are you deaf or just not listening?

If you ever answer your spouse, "yes dear," this is for you. If you are ever accused by them of not listening-listen up. And if you find that your prayers aren't answered, pay attention. I'm about to talk about you-you have been given fair warning.

It seems there are a lot of angry people out there. And one reason for their anger is no one listens to them. I marvel at how many husbands after a full day at work, listening to everyone else's problems, can't find five minutes to listen to their wives when they get home. Or how many wives don't give them time to unwind so they can listen. And because neither one listens to the other, a rift forms in their marriage. And soon, one finds someone who will listen, and the other finds one who will give them some time to unwind. Not necessarily in love, but someone who will listen to them. There is an old misunderstanding that because someone talks a lot they will make a good salesman, or a good attorney. Wrong-it is those who listen, then answer correctly that excel in their field. And like I tried to explain this to this guy last night-you don't ask, you tell-that way you don't end up trying to placate everyone, only upsetting them all. And one word answers work great-no. Try it with your teens, no. Takes a lot of fight out of them.

I find that the better counselors or pastors are ones who listen before speaking. I am working on that myself. Pause. OK, I'm back. Better 10 words spoken in love, than 100 in anger. But listening takes patience-a fruit of the spirit, and also leads to salvation.

Last night at our men's Bible study, Ken spent the whole 2 hours outside talking to a man named Tom, who showed up at church. As we went about our study, Ken was outside with Tom. After the meeting, Ken came in and someone asked how did it go. Ken answered "I think I only spoke 11 words the whole time." And I don't think anyone, including Ken realized what had happened. Ken was an answer to Tom's prayer that night. Tom needed someone to talk to, who would listen, as a street person, no one does. But Ken took the time, filling the need in this man's life by listening to him, showing love to a stranger that escaped most of us. But reminding me of how God works.

We cannot control our hearing, but we can our tongue. God is always trying to talk with us, and so often we miss answers to prayer because we don't listen. You can't force God to answer, but you can listen-try it and see how it changes your life, and your relationship with Him. I am asked often, why does God do such neat things in your life? Perhaps the best answer is, why doesn't He in yours? I can't speak for God, but I know that since I trust Him more, I listen for His answers and advice-and take them. And when I do-I'm blessed. When I don't, well I start asking again, and sometimes when I already got the answer, just not the one I was looking for. Jesus put it simply, to he who has an ear, let him hear. Are you listening?

I believe we should have a national day of listening to God-no cell phones, I-pods, laptops, or outside interference. We have a national day of prayer to seek Him, now we need some time for Him to answer. Waiting on Him, like the Psalms say, renewing our strength, and doing all the things we tell others to do with God. Time well spent, listening to our heavenly father guide us, instruct us, and give us an intimate time with Him that many talk of, but have never experienced. Maybe that one word answer, yes is appropriate here. Less time talking, much more time listening. And maybe since sometimes the reason you only hear no is because that reflects your relationship with God-you don't trust, so He can't give out more blessing because you couldn't handle them. You want more of God, listen to Him more.

And by listening to God more, it will make your marriage better, you will want to listen to your wife. And she will look forward to listening to you about your day. And you will find that the library of God opens to you, and you will see things much differently-through His eyes more than yours. All because you chose to listen.

God listens to us-now that is patience. Why not return the favor and listen to Him. What better tour guide than He who made the world to guide us through it. And the one word answer that makes it all possible-Jesus. So put on your helmet, throw a leg over your bike, and go out for a ride with Jesus. That voice you hear is the best reason to ride-alone with Jesus. Get it-don't answer, we'll know by your smile. Ken got it last night, thanks God for the lesson. Take the hear out of heart and you have nothing left. Do you think God spelled it that way on purpose?

love with compassion,

Mike

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inspector callahan only needed one hand-Jesus used two

Down at the end of my street, were a couple of lots, covered with woods. We used to play in them, and these are the ones Joey Coleman accidently set on fire once. But somewhere in our youth, they built a doctor's office on most of it, changing all the rules. We used to ride our bikes in the parking lot, but the main attraction was the left over pile of sand from building this brick building. We would play like we were at the shore-although most of us had never been there, the primary game was digging tunnels. And when you couldn't go any farther than the length of your arm, would start digging from the other side. Great joy was experienced when you broke through, only surpassed when you took your arm out and it didn't collapse. And then after digging for awhile, we would collapse them, returning another day to rebuild them, and go sit on the short brick wall by the entrance, watching as cars sped down South Avenue at 35 mph. Commenting on the different cars as they passed, and getting excited when a new Mustang would go by-boy were they cool.

But on this one afternoon, we were bored with car watching and tunneling, so we decided to look inside the mail slot on the entrance to the doctor's office. Never having been inside, we were curious. And only getting a limited view from the mail slot, Barry noticed that he could reach his nine year old arm in the slot and reach the door knob-which he did, and opened up the door. And set off the burglar alarm.

Sitting there scared to death, we waited for the police to come so we could confess, and beg for mercy. So when the first Scotch Plains PD officer showed up, we approached him, but he waved us away, holding his pistol in one hand, while waving us to safety with his other. And the more we tried to interrupt, and explain we were the criminals he was looking for, the madder he got at us, so we finally took his advice and sat by his car. After about 20 minutes, and three other patrol cars, they found no one and decided to talk to us. Where 20 minutes ago we were ready to confess, now we felt it was better to act like kids, and lie. "OK, kids, what did you want?" And mumbling something I can't remember, they let us go, to return some day to dig tunnels, watch speeding traffic, but never to reach inside of another mail slot-even to this day. And somewhere in the annals ofSPPD crime, lies an unsolved case-and only Barry and I know the answers. At least until today. And we also got our first up close experience with the police.

Both the cops and us didn't communicate well that day. They wouldn't listen, and when they asked, we didn't respond. And seeing a bumper sticker the other day, reminded me why people don't turn to God like we should. That old bumper sticker said "Jesus is coming-and boy is He mad!" Sadly some believe this, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Ask yourself a simple question, if He were mad, why would He die on the cross for us? Why would you pray to someone who hates you? But alas, lies like this permeate society, and even in some churches. Like our earthly fathers-"don't make me come up there!", we think of God as a creature just waiting to punish us-"don't make me come there!"

But you see He already has, and sent Jesus to die on the cross, so we could have a real relationship with Him. And we could be His children, and He can be our God. I like that version better, and since it is the truth, have given my life over to it.

Seek Jesus today, and look at His hands. They are not clenched in fists, but wide open, and you can see where the nails pierced them as He hung on the cross. And His arms are wide open to embrace you, not to punish you. And He wants to spend time with you. And when He shows up needs no gun, so both arms are open to you-and His hands are for holding you-not a gun.

The case of the doctor's office alarm may have easily been solved 45 years ago if the policeman had listened. But today, I am forgiven by God, I just hope the statute of limitations has expired on being a stupid, curious kid. Don't need any 45 year old crime on my resume. But with your sin, act now, and seek Jesus and His forgiveness. The statute of limitations on life is shorter than you think, and the pardon that awaits you expires upon your death. And there are no death sentences in heaven.

Yes, I still look at sand piles wanting to dig tunnels, and still like watching the old cars go by. But the assurance of my innocence in Christ allows me the freedom to enjoy life to the fullest. With a full pardon, all crime wiped out. C'mon Jesus-make my day!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the relentless pursuit of perfection

A popular saying a few years back when housing prices were rising rapidly was "you didn't pay too much, you just bought too soon." The idea being that your buy-in price would still make you a profit as long as the market continued to rise. And I think you know what happened-too many paid too much and now have nothing.

And I see a similar fate for those who bought Buells before Harley Davidson decided to pull the plug on them in October. At the recent WERA race, there were more Buells than ever before, particularly the 1125, as dealers were dumping them for as low as $5500, a bike with a retail of over $13,000 just two months ago. I hope this new found bargain bike still is when it needs parts! But the truth is that the motorcycle market is asleep. From a reliable source, I found out the local Harley dealer here used to sell 80 bikes per month-now is down to 15! And I have watched as all brands seem to be suffering.

But last nights news really amazed me. Toyota-the seemingly indestructible car-the one that never died, ran forever, and was the poster child for longevity-discontinued the sale of eight of the models-NOW! The announcer said it would have been easier to tell which models were still for sale. And this has far reaching effects-not only to the buyer, but also the seller. If two days ago you bought a Camry, now they cannot be sold anymore-at least until some major engineering flaws are corrected. So while you make payments, your car sits. And the dealer-who also is making payments on his inventory, can't sell them and his overhead goes up. And the importer is stuck with thousands of cars on the docks-can't be shipped, and of course the plants are idle-can't build them anymore. One mistake, and it touches so many at so many levels.

And the finger pointing has begun-for no one wants to accept responsibility. It's like a friend sold a car of his years ago-AS IS. When it died a few blocks away, the buyer wanted to return it, and was told AS IS means AS IS! It wasn't the sellers car anymore. Harsh, but true. Only Jesus bought us AS IS, knowing exactly what He had purchased-do we?

We all buy into a belief system, whether we admit it or not. And many are turning to Christ in these hard times, as they see the government, friends, jobs, and others cannot meet their needs. And this is the church's job, as true religion is defined as taking care of widows and orphans. When Jesus fed the 5000, he didn't check ID's, or check for job status-He fed who was there. And many churches are doing that now. Taking in those are hurting-financially, emotionally, and spiritually. And those who seek are finding comfort in Jesus. He doesn't have any recalls, He didn't buy to soon-although while we were yet sinners He died for us, and His message is not financed-He paid the price in full-and there is no inflation. And unlike Lexus, made by Toyota, by the way, advertises their relentless pursuit of perfection, now that is truth in advertising. I hope they find it soon! Jesus is there-always has been, is now, and always will be. And those seeking Him are finding Him, and all the blessings He has to offer. Many are finding it is better to trust in God, than in man. Which also happens to be the middle verse of the Bible, Psalm 118:8. And there just happen to be 1188 verses before and 1188 verses after it-no matter which way you turn-God is there. Now it is up to you.

Someday we will all face judgment, and Jesus will either condemn you for condemning Him-"be gone," He'll say, "I never knew you" or those who have accepted Him will be greeted with "well done my good and faithful servant, enter in to paradise." Eternity starts today, and it comes with a warranty that doesn't expire. Make sure your name is written in heaven, and not in some religious payment book. It's your choice.

No one in heaven will say "I wish I had waited longer on earth." But those in hell will say they wish they had listened. Jesus Christ and the salvation He gives is the only thing that truly appreciates-you cannot accept Him too soon-no man is promised tomorrow. Just ask Erik Buell or Toyota. Times change. Now, wouldn't you really rather go with Jesus?

love with compassion,

Mike

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celluloid or soul-uloid heroes

With the advent of current cable/DTV, it is possible to have over 200 channels, and nothing's on! What are the statistical chances of that? Probably the same at your house as at mine. So like many others, we turn to movies-except I don't rent, I turn to the old ones on obscure channels. And I find myself excited when I see a day of James Bond films, or tonight is the Marx Brothers. Sign me up when Elvis movies are on, and don't let me miss A Hard Days Night, the Beatles, and an insight into the Fab Four no documentary could ever capture. When they was Fab, before drugs and Yoko. And I know what to expect-no surprises when Goldfinger tells Bond-the real Bond, Sean Connery, as he is about to have a laser circumcism, "I don't expect you to talk-I expect you to die." But you know he won't, too many bad guys to conquer, or is it women? Don't be misled, Roger Moore was the Saint, and Pierce was Remington Steele. "Almost as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!" Bond tells Jill Masterson in Goldfinger.

I can see Groucho walking that funky walk, while rattling off one liners, and Harpo pulling out a chicken from his coat, as he honks his Klaxon. While Margaret Dumont is the perfect straight woman. You just know that Elvis will somehow, with no money and a tomorrow morning deadline-find the money to race, fix up a car that was crashed, spend the night at a club singing, and woo the bosses daughter. All in between songs, and showing up just before the race, and then winning-the girl and the race. And of course the sheriff having a change of heart and not arresting him. And her father even admitting he's an Ok guy. I expect these things, so I am not disappointed, or surprised. They are the heart and soul of these movies-and no one else could be Elvis. Others have tried spy flicks, but there is only one 007.

Any Marx brother on his own just isn't as funny as they are together, and no one else can be them. And of course the Beatles-cute, talented, funny, and as thousands of screaming girls can attest to-the only ones! Even Norman, the band's manager in the movie has the best line, and also the last one-"John Lennon, you're a swine!" What would ET say when Britney was called a swine? But to Lennon, it's the perfect line about a younger Beatle, just out having fun. One of the boys. And how did you find America, John? "Go to Greenland and turn left." Yup, John, you're a swine.

But one group of pictures I don't watch, is so called Christian entertainment. For one it isn't entertaining, and two-those people aren't like any Christians I know. Fathers don't wear narrow ties and white shirts to dinner-kids don't tuck in their shirts, and moms don't wear pearls while they cook. This fictional, squeaky clean display cannot be farther from the truth. We live in the same world as non-Christians, and have the same problems. Finances, work, broken cars, and kids with zits. Kids to get at soccer, and forgetting to set out the roast to thaw for dinner. OK, let's just order pizza. And although some may have a stereotypical appearance, we tend to look like any other people-our difference is on the inside-our hearts. So don't make us look like geeks-it insults the geeks!

Jesus said the world will know we are Christians by our love. See, when I think of my Christian brothers and sisters, I think of Stu helping out where he can. I see Wayne directing traffic at a crash scene. I see Fred stopping to ask a biker on the side of the road if he needs help. There's Glenn, holding a door open for someone, or carrying her packages to her car. It's Dick hanging out with the Viet Nam Vets, and being their friend-no preaching, just love in action. Woody and Sandy, aka the Clauses, showing that Jesus is the reason for the season, just loving and not arguing that Santa isn't real-showing love.

You see clothes don't make the man-or Miles with his open shirt and sandals-barefoot on warm days, wouldn't make it as our pastor. Darrell Mansfield, with his hair over his shoulders, wouldn't make it as a worship leader. And hundreds of Christian bikers in leather, wouldn't make it as ministers of the Word-none of us dress like they do in these so called Christian movies. "Honey, do I have any clean jeans?" Sound familiar?

So if you want to represent Christ, go love on someone. When the homeless guy ahead of you is about to be escorted out of Burger King, tell the manager "he's with me." Then buy him lunch, and spend time with him. When a biker is stuck on the side of the road, wait with him until help arrives. And give him your card, in case he ever needs anything again. Pay the toll for the next vehicle behind you. And don't hesitate to let someone with one item get in front of you with many when in line. Remember it's OK to be nice. Show love-as true love comes from the inside out, not by appearance. You see, while we are so busy looking at outer appearance, God is busy looking at our hearts. And it is a merciful thing that those films are hidden, because of the harshness that they would show.

Try Jesus today, and let Him change that heart of yours. You can't, and therapy won't. Until there is a change of heart, there will be no change of actions.

Bond, Elvis, the Marx Brothers, and the Beatles-all were known by their actions-which reflected their hearts. And we knew what to expect. The cameras are rolling-what will the movie of your actions show? You've advertised yourself as a Christian, what does the world expect of you? Be glad you're forgiven-the old is wiped away-or it could open up a whole next genre of horror films. Don't wait for the movie. Read the book today!

For today is a day of screen tests of your love for Jesus to the world. Bond has a license to kill-make yours a license to love.

love with compassion,

Mike

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at the cross road

Walking through Penneys on Saturday, Theresa commented on a display of Laker's gear, and how less than one week ago it was filled with Charger paraphernalia-that is until the Jets beat them. Then, true to form for a San Diego based team, their fans deserted them. Where last week the talk shows were talking of a Super Bowl victory, just the next day they were talking of rebuilding the same team and doing what it takes to be a winner. One week heroes, the next zeroes.

Green Bay, Wisconsin-two time zones and many fan cultures away is a much different scene. A town immersed in a strong football tradition, year round they support their team-win or lose. At Lambeau Field, statues of Curly Lambeau and Vince Lombardi greet you, as you pass by on Lombardi Avenue. The same Vince Lombardi who said "winning isn't the only thing, it's everything." From the stadium you can see the Don Hutson Building, and streets named after Bart Starr, Brett Favre, and bearing the names of Hornung, Taylor, Nitschke-other Packer greats. How many other cities have streets named after lineman like Forrest Gregg? or the premier pulling guard, Jerry Kramer? And it extends far into the neighborhoods, as this town refers to itself as Titletown USA, and its fans reflect it. The day I was there, the parking lot was closed off, so being on the Tiger I jumped the curb, and rode up the steps, parking in front of a main entrance. Blasphemy, but hey-I live in San Diego. And after finding an open door, was amazed at what I found inside. Whereas most stadiums are concrete and block, this had shiny floors and the appearance of an upscale mall-with posters, monuments, and displays referencing their heroes. Almost like being in a museum, except this was to display football at its greatest, Packer football. And football heroes-who had the good fortune of playing for the Pack. And their fans showed their appreciation, both on and off the streets.

Still farther west, 150 miles from St. Paul, sits the town of Appleton, Minnesota. Also a town of heroes, but lesser known than the ones in Green Bay. In 1946, when the town needed its streets reorganized, the mayor, Robert P. Miller, proposed naming the streets after Appleton war fatalities. It took a year to put the plan into effect, but they hung the new street signs on Memorial Day, 1947. Names like Thielke, Miles, Schleiman, Sorenson, Lhotka, and Behl adorn the streets even today. With some war heroes from Korea and Viet Nam added. 34 streets has Appleton, and each one named for a war fatality-the only town in the USA to honor their vets this way. So no matter what street you drive on, live on, or walk on-you are honoring a veteran who gave his life so that we can enjoy the freedom we have today. Streets named after heroes-American heroes. And to Appleton, a hearty thanks-a great example to all of true American heroes-whose field was of battle, and who gave all so that we may enjoy our freedom.

All roads lead somewhere, and it is important to know where the road you are on is going. Not all roads lead to heaven, let me point you to Jesusisthe Way. A straight and narrow road, when compared to other roads in the area-that at first appears boring and lifeless. Why would any biker, except for a Gold Winger choose straight instead of some wonderful curves-but it is where the road goes that is important. Jesusisthe Way may appear smooth, but like life it has many bumps and road hazards-usually when least expected. Yes, the runoffs are wide, and entrance back on is easy-just repent, ie. change your course, and it only goes one way. And like any road, there are temptations to want to get off-even if just for a short while, but they always end in disaster. All the while, you are being guided by God and the Holy Spirit, letting you know when the obstacles to your trip occur, where, and how to avoid them. It takes communication with your life's pilot-not co-pilot, to make it to the end-heaven. And when any questions arise, or rough road sets in-the advice is look to the cross-for that is where your destination and trip planning will be found. For that light at the end of the road, comes from heaven, and reflects the cross-the ticket to heaven, and one that must be purchased through Jesus Christ. You see, He is a hero also, and not only died to give us freedom, but rose again, promising eternal life to those who follow Him. And all you have to do is stay on the road with Him-and the road is named after what He told His disciples-for Jesus truly is the way! So if you find yourself on any other road in life than Jesusisthe Way, He allows you to change course to Him immediately. And the fact that it only goes one way-to heaven, allows us to look to what lies ahead, instead of what lies behind. A road open to all, I advise taking it, while you still can.

Today choose to honor the ultimate hero, Jesus Christ, by following Him. A warrior who never lost, yet gave His life voluntarily so that we may live. Now, that's a hero. and did what no other hero, football or soldier ever did, defeated death. If that isn't enough for you, add a peace that surpasses understanding, and joy unspeakable. Not even a Packer victory can promise that!

Jesusisthe Way! A street like no other, named after one like no other. See you on the road.

love with compassion,

Mike

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there is always a sunny day on the other side of the clouds

You know you are in trouble when you look out the window first thing in the morning and find 6" of fresh snow on your motorcycle. You don't remember it being there when you parked it last night, and although you cranked up the blanket on the bed, don't remember it being that cold. But here you are, faced with a bike wrapped in snow, and also unridable because either the plow is late, or he has been by and plowed you in. For all of you who don't live where it snows, I found this a sort of amusement for the bored plow drivers, who on their return trip won't look you in the eye, but you can see them grin as they pass. Bagged another. Which doesn't so anything for your condition, so go back under the blanket for another hour-and enjoy the quiet which snow seems to bring to the country.

We don't do snow well here-in fact we don't do rain well either. Talking with my friend Nathan, Corvair and Scrambler aficionado and founder of BA-MOTO, British bikes and American cars, he was riding the 35 minutes to work in the rain. When I asked why he didn't take the car, he told me the Greenbrier van's motor is stuck, and he doesn't drive his '63 Monza-black and immaculate-in the rain. When I teased him as he sat there shivering, he really admitted it didn't have any wiper motors. You never use them, so he removed them. Not to lighten the car, as old racers do, but because it was one less thing to rebuild or replace-and he didn't plan on driving it in the rain. Now he wishes he had, as he has an equally cold and wet ride home-at least he can lane split.

God tells us the rain falls on the just and the unjust. While the bikers I know are praying for sun and warm, the farmers are praying for rain for the crops. Who's right is a matter of need. And sin can be like that too. There is no isolated sin, like there are very few isolated showers. Those who claim prostitution is a personal sin and doesn't hurt anyone, need to visit the families destroyed by adultery. The rampant STD's running through the country-and realize how this sin affects us all-in taxes and pain and suffering. When 40% of kids are born without fathers, do we see a problem that no government program can solve? And when you make fun of virgins and those who choose to wait-stupid only compounds the issue.

But God-two great words that seem to be echoed when we need Him, tells us that where sin abounds, grace abounds even more. For where His spirit is, there is liberty, and a way out from the situation. And often the way is nothing you considered. Because His ways are different, and if you spend time with God, find they are always better. You see I didn't have to be anywhere when my new bike got covered in snow-you can ask me and I could tell you it's never been in rain, did you ever think to ask about snow? So God gave us a morning to rest and sleep in-and when the roads dried later that day-had enjoyed a great time alone, and had a great and warm and dry ride home. We could have fussed, and rushed-but God's way was better. Instead of rushing home to nothing, we enjoyed each others company courtesy of God.

I'm sure Nathan is dried out by now-both he and Jamie rode together. But a better way is to be ready-to have your wiper motors installed. They were put there for a purpose and so were you. And it's ok to ask God, so you can know. And you don't have to wait until it pours. Or you have snow covering your bike. Or until you have fallen into sin and ruined relationships and your health.

How we react is more important as our actions. As I get older, sometimes I get wiser, and find that most of my life is out of control, and I spend more time reacting than acting. Which is ok, because I know who has the answers. And your reaction sets in motion a new set of events. So if you can, stay pure and sober-like Dean Faber told Flounder, "fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life." Enjoy the day God has given you, even if it rains. For somewhere a farmer is thanking God for it. So put on the rain suit, or ride in the cage-but have a great day with Jesus.

Oh, and if the snow is deeper than your motorcycle-pull the covers up, turn up the blanket and enjoy some time of rest-just may be the very thing you need, but never would have asked for.

love with compassion,

Mike

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one night in the girl's dorm, part 1

The only reason I can think of for always wanting to be 12 was so I could get into the James Bond movies. The nasty, older-16-girl behind the ticket window would always ask your age, and if you didn't look it, wouldn't let you in. But when I finally got to be 12, with it, brought a change in my economics, for the 50 cent ticket now went up to 75 cents, and brought about early fiscal turmoil as I had to readied how to spend the dollar my mother gave me to go. I needed more income to finance my new, lucrative lifestyle, so I did what a lot of other kids my age did, I sought work through YES-Youth Employment Service, and cut yards, making $4 a week-not bad when you are 12. And my first contact with networking. I just didn't know it.

My friend Bill also signed up, and this is where he met Mr. Eysmann. Bill cut his yard. Mr. Eysmann was a very rich man, who was a true entrepreneur. Having only a daughter, Allison, Bill soon became the son Mr. Eysmann never had-and I'm sure taught him lessons he wished he didn't have to learn. I saw the personal, hand written check for $4 million dollars he wrote to buy Polychrome, where he got Bill and I jobs. When Bill got arrested for wheelying in front of Bambergers, and landing his front wheel on the trunk of a police car, it was Mr. Eysmann that got all charges dropped. It was Mr. Eysmann, who when two weeks into the fall semester, we decided to attend Rutgers and all classes were closed, who got us into all the classes we wanted, and paid for them. He also saw to it that Bill was given a proper head start, and set him up with a loan to buy Mrs. Eysmann's 1967 baby blue with white interior Cadillac convertible. And placed $1000 in an account there for him, in a bank he owned.

Mr. Eysmann had but one child, Allison, who was Daddy's little girl. A 10 from the neck down, she balanced out to a 4 from the neck up. Always overdressed, and at first obnoxious to Bill-they acted like brother and sister-she and I got to be friends. For all her sophistication, she was quite naive-I'm sure the way her dad wanted, and when I decided to move west in November of 75, she asked me to visit her at Wellesley, to say good bye.

Wellesley was an all girls college then, and a visitor, particularly a male had to be screened, just to get on campus-let alone in the dorm. But Allison made the proper arrangements, and I was allowed to stay in a guest room, far secluded from female contact, and properly chaperoned by her resident assistant the whole time. She had told me she would buy me dinner, and I envisioned a steak after riding all day in the cold, but was restricted to anything I wanted in the cafeteria, food wise that is. Which was interesting-here I am the only male, shoulder length hair, leather jacket, and on a motorcycle-quite the opposite to the Harvard boys who were being shipped in that Saturday night for a mixer. A dream, as the co-eds had only me to flirt with, and did. I was like a prize to Allison, who watched, and when it got to adventurous-to her, would remind them that I was with her-for the weekend. Sorry ladies, but to these secluded young women, I was an outlaw-Harvard lads didn't ride, I was Brando and McQueen on my bike, and James Dean in my leather-a rebel with a cause and not in a blue blazer with a crest-hairdo by helmet, and the only game in town, at least at dinner, but chaperoned by Allison, and her RA. A cool no preppie could ever dream about-"Dad, how come that biker in the leather jacket and long hair is getting all the girls." With the agreement to leave early enough so they could get ready the next day for the Harvard lads.

Now I had no physical interest in Allison, I know Bill did, and the fact that he couldn't do anything because of Mr. Eysmann used to drive him nuts. But to me she was a Jewish princess, secluded from the world, and who knows what I was-all I could attest to was being a Christian for less than 90 days, and not sure what that meant either. And Allison and I had talked about Jesus openly, in fact that was most of our conversations-this wonderful thing had happened to my life, and she saw I wasn't like Bill anymore-although I think she secretly had the hots for him-another true bad boy crush. But that night in the guest room, with chaperone along, I shared Jesus with them. Long after lights out, the RA had some authority back then, and for one of the first times cared more about the woman I was visiting than anything sexual. I don't know where Allison is today with Jesus, but I know there was some heavy seeding going on that night-as this 90 day old Christian biker evangelist was sharing his heart, and what was in it. Except the what was really a who.

I don't know the scripture, I think it is in Romans, but it says that what is in your heart, comes from your mouth. My interpretation, but accurate. And that night my heart was on Jesus. And at an early stage in my walk, learned to trust Him for words, and that He would give them to me. I wasn't in church, but I was in the word-and that made all the difference. I was leaning/trusting Him, and not even realizing it. Truly God takes care of those He calls His own.

Today you may be like the Black Sheep-ministering to a group of unsaved HOG members, who have work, a home, and many bikes-why would they need God? You may be ministering to a man who sinned-and can't forgive himself, and wonder why he doesn't get it. You may be facing a situation that unless God intervenes is hopeless-and guess what-He is right there with you! You are not alone, and He has provided a way out-and also the right words for you. It was no coincidence me being at Wellesley that night, I was the means that God used to evangelize that night. And it is no coincidence who you will encounter today-God orders your steps, and a divine encounter is just around the corner-maybe right now! Trust Him, and if His words come from your mouth, thank him for a changed heart.

And if you happen to be on the receiving end, thank Him, too. Your room, your cell, your buddy seat is never empty as long as you let Jesus into your life. Even in a woman's dorm. And to all you Harvard lads who would do anything to spend a night in the girls dorm at Wellesley, let me tell you something. I did! I was even invited back! And it was better than anything you could imagine! Eat your hearts out! And it's nothing a gentleman would share with others. But if you really want to know-all I can say is you wouldn't believe it. Better than I could have imagined! Maybe if you ask, I 'll tell you sometime. But I warn you-it's not what you think. Might even change you heart. Consider your heart. And when done, give them to Jesus. From what I see, you guys need Him too. And maybe a leather jacket and motorcycle wouldn't hurt either!

Let "for God so love the world, He gave His only son" into your life today. And watch where it takes you! It took me to Wellesley-who knows where it can take you. You know, I never did hear how that mixer with the Harvard lads went.

love with compassion,

Mike

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best of all...

"Best of all...it's a Cadillac" their ads used to say. And as the ultimate in automotive luxury for over 75 years, they were also known as the Standard of the World. So in an age after WWII when luxury meant longer, lower, and wider-they also added high performance V-8 engines, tail fins, and every option you could think of to make their car the ultimate in luxury, and a car that all up and coming businessmen aspired to. Your final destination in your evolution of car ownership had to be a Cadillac. For it was like the ads said, plus it allowed the world to know you were someone and had arrived in life.

And into the 70's, Cadillac had no peer, its closest competition coming from Lincoln, and sometimes Imperial. But it was always a Cadillac that you longed for. And up until the 1977 model year they were the longest-some over 21' long, compare that to your 20' garage, with engines up to 472 cubic inches-compare that to a wimpy 4.1 litre, and with over 400 horsepower and a torque rating exceeding 500-more than some of the heavy duty diesel pickups of today. If excessive meant luxury, these were the most luxurious in any category. Bench seats, no buckets eats here. You could be seen with your wife/girlfriend/mistress riding together, right next to you. Remember how romantic that was? And with over a 100,000 Coupe De Villes sold then, you didn't need to ride in a stodgy old four door-they could even make a 2 door, 5000 pound car look sexy and fast.

My friend, mentor, and chiropractor-Gerald had a 1976 Coupe de Ville. A root beer color, with tan leather and a tan leather top, it took up most of the space in front of their house. And couldn't be parked in the garage, as the dip in the driveway was too much, and the rear bumper would drag-remember those times. With a Mafia rated four body trunk, it was just as long in the back, as it was in the front. And the fact it was a 1976 was critical, as GM had decided to downsize their cars for the 1977 model year. Factors such as fuel economy, and availability contributed, but also smaller luxury makes from Europe were invading the market, and a demand was there. But Gerald and his generation still believed in the bigger is better, and clung to the old style cars. Much talk, and courage was needed to buy the new downsized version-it was some 13-19 inches shorter, weighed 1000 pounds less, and had a smaller motor-it was the size of a large Ford at the time-and don't think Ford with its LTD missed reminding you of that in their ads. An era of automotive design, and excessive opulence had come to an end, and for many it meant hanging on to their older car rather than trading every other year-or every year as the styles used to change yearly, and who wanted to get caught in last years model. That was so-middle class. But suddenly, with the tables turned on them-it was the cool thing to keep your larger Cadillac. At least for a couple of years until the public either accepted the smaller version, or rejected them and big came back. Like the Bible says, to he who is given much, much is expected-and Cadillac gave them all they needed in a car, and more.

Paul also says in his letter to the Philippians, "I have been poor, and I have been rich, I know how to get through both situations-I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." And truly we can, too. For even as the world draws us into the web of lust and luxury-it provides no way out, and little consolation for the not as well endowed, aka the poor. Whereas the world looks to the government, or monthly payments, Paul advises us to look to Christ. And not look at the situation.

But many do not take this advice. As in the past year, when the world economy sank, I have seen my own home lose 50% of its value. Wiped out my 401k, all while I sat helplessly. I know men who were millionaires, and lost their businesses and homes, reduced to employee status again, instead of employer. Sometimes taking a toll on family and health. Knowing both luxury, and then being glad just to have the basics. A life change that can be disastrous, without Christ. Fortunately I chose Jesus, the right decision. You see happiness is based on situations-ask the Charger fans. Before the game jubilant-after disappointed and bummed. Same team-just different circumstances. That is why Paul counts it all joy to know Christ, and why we should turn only to Him in all situations. He never changes-no money shortage in heaven, or payments missed. No overpaid bankers, or government lies and involvement-just Jesus.
And He doesn't change, which is why we look to Him in all situations. He has taken us, and many like us, through tough times, with a smile on our face, and also in our hearts. No matter what the need, He is adequate in seeing that it is met. And after asking, is faithful to complete the good work He has started in us. Recently I was reminded of this, when I received an e-mail from a woman in Theresa's Bible study. She had miscarried, and the baby was still in her womb. Her husband had lost his job, they had no insurance, and no money-$5000 needed for the operation to complete her stillborn pregnancy. But she is a woman of faith, and gave the situation to Jesus. And waited, while He waited with her. Finally after a few days a call came from church-someone had stepped up when hearing of the need, and given the money-all of it needed, for the surgery! Blessing both the giver and the receiver. And we stand in awe of what Jesus will do in your situation, if you only seek Him and let Him. You see more important than the luxury afforded by the world, is the luxury of knowing Jesus, and letting Him into your life.

I don't know how long Gerald hung onto that '76 Coupe de Ville, but I know this woman will hang onto Jesus forever. You see love, never goes out of style. Has no yearly model changes, doesn't respond to public outcry, and never goes on vacation. God and His love are always present-a Standard of the World, but really a Standard from Heaven. Styles change-He doesn't. So in your next or current situation-look to the cross, instead of your problem/situation. The answer is there-a someone instead of a something. And doesn't that make it that much more personal. Gerald loved his car, but his car could never love Him. A stark contrast to why we love God-because He loved us first.

Best of all-He's Jesus!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the battle for men's soles

You may not realize it, but your shoes started defining you early in life. As a kid it was sneakers-or sneaks, and then as you got into first grade it was the first big decision-P.F. Flyers or U.S. Keds. Then the next pair increased the choices-black or white, and high or low tops? And then you got to junior high school-and encountered the most hallowed ground in it-the gym floor. Where no street shoes were allowed, so you trashed your white socks or wore sneakers. And if you played sports it was Converse All Stars, we never called them Cons then. And the choice of the cool players was high top white, where you could write your name in marker down the back, and show off the cool All Star label on the inside of your ankle. Still sneakers-only purpose built. And as my friend Larry, who works for Converse says, he can get you any color as long as it isn't black or white-he jokes. As you can get them in plaid, pink, blue, as sandals, and with skulls. And you can still wear them on that hallowed ground at school.

Now I don't think of myself as sophisticated, but last week at California Speedway for the WERA races, I noted the racers wearing their expensive race boots. Custom tailored and obviously engineered for speed and comfort-take a trip in sneakers and see how your arches hurt-you need support for putting your feet on the pegs-they were plastic, leather, in bright colors and some even were tapered aerodynamically at the heel. I am not sure how far we have come, but I cannot picture Dick Mann and Gary Nixon in them. I never saw Cal Rayborn wearing designer boots, and you didn't see them in On Any Sunday. But this Sunday, and other Sundays, if style and matching boots wins races, more power to them.

Seems we live in a specialty world, influenced by design. Just looking in my wife's closet she has warm up shoes, running shoes, walking shoes, crossovers-whatever that means, and tennis shoes-sneakers to those raised back east-each with a purpose, and all looking the same to me. And it reminds me of another battle for men's souls. And how confusing it can be.

Tell me how I get to heaven, please. Simply put, believe in your heart, and confess with your mouth, Jesus died for your sins, and was raised again, and you are saved. That's it-even says so in the Bible. But yet when talking with other Christians, questions like where do you go to church, how do you baptize, and do you believe in works for salvation come up. Designer gospel-not in the Bible, but designed by man to make himself look better. Or you worse. If I believe, but you have a list of good works-you must be better. And if your church has more services, a pastor called reverend, and a paid organist-well you must really be spiritual. I can tell by the way you talk-it's all about you!

Stop and think. None of that makes you more spiritual-in fact it takes away from Jesus, who in everything He did pointed to God. Does your church point to Jesus, or to works? Or to the pastor? Or to the fact of how great a job they are doing in the community? You may be surprised to find God looks dimly on such things. If it's not all about Jesus, He tells you that you are in sin. You cannot serve two masters, and your double mindedness will cause you to stumble. And who wants to stumble, particularly in your new sneakers?

Take a look around, and if your fellowship has more style than scripture, ask God what to do. Then when He answers, do it. Seek Him first, then all things will be added. And consider this, if we are supposed to be of one spirit, and one accord-how do we look to the non-saved when we bicker over petty differences? We are supposed to stand out from the world by our love, not our denominational feuds. Maybe we all need to take off our street shoes, and stand on holy ground, together. Take the hand next to you and pray for that person. And then the one on the other side. And show love to all within the place. And then take it outside. And maybe, you will find we are all the same in Christ, yet individual enough to be different.

Jesus Christ-always in style, and always the right thing at the right time. Try Him out today, and find that the battle for your soul has been won, in fact we have been celebrating it for 2000 years. Grab onto Him, and stand on holy ground, no matter the soles of your shoes, and enjoy freedom-with mercy and grace mixed in. Love with a heavenly design, and not soon to go out of style.

See you in church-sneakers welcome. No fancy style needed here-be yourself in Jesus. High tops optional.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the invaders

"David Vincent has seen them, for him it started on a deserted road, looking for a shortcut he never found. It began with a deserted diner, and a man too long without sleep to continue. Now he must try to convince an unbelieving world that these aliens exist..."

And so begins The Invaders, a Quinn Martin Production. And for 43 weekly episodes in the late 60's, we watched as David Vincent tried to show a non-believing world that an alien invasion was already taking place. An alien, who we never see in its true form, but that electronically has taken on human characteristics, with the following abnormalities. Their pinkies are kinked, although some may not be. They have no pulse, and when cut don't bleed. And when they are injured, they disintegrate,taking along any evidence of whatever they have touched, disintegrating with them. And of course there were some rebel aliens, who were against the invasion, but who could tell the good from the bad? Disappearing-leaving no evidence-but David knows, but how do you tell an unbelieving world the truth?

While channel surfing yesterday while watching the Chargers fold, I stopped where a well known, but scandalous TV evangelist was asking for $1000 donations-of seed faith. And I thought of the Haitians, with nothing, and was reminded why this lie doesn't play there. Money-these people need food. They are hungry-not greedy. Where are you in Matthew 25? I know. I thought of Oral Roberts, who died last month, and how he once came out and said if he didn't get $X millions of dollars, God would take him home. And I was reminded how the love of money is the ROOT of all evil. For those of us who are Christians, if you take heaven out of the equation-you have no equation. For that is where God is, and where we want to go. My word to Oral would have been-"do you really believe? Or are you so mired in your own worldly system that you don't want to?" Maybe His scripture read "greater is me who is in the world, than broke without it." And for this other guy, why not send the money to Haiti via Samaritans Purse, a well respected Christian ministry, that is already on the ground there? Or is your gospel one of money and greed? You are not from us-but an aberration. And God will deal with you and those like you severely-His words, not mine!

You see the aliens are here-Mike Mohn has seen them. And encountered them, one on one. Once during a church visit, as eight of us left in shock, at the cultic practices that took place, perverting the gospel of the God of the Bible-while others stayed behind. And how one assistant pastor now hates me, because I took a stand against this heresy. Had he been in the word, instead of weekly sermons based on current events, he would be able to see the lies and deception-but as it is doesn't want to upset anyone. And is selling out his soul. Are you able to see through the deception of a cult that even uses the name of Jesus Christ in its name, but denies His deity, saying He is the half brother of Satan? Do you let them in your home? Or how about another cult, who claims that you do not need Jesus, because you haven't sinned and there is no heaven?

Do not be deceived, the aliens-those who look like but are not Christians are out there. They even know all the buzz words, and may even hang out with believers. But Jesus says BE GONE-I NEVER KNEW YOU! And don't be afraid to confront them-in love. And after they expose themselves-flee from them and their evil-staying close to God. And as John says-DO NOT EVEN LET THEM IN YOUR HOUSE-OR WISH THEM GOD SPEED! That's pretty harsh, but as I learned a few years ago, they don't have to win an argument to win, just start one. Cause discord, confusion, and turn people to rules instead of Jesus. The spirit of anti-christ is here. And they know exactly what they are doing. Yes David Vincent is correct-the aliens are here. And we must let an unbelieving world know. But what we must let them know is Jesus is the answer, the way to heaven. And follow Him, and the aliens, or cultists will have to go elsewhere for recruits. It is a tough world, the price to be paid is your soul. And this is not science fiction-but truth. Who do you say Jesus is? He is the true son of God, who died and was resurrected for our sins. Believe and receive.

For the past few minutes I hope God has had hold of your heart. And I hope He continues for the rest of the day. For some day you will be held accountable, but for now we live on earth-maybe the sick and dying planet that the aliens are from. For we truly are aliens here whose citizenship is in heaven. And I can't wait to get home. I don't need your seed faith money either, my ticket is bought and paid for-in full. Hope to see you there soon.

love with compassion,

Mike

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a road test for relationships

A popular saying back in the 70's was "opinions are like Honda's, everybody has one." It also referred to the human part of our anatomy where we sit, but I think you get the idea. We all have opinions about things, which sometimes will out weigh the facts-distorting the truth. For instance, I am doing another bike swap this morning-picking up yet another 2010 Triumph Thunderbird. And having put over 5200 miles on them, feel relatively qualified to give my two cents, er opinion. And just to confirm my viewpoint, read some recent road tests on it from the popular cycle magazines. And I was surprised to see we agree on most things-except for personal preferences.

Many magazines only ride the bike for a few hundred miles-riding it like they stole it-I've seen how they have come back-if they ask, don't lend them yours. And those miles are split between many riders, and some may never get it out of the city, basing their opinion on that short ride. In fairness though, this is SOP for all bikes, so they do have a basis for comparison, albeit a limited one.

That is why I miss Road Rider magazine. They would actually ride the bikes-cross country, and tell you all about its pluses and minuses. While telling you about all the great roads to ride and places to eat. But unfortunately, as the market grew, their niche didn't, and after a noble effort, lives on as Motorcycle Consumer News today. Not the same-my opinion. But a magazine that just celebrated its tenth anniversary, of all places, it's from North Carolina-Road Runner, seems to have filled the gap lost by Road Rider. They actually ride, add maps of places they ride, recommend places to eat and stay-but mostly they put miles on the bikes. And can give you a fair appraisal of the machine-somehow the around the block test drive, if you even manage one from the dealer, just doesn't cut it.

And whereas sport bike guys may tour, and cruisers carve the canyon, it is nice to read about someone who loves motorcycles-as opposed to writing an editorial just for his own peer group. I've toured on Daytonas, and also on Thunderbirds. Guess what, both evoke strong emotions-and both can make or break a trip. No fun lane splitting on a Daytona-but is much better on Tiger. The Tiger handles exceptionally-but is no match for a race bike with license plates. Are you beginning to get it? A motorcycle is a personal thing. A relationship. One my wife didn't understand until she started riding her own, then it was "my bike" and she set it up as she wanted it. And by the way, rides 10,000 miles per year on a Bonneville. More than many tourer types I know, maybe she doesn't know it isn't a touring bike.

Life is about relationships-with people as well as motorcycles. How many have you sold wishing you had it back again? Or dreamt about-the Bible calls it lust, only to be disappointed and couldn't wait to sell it for something else? Good relationships take time, so give your relationship with God some. Just like a new bike, there is a get acquainted period, until you have confidence in the bike. Then you find yourself just riding, without thinking about each decision you have to make. Just like with God. But yet, some never get familiar with Him, they must obey some law, ritual, or denominational rule-and give up freedom for religion. God doesn't want religious people, read about Jesus-He didn't care for them, and in fact they hated Him. He told them love was the only commandment, how would you feel if the other 613 laws were rendered useless by Him? And you had always lived like that!

Today try something different-trust God. Put your hope in Him, and not a law or denominational rule. Let Him lead, let Him be the road test-and use His advice by getting to know Him. It is easier to trust someone you know, so spend time with Him. Pray-listen too, it is a dialogue, not a monologue. Meditate-no not in a trance, start bringing Him into the thought process, and admire things as He reveals Himself more to you. Watch a hummingbird feed, and wonder about the God that created it. Then praise Him, it's called thanks-and a thankful heart can only come from a repentant heart. Ditch the put down of laws, and show love-you may find you are starting to act like Him, and not bound by statutes. You can argue any law-we all do when we break them-but how do you argue love?
So stop arguing, and start loving. Stay away from opinions, and seek truth. My steak medium well and yours rare both bring us happiness. But only true joy is found in Jesus Christ. No brag, just fact. No opinions, truth you can trust. No matter what you ride. Spend time with Him today, and conduct your own road test. You will find He outperforms anything else the world has to offer.

And that is not an opinion, brag yes, but fact!

love with compassion,

Mike

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out of the ashes

Having been at a few accident scenes lately, unfortunately mine, I can tell you that you can treat the body's symptoms, but it is harder to treat the minds. It seems we can deal with blood-the only true sign that you are hurt, ask any little kid, but dealing with anxiety and the depression that we deny afterwards-well it's different. It's like fighting an invisible foe, and our pride doesn't allow any person to fully diagnose it. And although physical wounds heal, it's the emotional ones that leave scars too deep to see.

The first time Theresa rode by herself, she got hit-not her fault. And after some encouragement-no wimpy riders at our house, she was off and fine. When Christopher got hit, it took a few miles to get his confidence back. And I can even say after being hit by the wretched woman making an illegal left turn, I am very wary of intersections. But strangely, getting hit in the rear, I was able to ride again with no problems-go figure. Proof that no one can figure out the mind-at least at a primitive level like mine is.

And as I watch the victims in Haiti, I can see that the needs physically will be met soon, but what about the emotional scars? In two weeks when order has been established, notice I didn't say restored, we will all pat ourselves on the back for a job well done. But what about the victims-who will tend to them once their physical needs are met? What about their souls?
General Mac Arthur, after defeating the Japanese is WWII, when asked what the Japanese people needed, said "send them Bibles and missionaries." They needed to be emotionally and spiritually healed. We didn't, and missed a great opportunity to evangelize. Let's not miss it again. Not to take advantage of a situation, but to make something out a tragedy-to see lives changed eternally-not just for the moment. There are some problems that cannot be corrected with a check-or a check up. They are spiritual, and only God can minister to the situation.

So I ask-no I insist, we continue to be sensitive to God and watch how He makes this situation a victory, and heals the victims. That we continue to pray, ask God what He will have us do. Maybe pray, maybe go, maybe donate. A lot of maybes-but He will demand something of those who call themselves His. Keep your heart open, watch as you receive blessings also.

To put this in perspective, you have a population the size of the San Diego metro area, driven by voodoo, and without hope, or a future. Why not give them the only real thing they need, Jesus-he will add all the other things. And along the way, maybe note the neighbor, or coworker, or person in church who is hurting too. Be open to the spirit, and watch as "as you go, you will be spreading the gospel."

Just an earthquake. Those who follow false teachings, are now quick to say they predicted it. But to those who are called, we know it is a sign of things to come. And we better be ready! For the true mark of a Christian is not predicting, but reacting with an open heart to the tragedy, something no false teacher ever does. Jesus said they will know we are Christians by our love. Don't waste your time telling me how great a lover you are-SHOW ME! Haiti yesterday-overwhelmed by voodoo. Today, in physical despair. Tomorrow-maybe, the richest and fastest growing Christian nation in the world. If He can save me...

love with compassion,

Mike

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haven't you had enough religion?

While watching Jeopardy last night, I learned that January 17th is a holiday. No, nobody's birthday, it is National Break Your New Year's Resolution Day. A day that by name sounds pessimistic, the fact that it is 17 days into the new year, gives hope-at least for two weeks. For to those of you who make these resolutions that you cannot fulfill, they only bring more stress for that time period, with so many not making it until the 17th. And they seem like altruistic goals-lose weight, stop smoking, watch less Jeopardy, but they all end in an appointment with disappointment. AKA-failure. Like I don't have enough problems already.

And a popular theme this year among the church is to read through the Bible in a year. Spend 30 minutes each day reading, and then check off what you read. Theresa even brought home a book so you can follow it. And although this seems like a Godly thing to do, it is cloaked in a false spirituality-one it is all about you, not God, one that puts you in control-not God, and ends with an appointment with disappointment. And it brings more laws into your life-and a potential quenching of the spirit. For instance-

The first three days you are hot, then the weekend comes. Life interferes with your plans. And the excuses fly, so you try again on Monday-two days behind. Soon this task to know God better takes on the burden of a late homework assignment, and pretty soon it is forgotten. And the memory is only made worse by someone holding out longer than you. They may have gotten to the Mount of Transfiguration, but you're still stuck in the valley of the shadow of death. And ask yourself, what does this have to do with Jesus being in control of my life, like I pray?

Remember this life is about relationships, starting with our one with God. Consider the following, and see my point. You buy a new bike, and call some friends to ride with you. You're excited, and you want to ride. And here are the rules. For the first ten miles we ride no faster than 40mph. Then rest. Then we ride 50mph for an hour, then rest. Then 60 mph, but not for long-and we are still home by noon. Can't wear out that new engine. Are you the only one disappointed when after you announce this find you are riding alone? And get no return calls for next week?

When dating, you tell your new date, I need to be in by 9pm. But our next date we can stay out until 10. Still looking for that elusive second date?

Imagine life with your spouse. Tonight you can talk 20 minutes, then it is my turn. Then you can have ten, then I'll finish up with ten. Then it's back to watching Jeopardy-alone! Won't that be fun? NO-for you see relationships take time to develop, and if they are to be intimate, take one on one personal contact. So why do we bring a set of rules to our relationship with God-when this foolish set of rules doesn't work in any other relationship?

When you first met your spouse to be, you thought of her constantly. Would call many times a day, and look forward to spending time together. Without time frames-spontaneity showed love. Same with your new bike-I bought my R90S in the morning and took it back that afternoon for the 600 mile service. For a relationship to work, it must be intimate-time must be invested, and it can only be done one on one. You have to spend time with that person. Just like with God.

So it is OK to think of Him during the day, and not wait until your 30 minute appointment is here. And hey, what if 30 minutes isn't enough, can I get extra? Will it cut into tomorrow's time? Sad, but true, beneath the veneer of spirituality, lies legalism, just ready to ruin the spirit. But it doesn't have to be that way.

We say we trust God with our lives. We tell Him we have given them over to Him, and we call Him Lord. Then let's let Him be Lord, and let Him lead. No co-pilot, but full charge. He knows what's best, knows and orders our footsteps, and promises joy to those who are obedient-rather than sacrificial of their time, or money. He wants a personal relationship with you, and good times or bad, knows what you can handle, so schedules accordingly. No-everyday isn't 85 degrees with low humidity and a tailwind, but He is with you in the storm-or the valley of the shadow of death. And then is with you on the mount, and all steps in between. And as you go-remember those words He gave to His disciples-as you go preach the word by showing your relationship with God. And instead of a religion, have a relation. A friend who knows your name, and you can get to know His. No laws, just His spirit leading. And enjoy the true freedom you can only find in Jesus Christ.

For joy doesn't come from learning about God, memorizing scripture, or opening your wallet to give your 10%. It comes from a personal relationship with God via His son, Jesus Christ. No booklets, no lists, no appointments with disappointment. Time with a friend, who just happens to be the one who created the universe. Spend time with Him today-what will your answer be when He asks why do you call me Lord, but don't do the things I say? But, God-sorry He seeks a relationship, not an adherence to laws. He wants you!

Have I made you my enemy by telling you the truth? Seek Jesus, and find the way, the truth, and the life. At the cross. No more appointments of disappointment-He even let's you make the choice. So get to know Him-you can only trust someone you know-not know about! Know the one who never left you during your appoints with disappointment-truly there is joy in the morning with Jesus! And all the other times of the day, too!

Reading it more and enjoying it less? Walk in the spirit-and all other things will be added.

love with compassion,

Mike

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and you thought it was just a car

Theresa and I went to what might be the perfect old car show last Saturday. In Vista at the Peppertree Drive In, over 585 cars showed up and jammed the streets and surrounding parking lots. Restricted to nothing newer than a 1972, my year of high school graduation, this made it perfect for my trip down memory lane, as anything newer has much different memories than anything older. You tend to have hallmarks in your life, and one is getting your license-June of 1971 for me. And being able to drive made me look at cars in a different light-unfortunately.

All my dreams of SS396 Chevelles, and Boss Mustangs faded to black as the stone cold reality of a 1966 Rambler Classic sedan was my first set of wheels. And things like filling the tank took on a new meaning. We never thought gas would ever go over 30 cents/gallon, and when we got to 1/4 tank, drove in and told the attendant two dollars worth. Or in the case of many of our first cars, fill the oil, and check the gas. But this car show was different than many I attend, and that made the memories flow. Judging based on the car, and the emotions it raised, not the restoration, or how much money you spent to make it perfect. Talking with owners, and listening to their stories, and reminding Theresa in 15 years we can take her Mustang, as it will be 25 years old then. That is if we ever stop riding. But it is the unrestored, but daily driven, or often driven cars I am attracted to. The ones with wear on the seats, and thin paint from years of waxing. The ones that tell a story of their lives, and places they've been and who they were with. These are the ones that I stop and look at.

I found myself stopping and looking at the AMX line-almost a dozen of them-and a 1971 with a 360, much like my friend Barry Adams' 1972 with a 401. I spent time looking at the 1950 Buick Super, the same color as my Special sedan-the one Debbie Gallagher wanted to go to the drive in in, so we could neck. Just so she could see what it was like for her parents in the 50's. Ah, some romances never die. Stopping to laugh at the Pinto, with a sign that read FLAMMABLE in front of it, reminded me of the car that replaced the Rambler, a 1971 Pinto. And my first job as an assistant service manager and the recall for the fuel tank repair that kept them from exploding.

Even stopping and explaining how the 55-56-57 Chevies were different, yet so similar to Theresa, who commented she knew because she had been going to car shows with me for 30 years. My favorite, the 56, but I was always enamored by the dash on the 55's, the ones with the Chevy bowtie emblems cut out of the metal. I was too young to get one new, and too broke to get one when I was older. Which only makes some dreams seem farther away as you get closer.

But I found myself in thought as I considered where I was when these cars were new, and where I am now. And how far both cars and I have come. For over 70% of my life I have been a Christian, and I thought of how that influenced my decisions. And how those decisions influenced my life. From my first car when moving to Albuquerque, a Rabbit that was totaled, and replaced with a 1973 El Camino, and then replaced by a 1972 MG Midget, I could follow my story of my walk in Christ. When I traded my El Camino for the MG, and later a friend of Eric Villanueva bought it, it had a rattle. So I put a Christian magazine between the spare and jack to stop the rattle. Which Eric thought was cool, because his friend became a Christian. I never told him it was not a witness tool, the noise was making me crazy-but God had a better idea. And Eric used to tell anyone who would listen the story.

Watching TV one night with Theresa, and Crime stoppers re-enacted a crime-on the trunk of our 1967 Sedan De Ville! She used to run over curbs while driving it-her last car being a VW Bug. And it always got 6 miles per gallon, no matter how you drove it-so we drove it fast, a Trans Am killer, when they gave up all their horsepower in lieu of graphics in the late 70's. I remember our next MG, I bought a 1980 B model and surprised Theresa when I picked her up at the hospital after a miscarriage. And how Christopher used to sit in his car seat with the top down when he was three years old. How cool was that? All memories courtesy of a car show.

And I thought of two friends who went home to the Lord too soon for me-Brett and his little Honda, which his pastor and friends set up on a curb at his wedding, so they couldn't get to the motel, and Terry Garcia and his 1978 Saab. Both guys who liked road trips, and loved Jesus. Brothers who were there for me when I needed them. And then my memories took me back to the Tuesday night Bible studies and how my life was centered around Jesus. And then realized how blessed I have been for the past 35 years. Remembering all the times with brothers and sisters in the Lord-just from looking at some old cars.

So next time I get blurry eyed while looking inside an old car, use caution-and courtesy, for I am going back and remembering special times. Times spent with Jesus, and the friends I shared them with. Just one of the things I remember during communion when He says do this in remembrance of me.

And don't let the religious people take anything away from you for doing that-for any time spent with Jesus is the best time. For I remember Him even without taking communion, as He is always part of my life, riding or driving. Just remember-don't spill anything on the seats, and make sure the oil and gas are full. And take off into the sunset with new memories to come-and enjoy the ones in the past. A scrapbook from Jesus- a journey not found in the Twilight Zone.

love with compassion,

Mike

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lou's garage

I first met Lou Martinez when I was pumping gas in Durango at a Phillips 66 station. He was renting the two bays in the back of the building, and was open virtually 24/7, seems someone's old car was always needing repairs. When it got too much for the neighbors, he was asked to leave, and found a place about six miles out of town on the way to Bayfield. Belonging to a friend, it was an old cinder block building, on some acreage, about a quarter mile off the highway. It was adjacent to an old house trailer, where he lived with Anna Lee, and her three kids. More out of convenience than out of sin. The driveway had been gravel at one time, and during rain or snow was almost impassable. But it worked for Lou, and his customer's, so that was all that mattered.

Lou was from Chicago, I think, and had been a medical illustrator. His shop was always busy, and when no one else in town could fix your car, they sent them to Lou. Lou did business on a handshake-only needed when you first met, then after that all was done on a friendship agreement. Lou would fix many cars, knowing he would never get paid, but that this person needed it to get to work, since they had a family. No estimates, or invoices, just a fair deal-the way business should be done. And I had seen him take things in trade that he knew he would never use, just so the person could ease his guilty conscience about not being able to pay.

The sink in the kitchen of the trailer served as the parts washer, so they ate fast food and the occasional pizza. And when the pizza delivery boy would ask "hey Lou, while I'm here can you take a look at my car?" he would, after fixing the pizza guy's car, often eating cold pizza hours later just before falling into bed exhausted. And he was always busy, and never refused anyone-except for the rare times when he went out of town, and there would be a line of cars waiting when he got back.

Lou helped me out too, and would get you back on the road. "I just straightened the linkage, pay me when I fix it by replacing the bushings." And it ran so well you forgot about the bushings. Clyde, the young guy who worked with him actually sold me my 1963 Corvair Greenbriar van. And then bought it back when he got married, he needed a vehicle that would run, and he felt he could make that old Corvair roadworthy. The whole time the van never leaving Lou's while in-between owners. Most of Lou's deals were ended with the question, "how much can you give me now?" Letting the person take the car, knowing he would get paid someday. And somehow, always did. And not overcharging the ones who could take their car to the dealer, but chose Lou because he was fair. Even Anna Lee's kids helped out, the oldest not yet a teenager, and they knew which tool or part Lou needed when he asked. Everyone helping out.

Lou was a true caregiver for cars. A true servant to us with broken machines. And as a caregiver, usually ended up being abused somehow, as most caregivers are as a group. A true bond servant, who like Jesus voluntarily served-not asking when, how, why, where,or who, just doing what was needed. Fill the need, the rewards will come later. And the world needs more Lou's, for like George Bailey in It's a Wonderful Life, he never got rich, but was a rich man. His assets were based in people, not things, and it seems everyone owed him something. I heard a lot of Lou stories in my time. A successful man-doing what he loved to do. Giving more than he took, and everybody's friend.

Father Al tells me the story of a young priest who came to the chapel. When he found out that Father Al was looking for someone to help him run it, he approached Father Al, explaining how God had put this on his heart. Sadly his mind changed when told there was no salary or benefits-being told where God guides He provides, and is His time, miraculously, but always on time. At that point either his dream or vision changed, maybe just got cloudy a little, as he moved on.

I watched a woman one time complain about paying $20 to have her air conditioning on her Mercedes Benz repaired. "You only replaced a fuse," she cried. The tech replying "but I knew which one." You see he had wisdom, and direction-and a little experience. Just like we have in our relationship with God. We know Him and trust Him because He never let's us down. So don't be like the Bible study leader who opens in prayer "God have your way with us," and then follows it up with a timetable and rules. You see the law will quench the spirit, but the spirit gives life. And wisdom, just like Lou fixing cars. I don't know where he was with Jesus, but many lessons can still be learned from him.

As you go today, trust God in your situations. He will provide, but you must let Him. It's been almost 30 years since I saw Lou, but God is eternal,and like Lou, never rests until the job is done. His prices are fair-if you consider the cost-His own son, they are too cheap, and He is always open. Ask Him into your life today-and drive away rested and refreshed.

love with compassion,

Mike

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coverage no cell can offer

One of the benefits of being out riding all the time is I meet a lot cool people. But one of the problems is I can't remember all their names. So rather than cop an attitude, it seemed the more they knew about me, the more I couldn't remember, so I decided to quit trying, and just fellowship with each one as I was with them. And enjoy myself more. But I use two questions to help me remember. What do you ride, and where do you go to church? As most of my peer group falls into one or both of these criteria, it makes it easier to remember. I still miss a few, but I'm getting better.

And with being the only Triumphs in a mostly Harley world, I am an easy mark for people looking at and admiring our bikes. And listening to the stories of when they had one, and it opens up doors to share the Lord. One on one, personal, to a person with a face and a name. In today's society, we get burdened with numbers. 40,000 more troops to war, and forget that that is 40,000 families lives changed. Only 450,000 lost their jobs last week, that is 450,000 families lives changed. We don't see the faces, only the crowd. We have become a poll percentage, losing our identity, being categorized by what we believe, ride, or where we live. A per cent instead of a person. But names, and people still count.

When I was in high school, the Lynch brothers, Eddie and Brian, aka Brains, were my buddies. Eddie was the more down to earth one, and Brains, well his name advertised more than his actions delivered. We had a friend Mike Just, who was having a party-his parents were going out of town, and after being stupid all night we were going to crash there. So Eddie and Brains told their mom we are spending the night at Mike's. And she said OK.

The next morning she called my house and thanked my mother for having her sons over. To her surprise, my mother answered, "they're not here, they spent the night at Mike's." She just assumed Mike was me, and the brothers knowing that she would have said no, let her believe it. Not quite a lie, they were at Mike's, just not the Mike she had given them permission to stay with. Surprisingly they never asked her to stay at Mike's house again. Big surprise!

I met a man recently, about my parents age, who had fought in Korea. And as he shared his war stories, started to tell me how his only prayer was for forgiveness, and how he never he heard from God. He wanted to, but was engulfed in religion. And I marveled, because I hear from Him all the time. Jesus is very personable, and friendly. I can see Him when feeding the 5000, not sitting in a place of favor, but walking amongst the crowd. "Peter, how are doing? Dwight, how is your new bike? Wayne, glad you met Kathy. Stu, glad to see you got the Wing running. How was your trip to Vegas? Dick, it's good to see you packing double with Sherry. How's the new trike Fred?" You see, He knows you and He cares for you. You are not lost in the sea of faces, He knows your name. And all about you. And that makes the miracle of His love for us more amazing. The world has this misconception that religion is a set of rules to follow-and they are right. But with Jesus it is personal. A relationship, that grows forever. We want to be like Him as we know Him more, it's a choice and is not forced on us. A friend who is always there, and loves to spend time with you.

And He uses His friends, us as Christians, to show others His love. When we gather at church, or a rally, or stand in line at IN-N-OUT, He is there with us. Greeting others through us-never thought of Him that way did you, but we are His representatives on earth. Personally, I'm not sure how some of us got through the system, but He does, and allows us to be used-in His love. A lot of us are still a good before picture, while others are a work in process. But all who call on Him and believe are saved.

I may only remember you as the black Street Glide with flames, and you may only know me as the Triumph guy. But Jesus knows our names, and all about us. Spend some time with Him today, and become the individual the world promises but can never deliver. In a world where are all the same, only different, isn't it nice to be a somebody instead of a something? Only in Christ will you ever be all you can be.

And when it comes to Mikes, He knows us all individually. I like that. I don't have to remind Him who I am, come to a point in your walk that He doesn't need to remind you of who He is. What you ride, or where you go to church are temporal-this life is just a training ground for you to decide where you will spend eternity. I'm going to heaven, where they know my name. It's written in the books-I belong there. And no matter whose house I spend the night at, that gives me rest. Now if I can remember where I parked my bike-I'll ask that guy over there, he looks familiar....

love with compassion,

Mike

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