes on a page-making notes into music, and music into a song.

Session players are often the ones you hear while listening to the album, not credited. When you listen to the Monkees, that's her on bass. And session players are often what helped make the song a hit. Talented musicians who chose to go the route they did, and requested when the artist wanted to make the song just right. Perhaps slighted because they are unknown by the listening public, but highly respected and in demand by the artists.

An old friend, Wayne Church, was a percussionist-don't call him a drummer. And before he got on with the Canadian Philharmonic Orchestra, did studio sessions. He used to joke that the music you listen to in the elevator or in the doctor's office could be him. A group of musicians would hire on to play and record, and he could work this around his schedule, make money, hang with other musicians, while he hoped for his big break. But for many, this was their in to the music business, not a lesser part, just not the star, or headliner. Talent, just not confined to one group. Or band. Making music with their friends.

When you come to the Lord, you become a minister of the gospel, a session player if you will. Not everyone is called to be like Billy Graham, or Chuck Smith, or a Martin Luther. God calls his people to fulfill needs as they occur, and counts even the slightest thing done in His name as valuable. My friend Bikerjim reminds me of this. When he decided to get into motorcycle ministry, he checked out many clubs. Only to find a prejudice based on his being a Catholic-one club even told him he couldn't join because Catholics aren't Christians. Just to clarify-being a Catholic doesn't make you a Christian, but being a Christian you can worship as one. And with them. Bikerjim joined other motorcycle clubs until he found his calling with Final Option, a secular clean and sober group. Here Jim gets to share the gospel, much as Jesus did with the lost, one on one, and is amongst a group that wouldn't go to church. They may not be let in by denominations, they don't fit their criteria. Can't have any sinners here, you know. So Jesus sends guys like Bikerjim to them, who gets to pray, console, and council those lost, or backslidden in their faith. Recently in telling someone about Bikerjim, I got the old line about Catholic rhetoric, and advised this person to seek Jim out and pray with him. You see years ago when I taught on prayer, I tell people never miss an opportunity to pray-don't say I will pray for you-do it now, Jim took it seriously! And still does. You see Jesus is above denominations, bike brands, ways to minister, and other social excuses for unity in the spirit. And he uses people like Bikerjim to love in these situations-something my prejudiced brother was reminded of. Bikerjim-a sessions rider in a secular world. And a brother who I love.

My other close friend is a man called Dick. To look at him, full beard, long pony tail, and a tough look, you would think he is a 1%, until he smiles, or offers to assist or pray. Dick has been around the San Diego biker scene for decades, and people know who he is, and what he is. At the Boozefighters 60th anniversary, of over 250 Boozefighters camping, he was only non-patch invited to stay with them. He has been introduced by their president as a man who can be trusted, and if they have a problem to go to him. He hangs in bars with them, and after a few hours there has been known to switch to the hard stuff-7 Up, after drinking soda water all night. A friend who shows the love of Jesus in his actions. A man that will spend a weekend with a card table set up at a secular Viet Nam Vet event, who will pray for those lost during the wet t-shirt contest, and gets excited when he gets a prayer request-after 48 hours in 100 degree heat.

One event I will never forget was at a Harvest Festival, a woman came up for prayer-her grandson had been killed by a hit and run driver. Dick leaped over the table-telling her she came to the right place, as he and his wife Sherry, had lost a grandchild to the same thing. I backed off as I watched the love of Jesus flow through this couple, just four people praying in a group of thousands of trick or treaters, showing God's love. A man who has earned, along with Bikerjim, something I don't give freely-my respect.

Your actions may not show up credited here on earth, but when the books are shown in heaven, many will hear "well done my good and faithful servant." To that group I am blessed to be a part of. Session missionaries, filling in where God sends them-and in many cases performing what others could not, or would not. And like Carol Kaye, not known by the public, but well respected and loved among her peers. A peer group, that as you get closer to God gets smaller, but richer. Friends and co-ministers that make sharing the gospel great-and basking in His love more enjoyable. True artists of the gospel, who take pleasure in knowing that what they are doing makes the song that much better. Who can make the songwriters reality the same as he heard it in his head. Who when a soul comes to Jesus, or sees a life changed, sits back and takes pleasure in saying "that's me. Thanks for using me in that way, Lord." And who, ministering in the background, have thrown seeds so that others may harvest. The song-Jesus!

If you want to be a headliner in heaven, look for men and women like these two. Watch as the gospel goes forth in love, not just a clanging bell spouting forth scripture. See as the love of Christ changes lives. And when asked, would say they are doing nothing special, just following the Lord. Men who can play on my album anytime. Sit in with them often, you just might learn what you didn't in church. Pray, love, repeat. And like an old 8-track, it keeps playing and playing.

love with compassion,

Mike

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