I'm a bike rider, not a pinata

With so much Mexican influence in Escondido, on weekends it is not unusual to see someone having a birthday party with a piñata. You know, where they make some kind of paper Mache animal, fill it with candy then hang it up. After spinning a kid around to make him dizzy, they give him a bat and let him take swings to hit it. And it often takes many swings, and everyone laughs as they miss. But finally someone gets lucky and POW! Candy flies everywhere and the kids wrestle with each other to grab it all over the ground. Fun for all, with a good reward-candy, just in case all the cake and icing wasn't enough. More sugar, get them wound up, then send them home to their parents. Where they rest up until next week, and repeat the process.

Riding for many of us is like that. You get hung up all week with the stress at work, and can't wait until Saturday morning to ride, meeting for breakfast early rather than sleeping in-you need to extract every minute you can of daylight. And many eat and ride, while many just eat, then ride back home-a small putt enough to satisfy their urge. But to those of us who truly enjoy the freedom only motorcycling can provide, it can be a 100 mile ride, then eat. Making the final eating stop the destination-and enjoying the road to get there. Ride to eat and eat to ride. One look at the expanders on the leather vests tells a lot about the participants.

But like the piñata, there are two sides to riding. We always laugh at others while we wait to take our swings, but what about the poor piñata? His best time is before he gets whacked-and our rides can be like that. And some people ride like that-telling others there are two kinds of rider, those that went down and those who haven't yet. Thanks for great PR, guys. But even sadder is those that had enjoyed riding, and after a small accident quit riding. Having been hit two times last year, by two different women not paying attention, I get a lot of well meaning people telling me "maybe God is telling you not to ride anymore." Now I know God, He talks to me, I would know His voice-it doesn't take a 4000# car to get my attention. And my answer is always, "yes, God is telling me something. Women should pay attention to motorcycles and quit hitting them!" And no matter the gender, they don't like my answer. Maybe they do care about my safety, but maybe they really don't like motorcycles. Or freedom.

Now I don't know about you, but I am not into accidents, they mess up a great day, or even a bad one. But I do like hearing from God. And it seems in bad situations, we like hearing more. Help, may be our only prayer, but He is there to provide it as is needed. When hit the first time, a paramedic just happened to be half a block away. The second time, two doctors told me I should be dead, but I'm still riding. God does watch out

for His children. And even in times where you fell like the piñata, He is providing protection. And He is at work. The woman who hit me in the second accident has terminal cancer-pray for her. And if that is how we meet, then God honor our prayers for her healing. And in the good times when you happen to hit the piñata, instead of it hitting you, enjoy all the blessings that burst forth into your life. Happinesses, that only can come from God.

Like a good ride, your prayers have a beginning, middle, and end. We ask, we wait, we receive. And our ride-we take off, head for great roads, enjoy a long ride, then head for home. Enjoying the entire ride-with the middle of it the best-the heart of our day.

Let your prayers be like that-the waiting for the answer to be the best time spent. Watch as God unfolds His plan, and eagerly anticipate the answers. Don't fuss, or be anxious. But enjoy the time with Him, for the time appointed is not for us to know. So enjoy it. And whether the answer is two hours, two days, or two weeks-enjoy the time with God. And while waiting, enjoy more riding time. And who has too much time to ride? Isn't that a prayer we all have-more time and more roads?

And aren't you glad that God doesn't see you as a piñata? But so often protects you from those who think you are? Trust God, wait on Jesus, and walk in the spirit. Enjoy all the time you have, for tomorrow is promised to no man. Enjoy life, because what good is fun if you don't enjoy it?

And you don't have to wait until Saturday-His blessings are 24/7. And even a bad day riding is better than a good day anywhere else. Except heaven.

love with compassion,

Mike

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physical acts of a spiritual nature

Theresa and I have been known to take roads we have never ridden on before. It is a pioneering side of us, and it has led to many exciting rides, great places to eat, and meeting people we never would have met. But on every road, there is a point that we question are we going in the right direction, and often times continue on looking for any source of direction. Like a mountain, the ocean, even a sign that announces a town is helpful. But what happens when you never heard of the town, or the sign is twisted at an intersection-and you aren't sure which way you are going? Do you turn back, or soldier on-hoping the next turn gives you a pleasant surprise instead of disaster.

Two weeks ago we rode W. Cielo Road above Santa Barbara for the first time. I'd read about it, but it seems we were always on the way to somewhere, so bypassed it. This time we took it, and the views were beautiful. Slow curves, but lots of cars, when the pavement ends is a shooting range. Before deciding whether we should try the gravel road, I went down and around the corner. Now the T bird is a great cruiser, but an off road bike it ain't. And after a few hundred yards the road deteriorated into huge gouges, erosion left by the recent rain. With no place to turn around. I knew I had to, and went a little further, finding space where I could turn-believe prayer works if you had seen where I was. But it was back to Theresa, and we rode back to the highway-all four miles of it-why do things seem farther away when you don't know where you are going, but so near when you do?

Things happen in our life, where we are sorry we went in that direction, but saying we are sorry just cures a bad feeling. Jesus preached repentance, turn from the wrong way, and follow Him-the right way. Good advice but do we take it? When confronted with harmful actions of others, do we try to make ourselves feel better, or repent? We know in our heart, but sometimes we don't want to hurt someone else's feelings. So we let the sin continue, and by allowing it, condone it. When we should have dealt with it sooner.

A little leaven-sin, goes through the whole loaf. One bad decision on the road you are on can spell disaster. It is taking that right action, that decisive action, that shows repentance. Keeping your eyes on the target gives you a better chance of hitting it.

Two men on the same day encountered this with Jesus. Judas felt bad after selling out our Lord and hung himself. But Peter after he denied Jesus repented, did the right thing and followed Him. Today you will be faced with decisions. Will you do the right thing, even if means changing direction, or the wrong thing-not wanting to hurt any feelings? If you are on the wrong road, turn around-repent. And if the crowd continues on-go alone. It isn't a group relationship with God, it is personal. And God loves you so much He will protect you from others who make bad decisions. But you must obey Him.

A life with Jesus is anything but boring. But exciting doesn't mean blessed, but blessed can be exciting. Seek something more than an emotional relationship-Jesus is so much more than that. Pull some from the fire, as the Bible says. Take a stand, and realize who you follow is who you will worship!

Right road, but the wrong bike. But back on the highway, we were safe and blessed. Know your equipment, get personal with it. But get to know Jesus even more. Avoid the leaven others condone, and even if it means a detour, follow Christ and you will be on the right road. Repent-for the kingdom of God is near. And will never be closer than right where you are!

love with compassion,

Mike

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oh what a feeling!

It seems the news is getting worse and worse, and catching the 10 o'clock news at least gives you an extra hour of sleep. While watching last night, among the murders, child abuse, California going bankrupt, and the various wars, Toyota and it vehicle recalls are dominating the news. Toyota, once the poster car for perfection, is a lot less than perfect when it comes to integrity. And while they were poised to become the number one automaker in the world, let's just say a mid pack finish would be a victory for them at this point. And while watching their saga unfold, Theresa asked me if we were going to buy a car, what would we buy?

Toyota never was a choice-just don't like their product. Too perfect, like falling in love with a blender. And even less attractive in sin. What else are they hiding? General Motors-or Government Motors, they have some cars that I might consider, but cannot see feeding a company that is owned by the US of A. GM-a leisure activity of the federal government, who also brought you Social Security, Medicare, and unrestricted entitlements. Sorry, I do miss Pontiac, at least GTO's and Firebirds, which went away long ago. Still hope for that red Vette! Chrysler has no new models, and won't until 2012 when it brings in FIATs, miserable cars still. Now with the US of A subsidizing an Italian company, with profits going to Italy. An off shore leisure activity-foreign aid via autos. And it is the only brand of American car I have never owned, don't know why, maybe it's the Chrysler crank. They too are a ward of the state. Maybe a Ford, but their trucks all have four doors, and I just want a basic truck. I don't need a $35,000 vehicle. Just something to haul my motorcycles in occasionally. Maybe that is why they have to discount them so heavily to sell them.

It's been five years since I bought my 2005 Civic that got totaled. Yes, that I would consider. And my 2003 Ranger, with vinyl mats and roll up windows-I wanted a basic truck and got it. Didn't want payments like my first house, and I didn't have them. And Theresa's 2001 Mustang convertible, it's loaded, but paid for after a zero percent interest loan. But she got what she wanted, and didn't settle for "our next car will be special." And this is from a guy who used to buy new cars on a whim, or every two years. Somehow when compared to a motorcycle, they all were utilitarian, or boring. Except maybe that red Vette, but still a car.

We get to visit other churches, three so far this year, and I get asked often where is a good church. My first instinct is to pray, ask God. With the full knowledge of when you do find that perfect church, once you start attending it, it will not be perfect anymore. I can only think of a few churches we visit that I would refer someone too. Too much religion, not enough Jesus. Too much feel good, no repentance. Too many programs, not enough Bible. See a pattern, for like the selling of new cars, so many churches are plugged into a system to get you to come. And God is anti-system, but pro Himself! Early in our marriage, we were looking for a church. We finally settled on the Spirit of Love, like a Colorado Calvary Chapel, because of the freedom in the spirit we felt there. Dal Mize, the pastor, was more interested in us being in the place God wanted us, than filling his pews. And so we joined, with Christopher, aged two, and being the first kid in their children's ministry. God raised up someone to watch him while we attended church. And if we had not followed God, would have missed blessings based no child care. But God knew better. Lesson one-trust God, not the programs.

And over the years, it is still good advice. Talk to the pastor, let him know you. Pray with him, and your heart will let you know. But pick a home church and get involved with it! Don't be a pew filler, participate in the ministries-and grow in the Lord!

And we still get to visit other churches, knowing their pastors, and supporting them. Wednesday nights at Marantha for Theresa is a good thing. Visiting Biker Church once month is a good thing. Visiting churches while travelling is a good thing. Because a funny thing always happens-we find that we have made the right decision for us-for our home church always welcomes us back, knowing we are doing God's work, and not church hopping. Can your church say that? Are they concerned about you, or filling pews?

What kind of car would you buy? Mine has two wheels, no doors, and lots of horsepower. Yours may be based too often how much payment you can afford. Trust God, He already paid the price, and wants to bless you. For me, it is Calvary Chapel, my church, where God leads me, of course. May your decisions bear much fruit, and may the joy of the Lord be your strength. And if I don't see you in church, I'll be in one somewhere. Hope you are too.

Who knows, maybe this whole fellowship thing will catch on-imagine Protestants, Catholics, and Jews all worshipping together, worshipping the Lord Jesus Christ! I believe it's called heaven, and the training period starts now. Sinners and bikers welcome. Recalls-Jesus pioneered them 2000 years ago. Now that's good news-the gospel. Wouldn't that be a lead in story at 10 o'clock?

love with compassion,

Mike

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the girl who watched Sky King

Growing up in the sixties, Saturday morning had a specialness to us kids that it doesn't today. For four great hours, we had shows like Crusader Rabbit, Fury, Andy's Gang, and my favorite-Sky King. Schuyler King, or Sky to his friends and niece and nephew, owner of the Sky King Ranch, lived in the west-far away from us in New Jersey. And was a true westerner, from his cowboy boots to his cowboy hat. But we never thought of him as a cowboy, because he had Jeeps, and drove mid-fifties Chrysler station wagons-like the ones the recent Chrysler cars are based on. But what put the "sky" in Sky King was he was also a pilot, and flew his own plane-the Songbird. Two different Songbirds were used, think of it as early Sky and later Sky. I liked the later one-the Cessna and flew it many hours in my imagination.

And Sky was a hero to us. He was always bailing his nephew Clipper, and his niece Penny out of trouble. And I always wondered, how could two nerdy, clean cut kids, ever manage to get into so much trouble? The bad kids must have been really bad. Or maybe they didn't have an uncle who flew. And with so much crime in such a non-populated area, it could make a major metropolitan area seem calm on a pay weekend. And when he wasn't busy rescuing them, he was catching spies who were building nuclear devices in Arizona, bank robbers who still said "stick 'em up," and stopping cattle rustlers. Which makes you wonder, who ran the ranch? Restricted to 24 hours a day, all this crime activity left very little time for ranching. But Sky King was committed to people, and was everybody's friend. Even the crooks at the end of the show, ended up respecting him. Nobody ever beat Sky King, and unlike Superman, he could handle kryptonite, too. Didn't have to change outfits,or keep his identity a secret. Everyone knew Sky-you might say that Sky was perfect, and that was his only flaw.

A friend of ours-we won't mention her name, loves Sky King, too. In fact, when I think of Sky, I think of her. She is always cooking for someone at church who is sick. She does camps for kids on weekends, and is very involved in women's ministry. She somehow finds time for her husband, and when they can, visit their house in Arizona-where we are welcome guests, whether they are there or not. And somehow, she finds time to visit and minister to the seniors in nursing homes. A true woman of God, much like a Sky King to us mortals. And I won't mention her name, because it would embarrass her. But she loves Sky King, and maybe he was an influence on her in her earlier life. She is my Sky King.

But today she chooses to serve a different Sky King-one who is not only king of the skies, but of the universe. His name is Jesus, and like Sky he helped the poor, fed the hungry, visited those in the hospital, and took in strangers. He even showed compassion on those in jail. But unlike Sky, He could also raise the dead, and heal the sick. He could give eternal life, as a gift if only you would accept it. He is a true King, in fact the King of Kings, and someday will return in the clouds to take us home. And from Sky King to King of Kings, this woman still follows a true hero.

True heroes are few and far between today. Tiger failed, as did Kobie. Kickers miss field goals, and home run hitters strike out. But Jesus never fails-how's that for a hero?

Sky King never failed his friends-and Jesus never fails us. So don't be afraid to call on Him in any situation. And if you happen to hear the sound of a small plane's engine, out of the clear, blue western sky-it just might be Sky King. And if you know the girl I'm speaking of, you'll know that she is eagerly awaiting the return of her true sky king. While helping strangers, going to Bible studies, visiting those sick, and ministering to her husband. And like Sky King, is always ready to help.

Waiting-the in-between of asking and receiving. Wait with Jesus-He is well worth it. And always on time. Just ask the girl who watched Sky King-she is waiting too.

love with compassion,

Mike

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close encounters of the third kind

I can't believe it was almost twenty years ago we took place in a focus group that Chrysler was sponsoring for a new car they were coming out with. We would look and sit in other competitor's cars, and comment, telling them what we liked or desired in a new car. And we got paid for it! It was mostly Japanese sedans, and in all cars the labels were cleverly covered with tape, hiding the brand of the manufacturer. And you noticed a funny thing, without labels, you couldn't tell a Nissan from a Toyota, or a Honda-they all looked the same, down to the color in the interior molding. Shapes of instrument clusters and seat patterns-they were all so similar you could not tell them apart! Without the power of advertising you could be looking at buying virtually the same car! I had never realized the importance of logos or corporate labels identifying a car before. And as a contrast, the two US branded cars were so unalike you could tell instantly who built them.

For comparison, a few weeks ago I pulled into Biggs Harley to get the new Thunder Press. They were having a special event, and were parking new bikes outside under the tents. When I pulled up on the new Triumph Thunderbird from the press fleet I was riding, they all looked up. Some nodded, some waved until I parked next to their Harleys and suddenly they realized I was on a non-HD. And their attitudes changed, suddenly the smiles and friendliness left their faces, and I felt like an outsider. And their faces changed expression again after I took off my helmet and they recognized me, then all was all right again, one guy even commenting what a good looking bike. But I thought, what if I was a potential customer, and greeted like that? Why would I shop there? A few years ago this was acceptable practice from some dealers-but now that this dealer's sales went from 80+ new bikes a month to 15, I was astonished they still took that attitude. And these guys know me, and know better! Again, a label on the tank made all the difference-this time the importance of not covering it up!

A few years back Dick invited three of us to talk to his high school group at his church. Four of us including Dick showed up, on our bikes, and we were to share for about 20 minutes to this high school group. But a funny thing happened, after twenty minutes, two of us hadn't shared yet. And the kids didn't want us to stop. And after we all shared, we took questions, and gave counsel, and then at around 10pm, they told us we had to leave, they were locking the church on this Wednesday night. So we took it out into the parking lot, and at around 1130pm, we finally broke up after praying. Four bikers, on three brands, from three towns and four different churches-the only common denominator being Jesus Christ. No labels to cover in case we upset someone with where we go to church. No labels covered so our different brands could interfere, and no age barriers-we were family in Christ, and reminded me that we should act like it.

On a night where none of us figured on being out that late-Willie still had a two hour ride back to Fountain Valley, we had church. Not organized, but in the spirit. We sang, prayed, counseled, listened, laughed, and loved with one another-almost three generations worth of Christians-men and women.

How is your label influencing your walk with Christ? Are you a Christian in Jesus, do you belong to a certain denomination, or are you bound by certain non-spiritual laws? Getting more Jesus but enjoying it less? Keep the main thing the main thing-Jesus. Be an example of Him inside and outside your church. Let nothing stand between you and Him. Nothing. And live in the spirit-and enjoy a freedom in Christ you never knew before.

Let your heart for Jesus be the only label anyone sees, and don't cover it up. Don't hide your light-let it shine!

Triumph riders need Jesus just like Harley riders, just like BMW riders-note they need Him more, just kidding. Stand out from the crowd by your love-the best and only witness Jesus asks for. Hey, if bikers can get along, what about the rest of you?

love with compassion,

Mike

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LOGOS-not logos

Cruising down the street the other day I passed a man with no designs on his shirt. And when I passed him by, he had none on the back either. And I'm thinking, what is this guy's problem, is he too cool for graphics? Who's sponsoring him? Or is he starting a new trend-a plain shirt with no graphics? Is that style or what?

Whether we want to admit it or not, the shirts we wear and what they say tell us a lot about ourselves. Just watch the next NASCAR winner, and as he thanks all his sponsors-Joe Blow Racing, Slimey Oil, Diet drink this or that, and always his mother, some guy in the background is busy handing him hats with the sponsors name on it for him to have on for the cameras. Years ago when I was involved with racing, the big sponsors didn't care if you won or lost. They were concerned about air time for their logo, and so if you crashed in turn one on lap one, but it was shown over and over-they were happier than if you had a podium finish. Extra points if it made crash of the week. And you thought it was racing-really it is just 200mph billboard.

And what you ride effects your attitudes also. On a cruiser, I can be Marlon Brando in the Wild One. Put me on my Scrambler and the Steve McQueen in me comes out. Or on a Daytona and I am Kenny Roberts, leading the pack at Daytona. Just don't put me on a dirt bike-I'll crash. So what we ride and what we wear really helps our image of who we are.

As Christians we are image conscious too. And some want to appear perfect, and some even pray that they want to be like the Lord. And it is a good thing that God doesn't take us at our word. For we really want to have a closer relationship, and gain some more of Jesus' attributes. Personally I don't want to be God. He has lousy hours, a poor customer base, and it is a full time job just being me. But Lucifer, or Satan, wanted to be like God. Read in Isaiah 14 the five I's, and you can see what can happen. He dared to be like God, to be equal to God, and even to be God. Where is he now? And just like some religions today tell you that you can be God, stay away from them-they are cultic and evil-Satanically based and not of God. And some fall into this trap, while others rush in, not realizing the cost to them.

Stay close to God, and he'll stay close to you. Good advice. And next time you feel like being God, or like Him, give me a call. I have some nine inch nails and a crown of thorns for you to try out. Makes walking on water seem like just another day at the beach.

Desire to grow in Jesus, and He will give you your hearts desire. No t-shirt or contingency plan is better than what awaits us in heaven. And today remember if it isn't in your heart, don't put it on your shirt. Today I am wearing a Triumph shirt, motorcycle that is. If you are what you wear, then I am a Triumph. But better yet, I am triumphant in Jesus. There is a difference. And I'd love to tell you about Jesus in my life.

Try that sometime. T-shirts for Jesus. And you wonder how to share your witness, when all the time it is on your shirt. Just make sure before you do it is in your heart.

Styles change, aren't you glad the gospel never does.

love with compassion,

Mike

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travel hints not found on the travel channel

It's that time of year again, that in between our few and far between rain storms we begin our trip planning. We love to tour on our motorcycles, but have an aversion to being tourists. So before we make plans, we study maps-one large print atlas on each floor of our house, plus one in the garage for emergencies-read biker and travel magazines, watch the travel channels, and reread local biker publications from previous years trips. And of course pray, as without God's leading, a vacation can just be another trip-and we want to be blessed!

And a key to vacations is vacating. The house can always go another year without paint, and the honey-do list is always there, get out and enjoy this beautiful land that God has given us. Daily routines can be so-routine. Break the habit, and trust God. And be blessed!

And since I don't like being a tourist, I read up on the areas we travel in. Impress your hosts, as you pronounce local roads and restaurants properly. Florida the state is pronounced different from Flor-ee-da Road in Durango. I have also found that certain trip advising web sites can be helpful, once you learn to figure them out. If a place is consistently rated poor, I stay away. But a clinker here and there, just shows the person had a rare bad time, and is taking it out on the business. You learn biker friendly can man bigger portions, and a place to park your bike. It can also mean higher prices, and a place the locals avoid-look for local plates in the parking lot before having a local food plate in front of you. Chain motels may have bargains, and join the club to accumulate points for free nights, but don't miss out on great mom and pop motels, character at a discount. Remember that historical hotels are great, but that the rooms are smaller, and amenities may be at a premium. Remember-it's historical, not necessarily luxurious. And you may have to walk upstairs instead of taking an elevator.

Don't ask the clerk where good food is. Don't. Ask them if you had to go out for the best meal in town, where would they go? The answer will vary, usually not the attached restaurant. An exception was the Comfort Suites in Green Bay with a great Italian restaurant in house. And in diners, we like to sit at the counter, and visit with the waitresses. Learn about the area, and take advantage of their knowledge. Also I avoid any chain diners. Dog food compared to real home cooked meals-especially breakfast. At the only diner in Iola, Wisconsin, I sat next to a farmer who had three platters in front of him. I didn't realize I had ordered what he had, basic eggs and pancakes, but real size portions, for real hard working men, and bikers. The locals were eyeing me carefully as I attempted to finish the food, and when I did got many smiles and a thumbs up from the farmer next to me, who hung around to see if this biker boy could finish a real meal. They didn't know I skipped lunch and dinner that day. And I always leave a generous tip, in case I go back I like to be remembered for my generosity rather than my eating capacity.

And as Christians, we are to remember we are just passing through-sojourners, just a tourist on earth. And some treat it like we are, but some don't get it. They don't spend time in the word, learning and developing a relationship with God, who is not only the perfect tour guide on earth, but prepares us for heaven, too. Remember He is infinite, but also infinitely local. We can avoid so many local problems if we know how to handle situations, and Jesus walks us through them. Maintenance in a relationship with God is better than having to ask forgiveness later. And when hanging with other Christians-locals, get to trade testimonies, and minister to each other. Think of it as a lifelong vacation, travelling with God, and watch as horizons get closer, dreams get bigger, and you grow with the God who created the universe. The best travel partner, and also the roads you are on take on a special meaning with Him.

Planning your trip can make or break a good time, but God will always be there for times when you don't. AAA can get you maps, but only God can give direction. Follow Him on your trip today, and as you anxiously anticipate tomorrow, remember He knows the road ahead today, too. And what may appear to be a detour, just may be the best ride of your life. Sit at the counter with God, and visit. Talk with Him as you ride, best place with no interruptions. Sleep in places where you can hear the trains, and also the frogs and crickets. Take roads you never took before-for that is the only way to go where you have never been before.

The blessings aren't always at the end of the road-the best ones are on it. Travel long and safely, in Jesus. We are strangers only once, after that friends.

love with compassion,

Mike

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on any Saturday

We celebrated our 32nd wedding anniversary this past weekend, thanks. Spending two nights at the Santa Paula Inn, we rode in beautiful weather, and toured as far north as Solvang in between. Breakfast at Logsdons, watching the planes land at the Santa Paula Airport reminded us of how Steve McQueen lived his last days there, and how the sound of the single engine planes was almost like music. And how as we stood by the runway, no cops or fences, we were at peace just watching. And of course, now I want to move there, again.

The Santa Paula Inn is an old hotel, built almost 100 years ago. Renovated within the last ten years, it is a bed and breakfast, very reasonably priced and you can walk to downtown-because you are downtown. Where you are transported back 50-60 years to a time before malls, when local merchants fought for your hard earned dollar. And eating dinner at the Mupu Grill-best steak in years, we noticed for a Saturday evening things were quiet. As in many other places, we figured it was the economy, and there is some truth in that. But as the sun went down, and it became around 630pm, something magical happened. The town came alive. In a small town where the rumor might be they roll up the sidewalks after dark, Santa Paula came alive. The stores had customers, the chairs in the bellezas, or beauty salons were full, and the sidewalks were alive with people. Like the old song, "They Only Come Out at Night," the town was alive. Kids on skateboards and bikes, and it felt like Saturday morning, instead of Saturday evening.

And to this culture it was. For Santa Paula is a farming community. Lemons, oranges, and other citrus form the economy here. Hard working folks, who after working all day Saturday, got paid, and were off to do their shopping. Sunday, their only day off was tomorrow, so tonight they were busy getting ready for it. And since it was Valentine's Day then, even the lowliest farm worker was carrying a bouquet for his sweetheart. A simpler lifestyle, but a harsher one. Hard work with little reward, but a greater appreciation of a day off.

We sometimes think that working hard is the key to success. And that evening I was reminded that these wage earners were restricted by the hours they can work, and no matter how hard they toiled, were limited to what they could earn. Years ago, I decided to work smart, instead working hard. And a funny thing happened, I got more done, enjoyed it more, and had more free time. And even though co-workers saw it, still didn't change to my way of thinking. Where they could only do 8 hours work in 8 hours, I could do 12-15, and was less tired, and made more money. Working smart is definitely better than working hard.

Our relationship with God is like that also. We don't live smart, but think we have to perform. More church time, more prayer, and just give me 15 more minutes to read my Bible each day and I'll be a better person. And if that doesn't work, well there are so many programs available, seminars, and retreats-I'll take advantage of them. But really they are taking advantage of you. It was not hard work that saved you, or makes a relationship with Jesus worthwhile. It is obedience, living smart. Walking by faith. Trusting God, and as you get to know Him, enjoying life more. Finally realizing God is not impressed with your hard work-He won't love you any less, or any more-He wants you spend time with Him. Living smart.

God calls it living in the spirit, not under the law. The same law Jesus fulfilled by His death on the cross. How grace is the best way, and that grace is a gift. And mercy comes with it. Trusting God is living smart. And the fruits begin to appear, or sometimes the chaff disappears-blows away. As you get closer to God, stress, envy, lust, and other sinful displays of your old nature disappear. Ever met anyone who worked harder and had less stress? But Jesus puts it simple-take my yoke for it is easy. Yes, you may struggle-amen to that. And everything will not go your way-but it will go God's, and when you go God's way you will prosper. And truly walking in the spirit you will begin to appear careless, when really you are carefree.

Did you ever realize Jesus never hurried? He was never late. He didn't faint from hunger and thirst after 40 days in the desert. Try that, when some of you can't make it until break time for your next Starbucks. Trust God!

Remember it is not the problem, but how you handle it that is the important part. And Sunday morning at the Santa Paula Inn we were reminded of that. Usually a very quiet inn, it was alive at breakfast, and our room was next to it. Finally when it became too loud, Theresa talked with Christine, the manager, who gave us the deluxe suite the next night-at no additional charge. She made a smart decision, and we will be coming back because of it.

Start your day today by making the first decision your smartest-trust God. He knows your steps for the day, and has already planned a way for you to be blessed. Live smart, pray smart, listen smart, love smart. And follow Jesus-now that's smart. Blessed is what God calls it-because it is!

love with compassion,

Mike

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unequally yoked

Why is it that when a girl goes out with her girlfriend, we understand who she means, yet if a man goes out with his boyfriend we think he is gay? And maybe you can explain why men have mistresses, but women have lovers, when it is the same sexual experience for both. Or maybe it is more than sex...

Years ago Triumph ran an ad that gave some insight into why we do things, but possibly raised more questions than it answered. It depicted a very pretty women, blond like Bo Derek, wistfully watching as a man was looking at his motorcycle, with his helmet in hand. It showed a moment of intimacy between the bike and the man, and the look on Bo's face said as much as her words. "I wish he looked at me that way..." and we wonder what is the problem with this guy-Bo Derek or a motorcycle? Give her a helmet and take her with you. And after reading how great the new Triumphs are, her final line is "if only she was another woman, at least I could compete..." And we soon realize that all is not fair in love and war-or motorcycles.

And it doesn't have to be motorcycles that causes men to have affairs, or women lovers. Watching a history of Harley Davidson on TV they told how the early Davidson brothers were 7/24 workaholics, and even on Christmas, the wives were content if their husbands were home by 830-pm, not am! And certain things have always captivated men's hearts and souls-some are devoted to sports, working out, or an organization. They devote themselves to it 24/7, and live and breathe it, unaware that not everyone shares their warped devotion, and finding fault with those that don't. A narrow, selfish mind, that believes they are right, and the rest of us are wrong-we just don't measure up unless we do it like they say, by their rules, and within their organization. The Greeks have a saying, fish start to stink at the head, and they never get a whiff of the stink they leave behind. Praising its leaders, and never questioning them-that would be so unloving.

And when this obsession comes between you and God, sin enters. Soon you follow the organization's corporate line, and disregard church, the club becoming your new place to worship. And when your church misses you, you find them not worthy, and nosy and pushy. And that you know better, they are all misled-somehow you missed all the rhetoric and found your social salvation in this ministry. Now not all club affiliation is bad, until it gets between you and God. Until it is your new gospel, and you start making excuses.

Not all affairs are sexual, many things can come between two people in a relationship. A mistress is not necessarily a woman, but something even more dangerous. I have watched over the years as a man so devoted to his ministry, has found fault with all others, and those who go on to better things. And when he marries, his wife unknowingly has to fight with this inanimate mistress. He doesn't get it, and she has no say. Oh, she can join in and accompany him, but it is all about the ministry, or organization. We celebrate anniversaries and birthdays at their events, and it is always ministry first, her second. And like the Triumph girl said, " if only it was a woman so I could compete." A relationship never fully developed between man and wife, because she never had a chance. He chooses a mistress, when all she wants to be is his lover, and loved.

And so it is with God, too. He's God, and not a competitor. He never loses, but we do when we make bad choices. And we don't realize how they effect others, because we are so narrowly focused on anything but God. We try to adapt God to our life, rather than adapting to Him. And He wishes we would look to Him like we look to our mistress-a spiritual mistress bringing sadness, instead of Him bringing joy. Some finally do, but it is the broken lives that they leave behind that didn't have to happen-organizations, motorcycles, and the world make poor substitutes for a relationship with God. Yet we wallow in the excuses we make for not choosing Him, or worse yet think we have, deluded by the world's interference in our lives.

I can see another ad, with the same girl riding up on her own Triumph with her husband. Both enjoying life, and full of joy. All smiles, as she doesn't have to compete-and her husband looks at her in admiration-and she looks back the same way. And in the distance, the other guy looks back and says, "if only she had looked at me that way...if only she could have looked past her selfish desires..." He still doesn't get it.

Choose Jesus today, and never look back. Look at Him first, then you find you enjoy your riding more. Make Him first in your marriage, putting your wife above everything but Him-remember she is your first ministry, and watch as you two minister together in a life full of love, guided by God instead of some club's rules. The freedom to grow together, and depend on God, instead of some organization and its rules. Experience true freedom in Jesus, and remember the reason men and women stray is that they don't get it at home. Put love first in your marriage, then all other things. No mistresses, female or other. No lovers, but your own husband or wife. Minister together in love, independent on each other. You cannot legislate love-why are you still trying?

love with compassion,

Mike

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may I take your order?

Driving home from Orange County the other day in the truck with Andrew-it was raining, I wanted a burger since we had had no lunch. Seeing a McDonalds I ran in. And saw the Value Menu. For the same price as a burger, I could get a double cheese burger. And two small fries were bigger and cost less than a large. And the drinks on special were 44oz. for 79 cents, much better deal than the regular 16oz. for $1.29. So my budget conscious-cheap-mind went for the specials, actually saved me money-but I still didn't have the burger I went in for.

And while waiting in line to order, noted by the menu I could have had a hamburger, an Angus burger, a quarter pounder, fish sandwich, McRib, or three types of chicken-with or without cheese! These people are McNuts. "Yes we have them too for our cones-but they're extra. Unless you order the value meal...." AHHHH!

And it is no better at any other fast food joint. Did you know you can get a chicken sandwich on a baguette at Burger King? Chili, salads, and baked potatoes at Wendy's? Carl's has salads, $6 burgers, and chicken or fish sandwiches. And they call these burger places? Add chicken nuggets-we learned long ago not to ask which part of the chicken is a nugget, and I'm confused. And I feel for the young high schoolers working the counter. Or the bi-lingual, who when asked if they spoke any foreign language wrote English. And you have to order your food three times to get it right, all the time the volume of your voice getting higher-as if they understand yelling better than a calm voice, which you had when you went in for a burger and got conned into making so many choices!

My wife wanted a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate, so we went to DQ. Between the Blizzards, Mr. Misty, Dilly Bars, various Buster parfaits and sundaes, they had one line for cones. When I asked the high school girl for a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate, she looked at me and then the menu. Not seeing it, she asked another employee. Who said they only come in dipped vanilla. So I told her, just use chocolate instead of vanilla, it's ok. And she looked again at her fellow employee and asked "is that OK?" Maybe it is rocket science after.

My friend Eddie used to work at Fred's Deli. We used to order a roast beef on a hard roll with lettuce, tomato, and mayo-for 75 cents. Extra meat at no extra charge if Fred had gone home. Simple order, simple sandwich. Now you get choice of breads, and I still can't figure out what a baguette is, but it sounds like a f------, and I think I may have insulted a guy taking my sandwich order the other day when ordering a baguette, because he may have been a f---. All I wanted was some roast beef on a hard roll! Help!

When traveling we encounter so many different types of churches-there are Freewill Baptist, Baptist, Southern Baptist, and I even saw one in Mississippi called the Burnt Out Missionary Baptist Church-yeah, I bet they draw them in. But between Catholics, Roman or Jesuit, Episcopalians-my friend calls them Catholic light, Presbyterians-check my spelling, and so many other denominations-I'm confused. And I have to ask what they believe. And just because they have the name of Jesus, or Christ in their name doesn't mean He is the same one as in the Bible.

The gospel of Jesus Christ was never meant to be like that, for the gospel is simple. You are a sinner by birth, you need a saviour, and his name is Jesus. Believe in your heart that He is the son of God, repent, and you're saved. That's it. Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart. In less time than you can order lunch at Burger King, you can find salvation in Jesus Christ. Remember that next time you try to share Jesus with someone at lunch.

Next-I'll have salvation in Jesus Christ. Supersized? You mean He comes in anything less?

Can I get a chocolate dipped cone with that? And it's to go-get me out of here!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the shadow knows

My old friend, and fellow Christian brother, ex-professional hit man, Larry Peoples told me once, that among hit men and others in organized crime, there was an unwritten rule-you never messed with a man of God because something bad would happen to you. And after killing 28 for profit, and 8 for revenge before he got saved, I would take it on good authority he knows of what he speaks. Sadly, those in the world don't have the benefits of his wisdom in this area. For the third time in my life, I have been handed a seemingly adverse decision, based on lies, rumors, gossip, and hate. But God in His infinite wisdom, as He did in the other two instances, has turned it to joy. I had a man start rumors about me once where I worked, he accused me of the things I had caught him doing. It was only after I went on to far better things in my life, did I get word that the owner of the company realized he had made a mistake, and was sorry for it-as this other person cost him not only money, but reputation as well. There is a price to pay for believing a lie.

Paul writes that our lives are an endurance race, not a sprint-and if you know me you can tell I wouldn't make much of a sprinter, I tell people I am built for speed-slow! And in an endurance race, you must overcome obstacles, and persevere, realizing that as important as a day is, when you look at it in an overall life, it isn't quite as dramatic. And I learned from off road racing that going fast is not the best way to win-but going less slow, and getting the most out of each section that it has to offer.

And as a long distance touring rider, I also get a perspective into this. It takes more than a soft bottom and smooth bike to ride long distances-it takes a heart to persevere. A lot of long distance riding is mental-and if you want to skew your chances of enjoying it, you ride with someone who doesn't have the heart you do to do it. Works in ministry, too. That is why you follow God, and not an organization or a philosophy. Be true to the calling, the vision God gave you, and He will fulfill it. He completes all good works., rescuing you from the box that other well meaning people put you in. For you can only ride as fast as the slowest rider. And you don't lead from the rear-but from the front. And speed doesn't always kill, but it can cause suffering. And God knows this, as do many long term Christians-they have endured the battles, and the controversies, and continue to live for God-understanding that it is the destination that we are looking forward to, and not making the ride our main focus.

And that is why so many of us follow the course God has laid out for us, and not someone else's trip plans. Admitted there are times of loneliness, and wondering where God is-the loneliness of the long distance rider is a good analogy to a seasoned saint, for growing in God takes trust-faith the Bible calls it, and the best definition I ever heard for faith was trusting God when there is no evidence of Him.

If you know the course you are on is of God, stick with it. Do not let other well meaning people deter you from it. Keep your eyes on the cross-not at the situation. And keep trusting God.

And keep an eye on your shadow. If it is in back of you, then you are facing God. But if there is no shadow, you are in the center of His light, living in the spirit, and there is no shadow at all. Riding, living in His spirit. Realizing that you may be on the right road, but not following the right direction. Seek God today, and watch as your a bad situation, at least for now-brings out the best for you in the long run.

God knows what's best! Do you trust Him? Follow Him, staying in the light. Oh, and those who seek to rob you of your joy- remember God protects His kids.

Satan accuses, God builds up. Enjoy the ride-I encourage you heartily-in Christ Jesus, of course.

love with compassion,

Mike

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life at the line of scrimmage

Congratulations-we all made it through another Super Bowl Commercial Extravaganza, which this year fortunately kept getting interrupted by a great football game. As a Christian, don't you love it when Saints win? And I enjoyed the game, because I didn't watch any hoopla the week before, you know all the false predictions from old players struggling to put words together to form a sentence, and inside info on the woman who walks the dog of the coach's neighbor who used to know his wife in high school-important stuff like that. But on NFL channel, while surfing I watched Super Bowl 3, and was more impressed to watch Joe Namath than ever before-and his team.

Unlike today, where all plays are called from the booth, by a coach, Joe called his in the huddle. But I bet you didn't know he changed 50-80% of them at the line of scrimmage. After reading the defense, he would change the play to meet the situation. And with a great deal of success. But it took communication and trust from the other ten guys on the field with him. And because of this, they grew together as a team. I wonder how many lineman seeing the same thing Joe did, smiled in their helmet as he changed the play at the line of scrimmage, knowing just what to do and why. How many receivers after telling Joe in the huddle, when they show that formation, I can get a step on him on a slant pattern. And Joe filed it away, and then called the play-and as a team they put it into motion. Not always with success, for their competitor was equally as strong-it came down to execution-and who wanted to win more. But trust for their play caller, and from him too.

As I watch today, I wonder why do so many teams continue to run off left tackle, when they lose yards each time? Don't they get it? And I am amazed at how many of us approach God the same way. Same church, same service, same songs, and the same boring message. No wonder your mind wanders, and soon your body, and you quit church. God has a plan for your life-and doesn't reveal the whole thing at once. If He did, you wouldn't follow it anyway, because the road will have many bumps in it-life 101. And you would exit at the before the next bump, not realizing the exit has worse dangers in it. But His daily bread, that He gives you fresh each day, keeps you in the huddle-church-and in contact with Him. Then as you go about your day-approaching the line of scrimmage-and situations change, He allows the flexibility in His spirit, to change, not your walk, but to adapt to what is in front of you. To stay in communication with Him by listening-funny how we expect Him to listen to our prayers, but fail to listen to His replies. And as we adapt ourselves to the situation, we find the play called in the huddle may not have worked, but the audible did-so we listen more.

And we find ourselves trusting Him more, and also knowing His character-so when a similar situation comes up, we know how He wants us to react, and we do because of our relationship with Him.

But there are three key ingredients to each play called in the huddle. Mercy-God will not give us what we deserve based on what we have done-a good thing. Grace-He will give us what we don't deserve-a good thing also. But in all things He shows us love-not because of who we are, or what we have done-but because of who He is, and what Jesus has done.

Start your day in the huddle every morning-it's called prayer. Listen for that audible voice, that just like Joe's could be heard through the crowd, and his teammates knew-God's voice comes through loud and clear despite your surroundings when you know it. And He tells us as He is the great shepherd, and we are His sheep, we will hear His voice. And stay in the playbook-the Bible!

Jesus Christ-son of God-on three-ready break! Remember we are all just one play away from victory-heaven!

love with compassion,

Mike

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at the end of your rope

Rats, informants, snitches, finks-many names that describe a person who you trusted but ratted you out.
And always for personal gain, and sometimes creating a lie to cover for their iniquities. The number one fink that ever was is Judas Iscariot, treasurer, disciple, and accuser of Jesus Christ. A man, who for 30 pieces of silver, sold out our Lord, an innocent man, and ended up hanging himself from a tree, the branch broke and his guts spilled out. A perfect ending for a man who spilled his guts about an innocent man.

Growing up my friend Ricky used to always say something like "what did your mom do when she found out you were doing..." in front of her, knowing full well she didn't know. But my mother was cool, and never said anything, not wishing to fall into the trap, or take me with her. And sadly today, 40 years later, the Rickys of the world still exist, causing trouble within clubs, families, and even trying to get between friends.

Proverbs tells us, paraphrased, that a story told sounds true until the other side of the tale is told. Good advice, in fact out judicial system is built on it. And lately, I for one am glad. For you see, not everyone who comes in the name of the Lord, is of God. Colors, church attendance, knowing officers in a club do not get you out of your lies. Soon, for some reason not soon enough, they get found out. But after they have done damage, and moved on to another group of people. The sad thing is we see them coming, but for some reason think we can change them, when it is only God who can change a heart, and all changes in actions start from there.

But sadder still are those who continue their gossip, for that is what it is, and continue the trail of hurt and destruction. Sadly, protected by well meaning, but wrong men, who rather keep peace, than expunge the one causing turmoil. Wise is the man who realizes that a little leaven-the Bible uses this term for sin-soon goes through the whole loaf. If only they had the integrity, guts, or even love to stop these people in their tracks before they spread their cancer, but often in the name of getting along with each other don't. Mistaking unity by thinking it is agreeing with each other, when in truth it is agreeing with God. Perpetuating lies, but never vindicating the innocent one who has been injured by the slander.

God uses these events to prove what our character is made of, and sometimes to move us out of bad situations. It is called love, and when tested, we need to respond in love. Realizing that the same Jesus that died for me, died for my aggressor. The same Jesus that could have rescued Judas, but he was too proud to ask. Don't you be-ask forgiveness now-it feels pretty good, and gives us an unjaundiced perspective than sin can't. And for those of you who persecute those walking with God, that same forgiveness is for you.
Bask in God's mercy and grace today.

Don Corleone, set an example for us to be wise as serpents, when he stated "it was Barzini all along." May we have his insight, but better yet the love of Christ. Someday He will judge the sinner, I choose forgiveness-I hope you do to. And to those who have wronged me, I hope God changes your heart, too. The phone rings both ways. God changes finks,too.

love with compassion,

Mike

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coming of age-at the cross-roads

When telling stories, we often include dates, but fail to explain how old we were when the event happened. Reading Eric Clapton's autobiography, I found this very fascinating. Between 1963 and 1969, he played with the Yardbirds, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, Cream, Blind Faith, and Delaney and Bonnie and Friends. Quite a list of famous groups within seven years, more than the average musician could hope for in his lifetime. But what fascinated me, he was 18 years old in 1963, and a whopping 24 when the decade ended. At an age where most men had still not quite figured out what to do with their lives, Clapton had lived a full career. His peer group included the Beatles, Rolling Stones, and anybody who was anyone in the British rock invasion. And it was time to evaluate my memories again, but from a different perspective. Not to the sixties, but to when I was his age.

When we tell stories from the past, we always envision storyteller to look like he does now, travelling in a world that looks like now-and nothing can be further from the truth. By the time I was 21, in 1975, I had driven in 31 states, 18 on my motorcycle. At age 20, I had moved with my friend Bill from New Jersey to Florida, in January on our motorcycles-him on his 1972 CB750, me on my R60/5 BMW. Compare that to today's BMW and Honda, you will see how much bikes have changed. See the weather in NJ over the weekend-we rode in it! And as I travelled, I developed a peer group unlike the one I left behind. If you have never taken a long trip, you do not know of what I speak of when I tell of southern hospitality, or freezing cold in Biloxi, on the gulf coast. How Florida can take as long as Texas to navigate, or how you somehow go from home fries to grits travelling south of the Mason Dixon Line. And then try to see it through the eyes of a 21 year old, and you realize if you have done these things, you were much older, or much younger-seeing them through your parents eyes or as a parent yourself. Probably through a windshield, hopefully not one on a bike. And I found the peer group I talked with, ones who ride and tour, was where I felt most comfortable. Yeah, I can cruise 20 miles to eat at 45 mph-boring. I can ride a fast sportbike at 130 mph-scary, and I can ride dirt bikes-OUCH! But where I am at home is on the road. And the more I ride, the more passionate I get about the places I have yet to see, and more excited about places I've been. And realize, that to most other riders, I am not part of their peer group. They don't get it. To them, I'm just some old sucker who has spent too many miles in the saddle. But to you young guys, I did this when I was your age. To the older, I still am doing it. But the peer group, as I ride more, gets smaller. And I find life is like that also. Age doesn't have to describe a peer group. Relationships do.

We all know that Jesus was about 33 when he was crucified. And at age 12, when his parents couldn't find him, he was in the temple. And I know strong Christians who can relate to Jesus at age 12-I was 21 when I got saved, and others who waited until they were older, and their testimony starts in their 60's, not in the 60's. And it seems the more we walk with Him, the more intimate we get with Him, and a passion develops-like Clapton's for guitar, and mine for the road, and our peer groups shrink. Church was, well church, now we ask God where to go, as our passion is fueled for more Jesus. We don't want opinion, we want truth! We seek out Bible studies, and actually read the word more-because we can and we want to. But our peer group shrinks, which can seem cruel to those who get left behind as your relationship with Christ grows. And in some ways, you cannot even talk to them, because the depth of your relationship with Jesus is far deeper than they could understand-there just aren't words for it. If you have never seen a New Mexico sunset, there are no words to describe the colors. So they criticize and sometimes think you are weird, and maybe you are-but they are missing out-they are missing a passion that can be fed nowhere else. Although I am passionate about riding-I am more passionate about Jesus. And I find that I get comments like, "he's too opinionated, or narrow minded." And they are wrong-in their ignorance they confuse fact for opinion, and miss the fact the a relationship takes time to develop-you just don't walk into one. Don't tell me about a 500 mile day until you have ridden one-for 24 days straight! Don't expect to be in 30 days where it has taken me 34 years! And so as I find my peer group shrinking, I find myself closer to God. The flow chart gets smaller as you get to the top. Stop and think about your peer group-how does it reflect where you are in Jesus? You might find out why your growth has been stunted or why you are still growing. It's all about Jesus-keep it that way.

A sad note about Eric Clapton-throughout all his successes, and even graffiti declaring "Clapton is God!" he never enjoyed a fulfillment in his music-he had not been able to play what he wanted-or desired deep in his heart. And I find that although it took me another 32 years to ride in all 48 contiguous states, once I had done it, without Jesus something would have been missing. And I find that without the passion for Him guiding my life, it is empty. You see 500 mile days, back roads, great food, and good friends are a good thing, blessings-but nothing can compare to knowing Jesus. He fulfills dreams I didn't know I had, and with people who I can be myself in Christ with-and grow in His grace while enjoying my life. It wasn't the groups Clapton played with that made him famous-it was his playing. He made them famous. And it wasn't the bikes I rode on in 48 states that made me an experienced touring rider-it was the road I was on. And if you are not on the same road as Jesus, or travelling alone-don't expect to fulfill that passion. And if you ever get to a peer group of one-just you and Jesus-let me know-I have only about a 1000 questions to ask you-during rest stops while riding, of course. That is the ultimate road trip to me.

Clapton's initial successes laid groundwork for a long and successful, still growing career-for me there are more roads to ride. And Jesus-that's why He gives us eternity, so we can get to know Him fully.

It's not the years, or even the years old. It's all about Jesus. Who has no peer, but invites you into his group anyway. I invite you to meet him today.

And if you want to tour on your motorcycle, give me a call. Let's talk. About Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the truth not found in advertising

Be careful how you study history, and what you learn from it. It can be the ride of your life, or you may find yourself hitching a ride. Example one is from back in the 80's, when #2 Yamaha came out at their national sales meeting and declared they would pass Honda as #1. They had the plan, the dealers, and they thought the product-look out Honda, you're going down! They only neglected one area-the fact that Honda didn't get to be #1 by being stupid-and their stupid statements only infuriated Honda. Who flooded dealers with new bikes, priced them $100's of dollars cheaper for a comparable model-this is when a 750 cost $2899, and if you were at $3499, that was big bucks. Still is. And they almost put Yamaha out of business, the result being Yamaha had warehouses of new bikes, and so did there dealers for the next 3-4 years. Which they had to heavily discount to move. The nicest people you met on a Honda obviously didn't work for them, as their sales actually went up, in a down market. Like Rodney Dangerfield said in Back to School-"look out for #1, and don't step in any #2." Good advice.

Back in the 80's, Pepsi started a campaign called the Pepsi Challenge, a blind taste test to see which cola had the preferred taste. In stores everywhere, they had these little booths set up, and because of Coke's power in the markets, they were able to set up displays within eyesight of the test, with a discounted product. And it seems there was more loyalty to price than taste, for one. The other was, that there was no advantage in test results, except Pepsi's purchases of Coke went up. But an interesting thing happened-every time that Pepsi did a challenge, both Pepsi and Coke's sales went up! With Coke benefitting from all the money and time Pepsi put into its challenge. And as a Coke employee, we used to tell people, "if there wasn't a champion, there wouldn't be a challenger." Being #1 is still the best position to market from. Just ask Avis-they tried harder, too.

And as I watch Toyota shut down their plant, and shutter their dealers in a hope to rectify faults they knew about for years, but didn't address, this was the year they were going to pass General Motors as #1 car manufacturer in the world. A word of warning-be careful of your words, you may eat, or in Pepsi's situation, drink them later. If you think it is hard to get there, wait until you find it is harder to stay there.

Today many things are out there vying for your soul. The lust of the eyes-can you please explain to me girls, what do you think makes you attractive in a shirt that is too small, jeans that don't fit, and underwear showing out of it? With that kind of bait, is it any wonder what you will catch? Perhaps if you dressed and acted like lady more men would treat you like one.
The lust of the flesh also eats into us-no modesty, but when you have no value-if you believe you come from mud and slime, you tend to act like it Ms. Evolutionist, and watch as the price you pay for your sexual freedom results in 40% of newborns married to single moms-a job I wouldn't wish on anyone, along with the parents, grandparents, and welfare roles that end up raising the child. So you can go out and have more-not learning from your first indiscretion. And of course the lust of the world-gotta make money, gotta buy a big house and have all the trendy cars and bikes-and as they sit and rust as all your time is spent earning, but no time to enjoy.

If only you had taken the time to listen to that pastor, Sunday school teacher, or Christian friend at work. You see, there is a challenger, who wants to destroy you, and at all costs. The devil is real, but a created being, who fell from heaven when he tried to be equal with God. Don't make the same mistake today. For the champion, Jesus Christ, is here to represent you. And no falling from grace, as we all do, keeps Him from loving us. As opposed to Satan-whose name in Greek is Appolyon, or the destroyer. There is a price to be paid to be #1, and Jesus paid it on the cross. And He continues to wish to cover your bill for sin today, but first you must let Him. No marketing plans, no discounts, no taste tests, and no false promises. No funny slogans either. Just the truth, can you handle the truth? We all have seen what happens when a lie handles us?

Prophecy tells us that soon Jesus will call all of his saints out of this world-the Bible refers to it as the rapture. No 2012 movie, no extinct civilization's calendar, no Nostradamus flawed predictions, or best selling novel can stop it. And as Christians, we look forward to it. You see God's plan for us is to keep us #1 in His heart, and His plan is for us to take the message to others so they may not be left behind.

The challenge is great, but the champion has already been determined. Where you spend eternity is up to you. Accept no substitute, Jesus Christ is the real thing. You meet the nicest when you serve Him, and you don't have to try harder. Oh, what a feeling! Jesus Christ is it! God knew all this long ago-now you do, too. And your choice is....

love with compassion,

Mike

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when bikers and christians meet

Think of a biker, and what image comes into your head? Think of a Christian and what do you see? But how about a Christian biker? Have trouble with that one? Me, too. Mainly because over the years, I have met so many different ones, that they are hard to stereotype. I have a friend who will ride 275 miles to have lunch with his brother, then ride back home in time for dinner. And I also have a friend who rides 20,000 miles a year, yet when he went on vacation flew, and rented a bike for the day-missing out on all the beauty in between, his high mileage all from local commutes. I know guys who are brand loyal, and others who are brand specific-riding whatever they want, not buying into a lifestyle that a certain brand represents. I know a friend who thought his Harley was smooth, until he rode my triple-now knows why his hands get numb, and he makes a lot of pit stops-they vibrate! I like the expression as cars pass my wife, and see she's a girl. Can't they see her license plate frame, "get over it, girls ride too!"

I know women who ride better than their husbands, and I know men who shouldn't be riding. Why do they buy a motorcycle that will do 140 mph, then never exceed 50? Or what about those whose radio has more power than the bike it is on? And prove it every chance they get! At least they can't see us laugh at them in our full face helmets, or hear us giggle over the noise. I find the better skilled riders on sport bikes, who have to use all their skills to ride a bike to its 180 mph potential, while others who never go over 50-can't hear their radios, make fun of them. And only use their rear brake-yeah, they know how to ride. I ride with people in group rides who would never venture out alone-only staying in a group, and never enjoying trying new roads, and only eating at chains like Denny's. Whose trip plans are made by exit numbers, not street names. But despite all our differences-we have one thing in common-the love of motorcycles! Many reasons we each ride, but all enjoying the freedom of the ride-just some pulling a trailer with a windshield to block the wind. And I don't mean their car! There is a freedom in riding found nowhere else.

And through CMA, I get to know many of them, and also visit many churches. And this really makes us a hybrid group. I know those steeped in legalism who are always reminding me of the laws to live by-and not enjoying the freedom they can enjoy in the spirit. I have seen men who make a six figure income direct traffic, while watch a janitor take a leadership role. I have listened to men quote Oprah, instead of the Bible-and follow her gospel because they don't want to hurt anyone's feeling. I have seen women lead their husbands, and not follow God's advice and wonder why their marriage suffers. I know Lutheran pastors who love the Lord, and even invite bikers, with their bikes into the chapel. I see pastors who encourage their members to minister, and get out from inside the church, and share Jesus-while others devise a plan just to get them in. I have visited a church where I was told I was unteachable because of the heretical teaching it taught-and became their enemy when I asked them "show where this is in the Bible..." But so many other brothers and sisters just show love in all situations-as Jesus says, and avoid doctrinal dissention, denominational heresies, and man made ideals to follow Christ. For the common denominator for the all Christians is Jesus Christ. Christians, a name first used to mock Jesus' followers, but a name we wear in love for the one who died and rose again, giving us eternal life if we believe.

Jesus and motorcycles-it don't get much better! A peer group that I don't have to explain either one. And that I can do with my wife, making it all the better-Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles! Don't be like the t-shirt that says "If you ask to ask, you wouldn't understand." Ask-the Bible says you don't have because you don't. And it promises nowhere that you will understand. But it does promise a peace that surpasses understanding. Maybe that is why I cannot describe why as a Christian I ride, and enjoy life so much. But try this. Psalm 37 promises us the desires of our heart. And when you make God that desire, well there is another instance I can't explain-for words would only cheapen that relationship. I have that peace in Jesus Christ-who I have made the desire of my heart, and who allows me the freedom to ride-only surpassed by the freedom of the spirit-made manifest in a life led by Him.

Or as we say in CMA-Riding for the Son. We don't have to, we get to. Now that's freedom!

love with compassion,

Mike

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standing on the corner watching as the cars go by

You gotta love LA. Or at least the things you see in the city of angels. While standing at the corner of 9th and Figueroa last week, after stuffing myself at the Pantry, at the red light was a new Bentley convertible. And right behind him an old 1960 silver Falcon. And both cars stood out among the midst of nameless sedans of Japanese origin, with the old Falcon getting most of the comments. And my first thought was only in LA would an old compact car get more attention than a $300,000 Bentley. And as I pondered this, it made me think of what triggers our memory responses-it's the input.

And yesterday while Stu and I were riding back from Mickey's, me on a 2010 Thunderbird, and him on his 1982 Wing, we passed an old Honda 750, with a black Windjammer-odd to me as I had seen very few black ones, white was the standard. The bike looked pretty original, except for the recovered seat, and the box on back, and it activated the memory file, again. I don't claim to understand, but have better insight as to why the Falcon was more interesting, but not necessarily more appealing. I can relate to it. Many in the biking community know Theresa and I as the Triumph people-in a sea of Harleys, we ride Triumphs. And almost every old biker owned one once, and comes up and tells us the stories of how they leaked oil, couldn't be driven at night because of lousy electrics, left me stranded, but I really loved that bike and wish I had never sold it. It may have been the transportation you had in college, or the bike you took your wife on for your first date, and as important as the bike was, it is the memory file it opens when they see our Bonnevilles that they remember. It is all about the memories. And the bike is just the vehicle to get you there.

And most of us came from a Falcon world-that was reality, the Bentley was in our dreams, a dream we knew we would never attain unless an unknown rich uncle died and left us a million dollars. It was fantasy land, and as much as we liked to visit, old sedans were our true initial calling. That was reality. And I love the facades that some people hide their memories behind. "I had a two tone 750 also," they claim, and even though you know Honda never made one, when you see the picture, they really did-rust and primer, two colors! And on Torches one year, the guy who led us on some great roads in Pennsylvania, had a two tone custom seat-black electrical tape, and silver duct tape. Two tone, and custom-just not like anything in the Corbin catalog. Seems we all dream of the red convertible, but live in a sedan world. The only border being reality, but not letting it interfere without dreams. Beauty in the eye of the beholder, a translation no wordsmith can define.

Religion can be like this too. We dream of a God who loves us as we are, but are left with a religion full of people as full of faults as we are, just they seem to remind us more of our faults than we do of theirs. Why is that? Jesus came to rescue us from religion, and the laws that only show us our sin, not God's grace. A relationship free from religion. Imagine the Pharisees, and the memories they would have to share-keeping themselves so holy and righteous in their 1000's of laws, and think of the bondage they lived in. "Hey Bill, remember the time you forgot to wash that pear when you were hungry-thought I forgot ,huh?" Now think of the memories of Jesus-do the words "go and sin no more" mean anything to you? Or do you just remember church as a place that you were told what to do, and tried to avoid on Sunday mornings, the prettiest morning of the week, when you could be riding, but were forced into the most dreadful two hours of the week? And sadly, when many are invited to church, this is how they remember it. It doesn't have to be that way-and for many it isn't!

Memories of Jesus-"do this in remembrance of me," He says in reference to communion. But what is our communion based on? What do you remember about Jesus? I find the things I remember force me to be more thankful, and find my asking turns to thankfulness. Like my computer, I cannot get out of it what was not put in it-and Jesus in a life is so fulfilling. So many memories that a religion cannot fulfill. It's personal, and like the red convertible, I strive to want Him more, but somehow He keeps me content in my sedan world. And maybe that is why the old Falcon got so many looks, we can associate with it, we remember it. It is familiar. The Bentley, well-there are no memory files to fall back on, at least not yet. And if you stop, look, and listen-you may realize that He is building precious memories in you even today. That someday will reflect doing this in memory of Him. You see, I like communion, but I remember Jesus everyday. I don't need the elements to remember Him, He is my life, so why would I not remember Him daily in all I do? Spending time with Him in my thoughts and prayers. Sharing Him with others, and sometimes using words-trying to live my life in remembrance of Him. Because I want to.

Just some old cars in LA? Some memories of old Hondas? Yes, but more. For Los Angeles is the city of angels, lest we forget. Don't forget about the city of angels in heaven, and the person who is the way there. And who on the way builds precious memories to share with others. His name is Jesus, remember Him? If not, why not let today be the start of a new life, and new memories with Him? Let's pray.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com