MMD-still looking for the cure

The symptoms have been there for years, and in the past 24 months have risen to the surface for all to see. I have been informally diagnosed with MMD, a contagious, emotional and potentially physical affliction. It is not life threatening, but will affect every aspect of your life, and your family's. It shows no age or sexual preference, but is more proficient in men. And unless you are familiar with MMD, you know there is no cure, and only one treatment. MMD, in case you don't know, is Multiple Motorcycle Disorder. And with eight motorcycles currently in my garage, it is time to admit I have it and deal with it.

It started quite innocently, having owned over 34 motorcycles since getting my license in 1971. And only in the recent years has it begun to take me over. With bikes ranging from 1978 to 2008, it spans many years and riding models. And add into the mix riding NEW motorcycles for Triumph, about 10 each year, to any other mortal this would be life threatening, but to me and our household, it is business as usual. MMD doesn't dominate our life, but is definitely a strong influence. And a sure symptom, is when you sell a bike and wish you hadn't. And wish you could have it again, and the journey begins. And in the back of your mind you know that there is another just waiting to break your heart, and maybe your wallet. Like the song Officer Krupke, in West Side Story, "hey, I've got a social disease..." and I'm loving it!

But as many motorcycles try to dominate my life, I have found the Surf City chorus, "two girls for every boy.." to not fit into my life. I always believed that I would meet a girl, fall in love, and that would be it. And like Dick says, "divorce is not an option!." And Theresa has satisfied that desire for over 32 years. And she is also beginning to show the affects of MMD. In times when we had no food, and somehow could buy another bike, she stuck with me. And has gone from "you don't need another bike," to "we don't have the money or room," to "how are you going to fit them all in the garage-with my car?" And since having her own bike, she now is within the contagious area of catching MMD herself. At this point, garage space, and finances are keeping it in check. But we've overcome both those obstacles before. But the real blessing is one wife, for one life, and I am blessed it is Theresa. One girl for this boy, just can't say the same about motorcycles.

And in spite of one wife and many motorcycles, there has only been one desire, and one constant in my life since 1975-Jesus Christ. No matter how many, or what, or when-He has stayed with me, and been consistently faithful. No matter the brand-He still loves me. No matter the garage size-He still cares. And no matter how many Happy Meals we couldn't Super Size due to MMD, He still loves me-as I am, even in this semi-fallen condition. And I find that as long as I let nothing come between us-motorcycles, families, work, ministry, or anything else, He blesses me more than I can handle. It is called grace, and it does away with all laws except for the law of love. And truly, in my heart I want nothing to get between us.

The proper ratios in life are one God, one wife, and many motorcycles. I tell people all the time that Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles-it just don't get any better! And I believe that with all my heart. And we can do them all together!

So get saved, get a believing wife, and get a motorcycle. Pray, love, and live together. And ride together, too. Heaven awaits, but the blessings start here and now!

By the way, does anyone know of a four car garage, with a bed and bath? Maybe room for my big screen? Call! I got the urge again, I hear there is this CB750 that needs a home...and is for sale-cheap! Can't put the Mustang on the street. Hmmmm....

MMD-you've been warned!

love with compassion,

Mike

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despite a little help...from my friends

The sign I have seen hanging in old repair shops still makes me laugh, and when I managed small auto repair shops wish I could have charged what it claimed. So I did. It reads as follows:

$40/hour labor

$50 if you worked on it first

$60 if you stay and watch

$70 if you help.

I like the $40 customers the best. Let us diagnose, let us repair, and then let us call you when it is done. Fair wage for a fair job. Quicker-faster-cheaper-and fixed the first time. Such a deal. The $50 customer is really the bargain. Just not to the shop. He is the one who took it apart, threw all the parts in a box, after throwing away some that he deemed useless, and then tried to install the wrong part-generally forcing it on and breaking something else. The old saying, don't force it, get a bigger hammer applies here. Remember those electrical parts that are non-returnable-this guy is why. Often heard after asking what happened, "it came that way." Either marking him a liar-true, or a bigger fool for spending money on something that was obviously broken. Never his fault-but you can be sure it can be yours.

Then there is the old retired, usually Navy vet, who insists upon staying and talking to you all day. From complaining about how things were better in his day, he ruins yours. Things cost too much, are too complicated, and remember he is on a fixed income. Like who isn't? And with his help, inane questions, and ability to give his opinion on everything, and anything-the repair takes twice as long. But you can't charge him for it-hoping he never returns will be enough compensation. Again a bargain for the customer, when you consider the child care you must provide while he hangs around. Sometimes even a thank you card from his wife comes a few days later, as she needed a break too.

But the ones who are the most annoying, are the combination of all three. The guy who takes it apart, breaking parts, losing screws, and then throwing the special order part in the trash by accident, and doesn't want to wait while you reorder it-at a higher price. He has no other plans than to bother you today, so he will hang around, commenting, and even trying to help-just not you. His "here, let me help" interference has caused the job to take twice as long, cost twice as much, and kept the mechanics from fixing other cars. And experience will tell the shop owner to bid high-one to cover yourself, two to cover him helping, and three-maybe the high bid will run him off. Note-pick #3! Note, note-on warranty work, which the dealer must take in-we were always 15 weeks out in appointments for you guys. For emergencies.

God has made us all individuals-and I am thankful. Mostly. But because we are human, we also tend to operate off a price list. Some of us just trust God, we go to church, pray, do Bible studies, and live our lives with Him at the center. We have learned that if God guides, He provides, and He knows best. And generally doesn't need our help-and not our advice! He's never asked me, has He ever asked you?

Most people fall into the group that after all avenues are exhausted, then pray. God is their last resort, and only part of their lives when they cannot do it themselves, or are out of money. They bring warped scripture, questionable theology, and it's an all about me lifestyle to the church. Yet somehow know the answer to everyone else's problem, while trying to recover from fixing their own. And wonder why you never return your call. They are the ones who research everything, and find any legalistic reason to satisfy themselves. Beware! You will never be right, or just not as right as them.

I have watched a similar group who always has a question for the pastor. Usually some existential theory, they can't keep tot themselves. So they ask, but never like his answer, so argue. Some wayward book they have read knows more than the Bible. While the pastor has others he needs to see, they take up his time, clock watchers they are called, and can waste anybody's time but their own-your time is theirs. They didn't come to ask anyway, just to argue. And their inability to listen, and rattle on, make them an unwelcome addition to any ministry-yet they continually show up-uninvited! But never identify themselves in this group-only people like them. And generally can't stand people like themselves-the cause is the solution here.

The last group not only has all the endearing characteristics of the former groups, but will undue all good work when given the opportunity. I have watched as after spending time with a couple, the pastor's advice was taken and they are recovering from their problems. Until Mr. Says all, Knows Nothing shows up, and helps. And with his witless insight, and insensitive attitude is able to undo any good that was done. And goes on to help others-leaving a trail of broken lives in his path. Never looking back-for his job is done. And they never got a chance to thank him. Humble, too.

Jesus listens. Then comments. And if we are part of this conversation, not just talking, we will grow when we take His advice. But Godly advice only works when taken. And costs less, and is always more effective. His advice is simple-seek Him first, then all things will be added. A dialog, not a monologue, and you get to know Him better, and your life gets better. Good advice, from the top. No opinions, just the facts. Not good enough?

Well, I know this church down the road-in fact I have referred many people like you to it. And, they need you. We'll miss you, but we'll get by. And no, don't thank me-your absence will be enough thanks. Tell them I sent you.

And may the peace of Christ that surpasses all understanding be ours.

love with compassion,

Mike

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life should be simple, just like me

I watched as the woman stepped onto the running board and slid her leg over the rear seat. She then swung the armrest back behind her, and then plugged in her headphones. Looking at her husband, he then slid his backrest in place, stood on his running board, and slid his leg over the seat. He then proceeded to plug in his headphones, and adjust his windshield. He then started the bike, pushed various buttons to select the CD he wanted to listen to, put on his gloves, and pushed another button lowering his bike to the ground, off of the electric center stand. With music blaring, they ride off onto the freeway, immediately getting into the fast lane, setting the cruise control at the posted speed limit, and watching as cars, trucks, and other riders go whizzing by at 15mph faster, all casting demeaning looks at them, as they cruise down the freeway, totally oblivious to anyone or anything except themselves. The only interruptions are the words they have using their communicators. And they call this motorcycling!

Getting ready to leave on an extended trip, people ask which bike I am taking. When I tell them the Tiger, they invariably ask "is it comfortable?" To which I told a guy the other day, who should know better, "No, but it's only 10,000 miles of trip, I'll get used to it. Why would I want to be comfortable?"

And he acknowledged by a nodding of his head, he understood. I guess the fact that his old Sportster doesn't vibrate-tell that to anyone who ever rode on, and since the addition of a Mustang seat doesn't-now that's a miracle-maybe his nodding head is just a screw loose from too many miles on his two wheeled blender.

Recently I had friends in BA-Moto ride 1000 miles in 24 hours on their Scramblers-no windshield, floorboards, or so called luxury items. They rode, and my hat, 'er helmet is off to them. They understand the truer essence of riding. And I can associate with them, I don't like doing windshields either, although my touring bike, a 2006 Tiger, the old style, has a small one. Keeps wind off the shoulders down. And as I surveyed the bikes in my garage, none of them have a windshield, running boards, radios, armrests, cruise controls, or communication devices. Most unlike my wife's car parked next to them. Motorcycles, as they were designed, they even have handlebars, and not the popular one size fits all that many makes now have instead of the old tubular handlebar. Which means I can replace them if they don't fit. And yes, the Tiger has a Corbin seat, how could such a fine bike have such a horrible seat from the factory? And hard bags for touring. That's it.

But is it comfortable? Try long travel, soft suspension. While your touring bike feels all the freeway expansion joints, I float over them. It weighs less than 600 lbs. fully loaded, gets 45-50mpg, is smoother than a Gold Wing-counterbalanced triple is the way to go, and I've ridden as much as 276 miles on its 6.3 gallon tank. But is it comfortable? Four years, 55,000+ miles and 42 states-ride one and you be the judge. But how do you communicate with your wife?

By phone when she can't go, through hand signs and body language when she does. Makes the conversation when we stop more valuable. And we can take more roads, getting off the freeways, and seeing America-believe it or not the US of A is more than a freeway exit! Note to you homegrown So Cal types.

What you ride doesn't make you a tourer, just as going to church doesn't make you a pew-although you may stink one up. It takes a relationship, sorry Miles, with your ride and the road, and over time when you think you have seen it all, you realize how much you have missed. And find knowing Jesus is like that. The more I get to know Him, the more I realize I don't know. And just like new roads take me places on different bikes, and I see the beauty, and smell the air, in a different way each time I ride. And it takes bad roads, bad weather, and sometimes bad riding partners to fully appreciate what I have. And how far I have come.

God allows bad times-sorry any time you have something not go your way, don't blame the devil. God allows tests/circumstances to come into your life, so you can build a relationship in that area with Him. If you were never sick, you would miss out on the great physician. If hungry, the story of feeding 5000 would be just that. If needing help, it would be just a fable, instead of a testimony. Brotherhood, yes we bikers have that, but nothing compared with the Koininia fellowship with God and other Christians. And sadly, if no one ever betrayed a trust with you, you would not have the insight into Jesus himself being betrayed. And just like more miles bring more experience and joy, more time with Jesus brings more joy-read Psalm 1! And what a great place to spend with Him-while riding! He is more than a Sunday morning hour to endure, Jesus loves the open road-remember that is where He spent most of His time. Hmmmm? And loves eating-note to bikers, and is the best tour guide, period.

What does He ride? Whatever He wants, and He has ridden them all, in all situations. Make Him your riding partner today. On any bike, on any road, with any riding group, He makes the ride more fun, and worthwhile. And like life-the simpler you keep it, the more time you have to enjoy it.

Break out of the mold and follow Jesus. You may find that simple is much better, and the time spent more precious. And that riding a motorcycle is much better than taking the car-with its windshields, armrests, radio, CD system, and cruise control. More personal, I believe is what they say-both in riding and with the son of God. Enjoy both today-you will be glad you did.

love with compassion,

Mike

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he's still the real thing!

One of the simple rules to have at your advantage during negotiation is to be be the lustee, rather than the luster. To have something that someone will pay well above its value, is better than being the one paying the price. And every once in a while, the opportunity comes along to do just that. Once was when working for Coca Cola, a box of incentives, aka prizes for a contest came in. One for each salesman, so no one would feel like a loser, and the winner getting first choice. Jack, the sales manager opened the box and when he saw a golf umbrella made it known he wanted it, but couldn't have it due to not being part of the contest. But jokingly mentioned he would trade anything for it. And he wasn't joking! So doing the proper thing, after winning the contest, I chose it.

Now golf to me has only one purpose, to keep people off the roads and driving a golf ball rather than their car on weekends-when we are riding. I can find no other reason for it, and question any sport where your score is based on a handicap. Mental or physical. So I chose the golf umbrella, partly for the cheese 'em off factor, Jack knew I hated golf, and he hated me, and also because he had this Coke racing jacket I wanted-as did many others. White with red cuffs, a black and white racing stripe and a patch stating "it's the real thing-Coke!" every place he wore it people commented. And the fact he had the only one I'd ever seen, and treasured it, just made it more valuable to me.

I waited him out, and when finally he made some offers-"not interested, hee-hee-hee," he wanted to know what it would take. The jacket-that's it, nothing else-so don't offer. And I had him. Just like the monkey who puts his hand in the cocoanut, and finds the hole too small to get both his hand and the prize out-I had him! And he knew it.

Agreement struck-and to make it worse, I left the umbrella home over the weekend, more cheese 'em off factor as he had been planning to play golf and show it off-rain or shine. So Monday the trade was made, and 25 years later the jacket still hangs in my closet. A double victory-and a lesson to all who negotiate. And I still won't play golf!

Imagine if you would, a group of soldiers, arguing over someone's clothes. For some reason, they were desirable to them, and they ended up choosing lots over them. Nothing special about them, no logos or anything, and add to the fact they were stained with blood from their owner sweating blood in the garden. And then additionally being worn after he was scourged. Stained with sweat, and blood, why would this garment have any significance or value? And add to that the owner was being crucified, they didn't even wait for him to be dead before they started bidding on it. True the owner had been a public figure, even had an audience before the governor, Pilate. And even though innocent, the crowd still yelled "crucify him!" and so they did. But why were his death clothes so valuable when he wasn't even dead yet? And it wasn't until He was dead the centurion acknowledged who he was, but by then the clothes had a new owner.

And when the new owner got them home, what did his wife say? "I'm not cleaning that mess, get that robe outta here." Just dirty laundry to her. Did keeping them original add to their value? When the new owner found out who the old owner was, did he attempt to sell them on e-bay, or negotiate with God, to get into heaven, and further profit? Why would someone be more interested in a man's clothes than the man himself? Did his colors make him, or did he make his colors?

2000 years later, the question remains unanswered. And people still choose the things God has created, instead of the creator, God himself. For the clothes you see belonged to none other than Jesus Christ. So many see Jesus as a nice man, teacher, or profit. But the Son of God, no way. And choose the creation, when they can have the creator-and eternal life that goes with Him. You see, clothes cannot buy righteousness, or make you righteous, and God looks on your heart, not on the exterior like we do. To us clothes make the man, but to Jesus, He made the clothes. But the soldiers got ripped off, only the centurion recognized who he was, and got the real prize. Look around your life, is it filled with things-or does it reflect the things of Christ? Only when Jesus is in your heart and life, will you bear fruit. Don't wait for a deal on e-bay-get the real thing today-Jesus.

Twenty five years ago I won a jacket in a negotiation. But 35 years ago I took Jesus into my heart. Only one brought life. And only one is truly the real thing. Choose the things which are not seen-eternal, and forego the things which are seen-temporal. Jesus Christ-no matter what the outfit fits all. And in the only style that never loses it-and is yours without any negotiations. Such a deal He has for you!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the warning

Across from the train station, just south of the railroad tracks, in Santa Paula, is a monument of two motorcyclists, in honor of a heroic feat they performed one night. In the early morning of March 13, 1928, the St. Francis Dam gave way and started its path of destruction to the Pacific Ocean. Without the benefit of on the spot reporters, CNN, or video cams, the water leaving the dam was over 10-stories tall, without warning, and when the night operator, Louise Gipe, got the message, she didn't know when the 100 foot wall of water would be hitting Santa Paula, or what would happen. These telephone operators, known as Hello Girls, stayed at their posts warning neighbors in the valley, not knowing when the waters from the dam, located five miles northeast of Santa Clarita and rushing to Ventura would hit. But wisely one of the first calls she made was to Thornton Edwards, a motor officer. You see phones were still a luxury item, and who would warn those in the low areas without one. And from approximately 130am, until 305am , when the water hit Santa Paula,two men rode warning others, and becoming heroes.

So Officer Edwards jumped on his Indian 4 rode through the lowlands. This was the area that would be covered in the flood and destroyed. Going to every third house, he warned them, and had them warn their neighbors then get out! He also enlisted Stanley Baker, another motor cop on his Harley. Together these two brave motor cops woke neighbors, and had them assist in warning others, all risking their lives that night, in the dark, not knowing when the waters would rush over them. Waters which would sweep 54 miles, waking and warning neighbors to get to higher ground.
And despite their efforts, hundreds, at least 450, still died, and many others lost everything. But if not for these brave riders, warning others and enlisting them to help, it would have been total destruction. True heroes, who in midst of turmoil and chaos, risked their lives to save others. And this monument, called the Warning, represents their heroism-in fact it stands as an honor to all who helped their neighbors that night. And it is only fitting a statue of the two bikers should represent the heroism of that night.

Heroes are usually not prepared for the challenges they rise too. Something in the human heart takes a normal person, and when the situation presents itself, heroism bursts forth into flame and lives are saved. And afterwards, just go back to being the normal person they were before. But they leave an indelible mark for those to follow.

Jesus tells us that greater love has no man than to lay down his life for his friends. And by doing so, for us sinners, displayed the ultimate heroism-love, displayed at the cross. But yet, how many of us describe him as a hero? How many hear His call, His warning of salvation, and respond to it? How many just think it is about religion, and you know how religious people can be. I'm sure that night that some just went through the night sleeping, ignoring the policemen's warning, there is no dam broke. And it could never reach us anyway. That's two hours away from us. Let's just say the truth was overwhelming.

Jesus still offers the same salvation today as 2000 years ago. The same simple message, but how many will let Him be their hero? How many will ignore that biker who shares a tract? Who stops when they are stuck on the side of the road? How would you respond if a tattooed, long haired, biker stopped to help you? Maybe it all depends upon the size of the deluge pouring down on you.

People can drown in inches of water-they don't need a flood. Don't wait until it is too late. Like the motor cops, the warning is there, the way out is available-how you react is up to you. After the flood, they listed the names of the dead and missing. In heaven it's different, they list the names of those alive. Someday you will make a list-choose Jesus and get your name in the book of life. Let Him be your hero, and then be a hero to others. While the world worships all that is new and shiny-take time to worship Him who is eternal.

Jesus rode with those cops that night, and the scripture came alive in them. Who you ride with makes a difference. All based on one heroic act, 2000 years ago, at the cross.

Get your motor running....met out on the highway..looking for adventure... and whatever comes our way...

love with compassion,

Mike

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Danny Dunn and the out of nothing created universe

When I was in fourth grade I got introduced to the Danny Dunn book series. Danny was the all American boy-much like Beaver, and lived with his mom, his dad was killed in the war, and Professor Bullfinch who they took in as a boarder. Professor Bullfinch was like the absent minded professor, whose lab was on the property, and he was always inventing new, but unmarketable things-which Danny would find a use for, usually getting in some innocent trouble. In Danny Dunn and the Anti-Gravity Paint, he actually got some of it on his shoes, and walks on ceilings, but finally gets into trouble when he stows away on the spaceship that the professor builds to go to outer space, and goes into outer space. All this without government intervention or permits-or a budget either. Just like your neighborhood when you were growing up, right?

Well its seems that there was a teacher's edition, with notes, and since my grandmother taught fifth grade, I stumbled across it one day at her house. And read it, giving a whole new meaning to the story. I knew the whys and wherefores, and when Mrs. Vanderbilt asked us about the story, I knew all the answers. And she knew something was up. Now Mrs. V was like Ralphie's mean teacher on A Christmas Story, she even looked like her, and where I felt I should be rewarded for initiative, she called it cheating. In a world where she was trying to get kids to read, this old sourpuss punished me for reading-more! I wish the professor had come up with an anti-Mrs. Vanderbilt paint, I would have bought five gallons. She was a big woman. Just loan me Ralphie's rifle-I'd have shot her eye out!

Recently I read a story about a best selling book. Except after its release it was found the printer forgot to include the epilog. Which when revealed to the public, caused book sales to soar as it was collectible now, and when the author was asked about it, commented, "if it's not there, how would they know it is missing?" What was the big deal? So they printed another version with it and book sales soared again. Take that Mrs. Vanderbilt!

Unfortunately in real life there are no Professor Bullfinchs and his inventions. But there are Mrs. Vanderbilts. We get reality, which can be too tough for most people on a daily basis. So we turn to God, and find Him there, willing and able to help us, and be our friend-in time of need, and all the time. But sometimes we have trouble reading His Bible-why is it that it took until the New Testament to get all the easy names? Anyway, He promises us if we read it, that the message in it will not return void. In today speak, it will change your life if you apply it. But you have to read it first. And like the teacher's edition of Danny Dunn, there are study Bibles out there that give background and insight to the events.
For example, when the women ran to the tomb, and found it empty, the stone rolled away, in Greek it means the stone was literally picked up and thrown! No doubt that no man could do that! Particularly one who had been crucified, after being beaten,and then a spear stuck in his side to prove he was dead. Just some simple notes, giving insight to a well known event. Proving God to be God. Another example is "in the beginning, God created..." the fourth word in the Bible-God. And in Hebrew is plural, stating up front and before creation that God has always existed, and showing Him as the Trinity! And the created-means out of nothing, forget about the big bang, or other goofy theories. God was there, and it is in His book. And with the help of a good study Bible, brings it all into a clearer perspective. And after studying it, we can deal with those who haven't read it, but know so much about it. In love, of course.

So don't be like Mrs. Vanderbilt, and chastise ones who read their Bible-even when not in church. It's OK to skip to the end of the book-note-we win!, and to use a concordance. But nothing beats knowing the author-the one who the inspired the 66 books, written by 40 men chosen by God to write down His words. That author-God. His son-Jesus. And the Holy spirit-the giver of truth. The three mentioned in Genesis. Be a Danny Dunn today and be curious-inquire of God and let Him change your life. And as far as anti-gravity paint, didn't Peter walk on the water? Didn't Jesus pass through a wall? And soon, won't He call His church home in the rapture?

Danny Dunn-good reading, but there is this other book, Daniel....

Good reading-from beginning to end-no epilog needed-and still a best seller!

love with compassion,

Mike

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there comes a time

As a service manager with Mercedes Benz, we were always on the lookout for qualified technicians. And as the machines got more complex, so did the repairs. Experienced-read old school mechanics just didn't have the training, so we fell back on their Elite school for new techs. Here they had been schooled in all the latest developments, and got hands on experience with the Mercedes Benz automobile. And as part of their enrollment, a placement program was part of the deal. So at the end of each class, we would interview many young men in hopes of finding one that had what it takes. And we learned it was a manager beware market.

We had two hires that are memorable-only for the fact that auto repairs wasn't and isn't their calling. The first was a guy named Willie. Top 10% of his class, knew how to use the latest computer diagnostics, and came with a great recommendation from the teachers. So after interviewing him, decided to give him a chance, and a probationary period was agreed too. Learning experience one was when he showed up with only basic tools, and had to borrow them-not acceptable in the business. The second problem highlighted itself in that for even a simple brake pad replacement, he had to get out the books to research the procedure of how to do it. A simple pad replacement took over an hour-when he got it right. Even a slow tech took 25 minutes. And then it got worse, and one day when they called to check on him, I had to tell them the truth-he stunk! And when I got off the phone, and talked with him, he was a really nice guy, it came to me that his skin color got him through school. Willie was black, and in a trade where there aren't many black techs, they pushed him through. They thought they were doing him a favor. He had the book knowledge, and was a great guy, but later when I confronted the school about it, they admitted they made an exception for him-that he didn't really have what it takes. Which became evident when he had an $80,000 S class fall off his lift. They had done him no favor-in fact their reverse prejudice had done him a great injustice-he thought he was good, and had the grades and diploma to prove it-but when came time to prove it-couldn't, and didn't. I hope he learned quick and got into something else.

Another hire was a young guy named Hans. He was German and even looked like a European tech, complete with old style lab coat. Again the high praise from the school, so we hired him-even the owner said he reminded him of himself as a young man. And still recovering from the Willie debacle, we started him easy. And found his knowledge was exceptional, and for a few days we bragged how smart he was. Then we decided to put him to work. And it became evident he knew the names and parts, just not where they were. His shiny tools should have given it away, but it didn't. And when jokingly asked him, "have you ever worked on a car before?" answered "NO." He had never even done exercises in class, just all book knowledge. And in all future interviews a key question was asked up front, "tell me about your work experience and the hardest problem you solved."

It is possible in your Christian life that you are like to the two guys mentioned above. You may have sat in church, memorized verses, know all the kings, and been in Bible study for years. But never had the chance for true righteousness to be part of your life-as you never had a chance to show what you learned. You never got out and ministered. You may have even taught, but never had the chance to experience God first hand in a crisis-where you had to fall back on Him and not just His word. Where if He didn't intercede, you would fail. and it may even be a life or death situation. Even sadder is you may have encountered them, and passed the situation onto someone else-more qualified was your excuse, when God wanted you to be the one to minister in that situation. Or the ultimate disappointment-you know all about Jesus, but have never given your life to Him-you don't know Him personally.

Jimi Hendrix asked a generation 40 years ago, "have you ever been experienced?" Can you say the next line in the song, "well I have..." Do you know the things of God, but never been blessed by experiencing the righteousness that God gives when you follow Him? Ask Him today, and He will show you. But it takes trust, for we don't know what today will be like. But He does, so seek Him First. Know the reality of Jesus Christ by walking with Him. Only by using what you have learned and leaning on Him will you get to know him intimately, and find the true righteousness that is found in obedience. Seek Him and you will find, that unlike Willie and Hans, Jesus is not a career choice but a life choice. And we never stop learning, when we never stop yearning. He's one person I can highly recommend, and welcome in my shop of life anytime.

love with compassion,

Mike

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you couldn't fool Toto

The book of Proverbs tells us "do not be deceived, bad company corrupts good morals." Good advice, not only because it is Godly, but because it is true. And there is a great amount of deception out there today, and God warns us that even the elect can be drawn into it, if not careful. Some lies are subtle, some are pretty blatant, but all lead to one thing-destruction. And this is one sin that definitely isn't isolated. I was at a dinner recently when a man was telling a pastor how a friend of his had a vision of heaven. And how he was going to put it out on DVD for others to see, and he would get one for this pastor. And the pastor thought it was a good idea. And as I stood in shock, and embarrassment, I thought "here goes another spirit of antichrist, getting our eyes off of Jesus and onto anything else." Perhaps the scripture about heaven, "eye has not seen, ear has not heard, or the mind imagined the things of Heaven," doesn't apply to book tours and DVD sales. Or talk shows or Oprah, or cults either.

I was with a national ministry for 34 years until they started taking paths, unknowingly, against scripture. When men within the group started quoting Oprah, denying the Bible, and admitting heretical, cultic practices into the ministry, it was time to leave. And when pointed out these non-Biblical activities, I was branded the outlaw. Unity in the ministry is more important than unity in the spirit. Think our way, don't make waves-and what was once a ministry, is now a weakened social club-too blind to see the error of following lies. And wondering what went wrong? Sadly, proving scripture correct-bad company, those who follow man instead of God, ruin good morals, and relationships. And it is at all levels, and not just this ministry. A state leader told me once "don't ever say anything wrong about TV evangelists, I got saved by one." Funny, I thought Jesus Christ saves. Be wary, lest ye fall. Sadly, this couples life reflects the evangelist-I wish it didn't. No matter how much you believe a lie, it is still a lie. And just because you don't believe the truth doesn't make it not true.

Jesus came to separate the sheep-Christians, from the goats-the unsaved. It is just that simple, and any philosophy that preaches we all get along is calling God a liar. Cue in music-Kum Bu-a. He warns us not to fellowship with any such non-believer, don't even let them in your house, or bid them Godspeed. That little leaven, watch out, it is soon all through the loaf.

You see when Dorothy told Toto "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Toto knew it too. And despite meeting and making friends, she longed for home-much like Christians long for heaven. You see courage only made the lion stronger until he met a situation bigger than him. The scarecrow was only smart until he met some one smarter. And the tin man, didn't realize, yet , the fallacy of trusting your emotions. In each case, something that appeared good, was veiled in sin-letting something else substitute for a relationship with God.

Faith wallowing today? Abram believed the Lord, and God credited to him as righteousness. No acts, no monies, no TV evangelists, or club rules. Abram believed God because He is trustworthy, and knew He would see Him through. And it wasn't Abram's act that made him righteous. It was God, and the relationship he had with Him. He figured that God's adequacy would be enough to see him through-it wasn't about his faith-but God's love. His grace. His mercy. Funny-terms you never find in any other religions, or philosophies. And if they are mentioned, they are all about you. And your feelings. Try this truth. God is love. He is a noun, a verb, an adjective, and an adverb. He is infinite, and omniscient. He is smarter than Oprah, and on more channels. He is the way, the truth , and the light. His book is a best seller, and He never had a book tour. And He won't be found on DVD, as like heaven, no man has seen Him. It takes faith, not much, He does all the work. Look to God, not the situation. Imagine if Abram had looked to Sodom? And not trusted God?

So beware, like Dorothy, for she would never be happy until she was home. And we won't be either. Toto knew. Let nothing-from club rules to bike brands, to false teachings get between you and Christ. Find the truth in God's word. He doesn't change based on opinion polls-we are to change based on the truth, to be found like Him. Like Abram was found. So be counted with the sheep-who know the master's voice. Be counted like Abram, and be found righteous, because you know a righteous God. Test the spirits, and be careful of those whose gospel is not the one written in the Bible.

Sounds like ain't good enough. Looks like, don't work. Following visions? They are to follow you, if you are a Christian and believe. Seek the truth-it will set you free!

Take time to see where God is in your life today. Take your spiritual temperature. It may not be what you think it is. Seek God! Have I made you my enemy by telling you the truth?

love with compassion,

Mike

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only when empty are we full

If you grew up in the sixties, you remember the nightly news, and the opening lines were always how many dead or wounded that day in the latest fighting in Viet Nam. And if the numbers were high, we were all terrified, but if only light casualties, the newscaster told us it was a good day. Unless you were counted in that days casualties, then your perspective was different. And did you ever notice that on weekdays the numbers were always higher, lower on weekends, reinforcing how governments around the world choreograph wars, while soldiers still carry out the battles-but mostly on weekdays when the politicians are at work, never on a weekend when they were off.

The Iran Hostage Crisis, day too many, greeted us in the late seventies, until the day of Ronald Reagan taking the presidential oath, and trying to upstage him, downstage Carter, or realize that in Ronnie they would face a real foe, released the hostages. But we all can remember the opening lines. Today is----, day --- of the hostage crisis. And for 444 days, where after two weeks the news story is usually played out, the drama continued, an eternity in broadcasting, that was how the broadcasts were opened. And it was even longer for the hostages. Being held hostage by Iranians, and us by the news. Both prisoners-only we could change the channel. A solution not offered by the Iranians.

Today is day 49 of the oil spill disaster in the gulf. And as more beaches, eco structures, and lives are disrupted by the spill, politicians and oil companies alike are still looking for the answer. And of course, who to blame. Taking advice from an old Iacocca adage, "never put two number twos together to form a number one," we see the Obama administration now on the scene, and what physical damage is done, will only be exacerbated by the political implications. And as the oil continues to leak, does anybody really care about the leak? How about the men who lost their lives and their families? What does day 50, or 51, or 444 bring our way? And as we continue looking to man, to solve his own problems, we are reminded of the better way-in any situation.

God reminds us to look to the cross. The cross at Calvary. Where on that Friday afternoon, Jesus was crucified, for our sins. How many times I hear in hospitals, "the doctors have done all they can, we need to pray. " When the correct first aid would have been to pray immediately, why wait? So, how many of us look to the cross when problems arise? And how soon? And if we do, what do we see? Do we see Jesus on the cross, as depicted in so many crucifixes worn around the neck, or do we see an empty cross? Your answer may surprise you.
The answer makes the difference, as if you see Him on the cross, His work isn't finished. But if it is empty, historically accurate, then "It is finished, " just like He said, and He will handle the situation-but you must let Him. But if the cross is empty, then where is He?

Look in the tomb. If His body is there, then He is not resurrected, and you pleas/prayers may be in vain. But if it empty, which it is, then He has defeated death, and is resurrected! And you will be too, without your problems-they will be left behind. But you won't be! And He is ready to handle any situation you bring Him! Friends betray you-He knows about betrayal. Hungry, naked, without a place to stay, or sick? He has been there, and knows the way out-there again, you must seek Him first! Which raises the question, if the tomb is empty, where is Jesus?

The Bible tells us in heaven, seated at the right hand of God. The most favorable seat. And unlike Jewish priests, who couldn't sit, because their work was never done, His work is complete. He sits, and is waiting for you to call on Him right now!

What you do in a given situation, will either guarantee success, or failure. Or a prolonged agony that could have been dealt with long ago. Jobless? What day are you in? When will you look to the cross? Marriage a wreck. What do you see when you look there? Finances gone. If the tomb is empty, you are on the right path. But don't stop there-look up-set your sights on things on high. Look to Jesus-the answer for any and all situations. Follow Him-He is the way through, not around the situation. He is the way out. Far out, huh?

Simply put-look to God, and not at your surroundings. Look to Jesus, and not your situation. Joy is not the absence of suffering, but the presence of God! Unlike politicians, He works weekends. And unlike broadcast news, He doesn't report it, he makes it! And has some headlines awaiting your situation, so call on Him! Why wait-do things get better without Him?

Day one-I needed work, after losing my job, and Jesus gave me the desire of my heart, Matthew 25 Biker Ministry. Not anything I would have thought up myself, but for last 28 months a joy and a blessing, despite the headlines. And He continues to meet my needs-Grace, and take me through daily situations-mercy. In ways I never knew possible. Man plans, and God laughs. Isn't it about time you began to smile and laugh again, without being laughed at? You won't find joy in the news, politicians, or man's answers in crisis. Joy is only found in Jesus Christ-at the cross.

Your problem may seem big, but He is bigger. You or problem may seem too close-He is closer. None to small, or too big. Every problem you bring Him is like Goldilocks' bed. Just right, and you can rest in Him. Get a good day's rest, into night. With the Lord. And He doesn't need your help-or advice! Call on Him now!

love with compassion,

Mike

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long live the man who lets his right wrist do the talking

In 2006 Triumph came out with their Scrambler. A replica of the 1956 TR6C, it has high pipes, knobby tires, and looks much like the bike Steve McQueen rode in the 1964 ISDT. And I had to have one. Besides the high pipes, and cool character-hey Steve rode one, I had their off road pipes installed, making it the first Triumph I owned that could be as loud as a Harley-without putting baseball cards in the spokes. Its exhaust note definitely had an attitude, so I set out to find one. But in the mean time, times were good, and Mickey and I discussed building a bobber, much like the Mission Impossible bike he had in his shop-he handles Triumph's press fleet. So one Saturday Andrew and I head off in the truck to Orange County Triumph, to buy a Bonneville which will be bobbed. And the plan is going good until we get there. Where we are greeted by Todd, the general manager. And he is all excited.

"Mike, this guy here is trading in this Scrambler-only has 1202 miles on it, just serviced. Here is what we offer him in trade, see if you can get it from him for the same or less. I know how bad you want one." And I talked with the man, and we did get it, for the trade in price, and he bought a new Tiger, just like mine from them. But it cost Todd a new bike sale to us, but he rather see us happy, and riding what we wanted. And that was how we did business. A relationship based more on a long term, than just buying another bike. In fact, when we bought our Tiger, Todd told Nathan, "see what we have in it." When Nathan told him the invoice price, Todd said "that's Mike's price." And over the years we built relationships- bought 12 bikes from them in 14 years, and we became friends, comparing best food notes, getting to know each other's families, and not minding driving 72 miles to do business. Family is how they described us, and we knew all the guys, and knew them well. We were able to minister to them, have them at our Christmas party, and were there for them when they needed it. All in all, a great relationship, one that any biker riding any brand would dream of.

But this weekend it is over. Sadly, it has been for a while. Lousy business practices, greedy owners, and the economy sunk the dealership. When Todd left, and the owner's son took over, he ran off all us old timers, the ones who showed up on Saturdays for free lunches. Who bought special order parts without deposits, who called ahead and were always fit in for service, without an appointment. We were the ones who didn't quibble over price, and supported them with our business and friendship, being their key source of advertising, selling more bikes than any ad could ever sell for them. But with the new manager, we all left. And in fact, we were scowled at when we did show up, all he saw was a discount to us, not the thousands we spent on our bikes-that went to another shop. and even down to the end, with their going out of business sale-advertised at 20% off, and 80% this weekend, ran off sales when guys were told to come back tomorrow-when 80% would be honored-as if there really was a tomorrow for them.

Out of business. History. A memory. Friends who no longer have jobs, and will have to try to find them within a motorsports industry that is off 40%. And without fail, talking with friends who patronized them, feel that the reason is that they were only after the dollar, and quit looking out for their customers. Bottom line was there is no bottom line without customers, and they ran us off.

Ecclesiastes tells us that the rich man never has enough money, and loses sleep worrying about it. The Bible also states the LOVE of money-not money, is the root of all evil. And sadly, when businesses operate like this, they are on borrowed time, and everyone from the vendors, to the employees, to the customers suffer. How many fail to understand the profit margin in a no sale?

Your life is about relationships, and it starts with God. Without Him you are on borrowed time, and I also got the news yesterday that Little Eric died last Friday in a bike accident. I had met him at OCT, and knew him for years. We loved on him, and stuck by him when drugs took over his life. We had seen him last month when in Brea at the Triumph/Ducati store, and embraced and visited as we always had. Never realizing it would be his last conversation with us. Now he's gone, and I feel empty-not for me, the pain is for him. You never know for sure, but his lifestyle and attitude was not one that revealed a relationship with Christ. And without Jesus, death brings hell for eternity. And it is a choice we all make-for God sends no one to hell-He sent Jesus so we would not have to go.

We never know when the ride we are on may be our last. We don't when our day of death is to be-but we can be assured of heaven when we do die if we accept Jesus. Besides all the earthly blessings of knowing Him, we get eternal life with Him, too. You see everything but your soul has a beginning and an end. And this weekend, 14 years of relationships with our dealer, and our friend came to an end. Memories is all that remain. You who are reading this are my friends, even if we have never met. And I wish that none go to hell. So please consider Jesus Christ-today. He wants you to go to heaven with Him also. Go past the religion and start a relationship. You may find you were wrong about Him, He was down on the religious people, for He is not a set of rules-but freedom. And who can't use more freedom and less rules?

Have I made you my enemy by telling you the truth? No preaching-just an example, I hope of Jesus, and what He can do for you. Sometime in everyone's life they are confronted with Him, and who He is. What will your answer be? There is no discounted salvation-He paid the full price so you don't have too. Start that relationship today, and watch as you become a new creation in Christ. Saying nothing is akin to saying no. It is too late for Eric-please don't let it be too late for you.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the dialogue

A popular saying that emerged from the sixties was "In God We Trust-All Others pay Cash." We saw it above cash registers, heard it in jokes, and there has even become a cult classic movie, based on the book by Jean Shepherd of the same title. And you have seen it in reruns on Christmas day, as it has become a classic-A Christmas Story. Which is based on the short stories in Shepherd's book. Never heard it? Look at your money, at least the In God We Trust part is still there. And some places even still take cash-if you have two forms of identification.

The great hypocrisy today is we are all hypocrites. The word, based on Greek actors, who held up masks to show happiness or displeasure, covering their faces while acting so the audience would know the story better. And today, the masks are in anything but short supply. And worn for various reasons. And some extend from head to toe, those wearing them not content to just cover their face. And I am not talking about the world, but Christians. I think of the woman who came in once and was in such a hurry, she all but told me she was the most important person in the world. When I commented on her "God has everything under control" sticker, and that it even took Jesus three days to complete His resurrection, she got irate-and even more impatient. And I find nothing shows a better witness of Christ in your life than cutting people off in traffic, with your rear window covered with Jesus stickers. Talking on your cell phone while doing it just adds to your lack of witness.

But we say we trust God, but do we? When faced with a financial situation, do we gripe and complain, or trust Him? Do we render unto Caesar what is his, or do we begin to cheat, manipulate, and lean on our own understanding? I am also reminded how recently a female, circuit judge ruled a national day of prayer unconstitutional-and so many got upset and didn't pray. Shame on you! Do you need a law to pray? Did you talk to your pastor? Was your church open that day for people to gather in prayer? But no-so many took the stand that our freedoms were being abused, but never went to the source of freedom, Jesus. And by the way, even memorials have a moment of silence-how many of you can pray silently? God is not deaf! But yet we still feel better when government or man or whatever takes care of us-and so many miss the boat-or the blessings. Who do you pray to when you are neither brave, nor free?

God has always raised up an answer to any situation. When He saw Adam had no one like him, He created Eve for him, so he would not be alone. When the disciples came to Jesus, not once, but twice, saying how can we feed this crowd, they didn't go to city hall. They went to Him, and He provided enough for over 5000, with enough left over for dinner. When the man was beaten on the highway, God provided a good Samaritan to take care of him and his needs. And an innkeeper to assist until he returned. And lastly, another innkeeper, who when a young teenager with child was about to give birth, and was out of rooms, gave her a place in the barn. Alone and quiet, so she could have her child. A child who would change the world. Jesus Christ-born in a stable. In each and every situation, God, not government-God, not VISA, God, not man, met the need, and provided the way out that they needed.

But I do pray! But do you listen for His answer? Prayer is not a monologue, but a dialogue. Those who I consider prayer warriors, listen more than they ask. What soldier asks for direction, then doesn't take it? Simple enough-it is up to us to obey, and follow. Do you truly trust God? It is hard to trust someone you don't know. So get to know Him. It's easy, and doesn't cost anything. Keep your money in your wallet. He wants your heart, so He can impact your life, and give you blessings beyond measure. And to even involve you in His daily life-maybe you can be an Eve to a lonely man, you can provide a meal to a hungry person, tend to the needs of one who is hurting , or give a place to rest to one who is tired. But you will never know until you let yourself be led by God. so many ask, but so few receive.

Listen to God today-and trust Him. Be the blessed, and not the cursed. Live up to the bumper sticker on your car-and watch as God draws people to you to minister to-instead of watching people leave as you approach. God will provide you with a Lazarus today to minister to. Will you step over him, look for government aid, or address his need in love, like Jesus did?

No cash? Jesus still saves, and at today's prices that too is a miracle. If He can feed 5000 with two fish and five crackers, why not seek Him when hungry? If He can provide your daily needs, why go anywhere else? If He can raise the dead, why not be resurrected with Him? and if He can save your soul, why not give Him your life?

Still can't meet the needs? In God you trust?

love with compassion,

Mike

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the holy spirit-the ultimate luxury item

A Christian life is one on the go. Notice our relationship with Christ is even called a walk, not a sitting. And in His instructions to His disciples, He instructs them go-not sit and be comfortable, but go out among the people. It is supposed to be an active, mobile, engaging, and encouraging life-even referred to as a sojourning with the Lord. He then instructs us to walk in the spirit-and we see that in all these examples we are moving forward, for remember we are but pilgrims on this earth-our heavenly home awaits us, where our true citizenship is-heaven. So-o-o, let's move forward together with Jesus.

Lauren bought a used Sequoia over the weekend, and I advised her to read the owners manual. It has more buttons, switches, and gizmos, and I told her to read the manual, so she would know what they are, and take full advantage of them. I hope she does, but the book of over 200 pages can be intimidating. Compare this with the one I have for a 1966 Rambler Classic, with only 52 pages, and you get the picture. But still, it can be an exciting read.

Did you know the station wagon has a Power-Lift Tailgate Window? How about a Vibra-Tone Sound System? Heavy on the reverb anyone, can you say Crimson and Clover? Of course you can control your temperature with Weather Eye, the precursor to all modern heating systems. Unless you opt for All Season Air conditioning.

Put the shifter in D. Yours is not just an automatic transmission, but a Flash-O-Matic! And for you sporty types, Shift-Command Flash-O-Matic, where you can move the selector yourself, to simulate a manual trans, without the clutch. Cool, huh? And while Flash-O-Matic-ing down the highway, you can get comfortable in your Airliner Reclining Seat! And even lay them flat for the night, into a bed. "Hey Dad, can I borrow the Rambler tonight, I got a date..."

So here you are cruising to get your date, unaware that the Road-Control Power Steering is letting you use less effort, you may need the extra strength later, when reclining. You have adjusted your Adjust-O-Tilt Steering Wheel, and set your Cruise-Command Automatic Speed Control. So put it D, nail the throttle and feel that Twin Grip Differential spin your tires! Arriving at your date's house, assured your Air-Guard Emission System will keep the air clean tonight, and hoping your Powr-Guard 24 battery will last while parking and listening to the romantic songs it needs to play. And when it comes time to get her home by midnight, your Life Guard Safety Tires will get her there, and keep you out of trouble, until next Saturday night. "Hey Dad, can I borrow the Rambler, again...."

Did you know that there is no optional equipment with Jesus? You get it all, and yes, no extra charge. So read the owners manual-daily. So you get full advantage of all he has to offer. Some of these are lighting your path, and a light unto your feet-Guide-O-Matic. He gives us all the strength we need, via Jireh-Matic. Tired and need rest-Peace-O-Matic. Not sure which way to go-Guide-O-Matic. Messed up, and need help? Mercy-O-matic. And finally, assurance of your heavenly home-Cross-O-Matic. And He supplies these, and more via one simple source, the Holy Spirit. Think of Him as God-O-Matic. So put your life in His hands, He'll put your life in gear, and get you going. Walking in the spirit, but be ready. For life is not sprint, but an endurance race, til the end. Life-O-Matic. And you never walk alone, he is always with you, Lord-O-Matic. Now that's Grace! O-Matic!

Jesus Christ, by any other name, still the only, begotten, unique son of God. And the only way to heaven. Christ-O-Matic, buckle up, your heavenly journey is just beginning.

love with compassion-o-matic,

Mike

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Abram-the father of riding-who's your daddy?

To some it's just another date on the calendar, and to others a three day weekend away from work. But to those of us with the romance of summer in our hearts, Memorial Day Weekend is the un-Official start to summer. Yeah, I know we still have a couple of weeks until the season officially starts, but that summer in your mind, that has laid dormant since last fall when you could ride, magically awakens on this weekend. And all the short rides, waving to the others who are just getting out again, comes together as we all get out, ride farther, longer, and remember how much fun it is, and the freedom that riding gives us. Somehow a tri-tip sandwich tastes better on a ride, eating with friends, while keeping an eye on your bike parked outside among others-a reunion of sorts for them, too. And each year, I notice more and more women riding their own bikes. Women, who have spent time riding buddy with their husbands, finally give into the urge, and get their own bike. And see weekends in a whole new perspective, and Memorial Day weekend is special now in their riding. Meeting more women like themselves, that realize helmet head is a badge of honor, that chaps and a leather vest don't make them less feminine, and that a true lady is one of the heart, not of the beauty parlor. Fake nails, hair spray, and Mary Kay can all wait-they're going riding!

A few years ago at a Hollister Rally, Theresa and I were invited to eat with a group of the Devil Dolls, obviously taking a different take on life than us, we all sat and ate tri-tip-they tolerated me as I was the only man-and as I listened it was evident that they weren't just weekend cowgirls-they loved to ride. And as I listened more, found they had the same likes and dislikes as men riders-fast cars in the slow lane, people tailgating, men who ride too slow, and other women thinking them less feminine because they rode-their own bikes! But without fail, they all understood the freedom in riding! Ride on ladies!

In the Old Testament we find Abram-the father of faith, and of the Israelites, before he was Abraham. And because of changes in his life, he was commanded to leave his household, his country, and his people-and did so in faith and was greatly rewarded by God-even when he was in disobedience we see God's grace in action in his life. It was only when he stopped listening to his family and trusted God, that changes in his life really began. It was only when he hit the road, going places he had never been before that he grew in God, and with God. And finally setting out for new horizons, leaving his country-representing where and how he had grown up-to go explore all things God had for him, did the miracles abound. Just like women who ride, who go from sitting and watching, to actively riding and participating, the view is different when taking the handlebars, and letting go-not the handlebars, and quit leaning against the backrest. When they stopped listening to all the negative, and hit the road, meeting new friends, and enjoying the freedom in riding God provides. And leaving the country of their birth-roads do extend outside of California, and the best roads are yet to to come, if you continually seek them-but you will never know until you get out and ride.

And Abraham found this out-and going from Abram, or exalted father, to Abraham-father of many. And only when God changes your life do you drop the inhibitions, and hit the road of life, and find out all God has for you. He has a road map for your life that includes roads you have never heard of, and rides you would never take without him. Women who ride find this out as they extend their borders, Christians discover this as they grow in God. And the ride may be the best part of it, until we arrive at our final destination-heaven.

Today if you ride, you will make a choice about the roads you take. In life, you also are faced with the way you go. Only one way leads to heaven-Jesus. And He rides, with women, and men, shows proper manners to all, and knows the best roads to take. Follow Him-He won't leave you behind like some women riders I know, I won't mention the names of those on Ducatis who embarrass me in the curves, but is a most faithful riding buddy, and also knows great places to eat and fellowship.

Be an Abram today, trust God and get out and live. Break the mold, be yourself, and find a loving God who wishes only the best for you. And on Memorial Day, as you ride, remember all those who died so you can have the freedom to live in this great US of A. But everyday, remember the one who died and rose again to give you life-a living, loving everyday to all who know Him.

Gotta go-Theresa has been waiting for me, we're going riding. Neat, huh? Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles. It just don't get any better! You may find out your whole life is just one big, three day weekend!

love with compassion,

Mike

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