trees company

Stu and I met a fellow rider, Bruce, yesterday. A Gold Wing rider, we got into rides we had taken, and who we had taken them with. Although we all have the love of motorcycles in common, you never know about the other guy until you've ridden with him, but I think I would like to ride with Bruce. We got talking about group rides, which I will only do under pressure-too many rules, questionable rider skills, and you only go as fast as the slowest rider. Who probably shouldn't be riding-and I probably shouldn't be riding with him. So I have a courtesy rule when I ride with others. So that we all enjoy our ride, I emphasize "ride your own ride!" And it works, and Theresa, the group I usually ride with, will agree. We stay together when we can, but when the road gets curvy, I take off, so I can enjoy the road at my pace, and she rides at her pace. We both enjoy the ride more this way. And we have a destination to meet, never very far off, so we can hook up again. Just in case you think she rides slow, let me tell you that Harley riders who bought into the image, Gold Wing riders who never exceed 55, and others who take up space on the road are passed by her. We have nothing against you riding your ride, but give us the same courtesy! We love the freedom of riding-we wonder if you ever have, or will!

Individuals, each riding a motorcycle, but each different. I love it when I hear someone drop a name I know, hearing "I ride with them," only to find the person is a "hanger onner," a poser, who might ride with this person, but not "with" this person. There is a difference, and just riding with him doesn't mean his skills will rub off on you. Squids-lousy riders who ride over their heads, will always find a place to be one, posers the same, and those of us who like to ride will suffer because of them. You may not hear us laughing inside our Arais, but soon that laugh turns to bitterness, and we just gotta leave you behind, so we can ride our ride. Maybe we should introduce them to golf, didn't Harley used to make golf carts?

Riding your own ride is not a new concept, and also applies to life choices. Two men, with the only thing in common, a tree they died on, were both with Jesus, but only one was with Jesus, and took different routes. Different choices, and it made a difference. Judas, the treasurer of the 12 apostles, after handing Jesus over to the Romans, went out and took his own life. The guy you thought had it made because he was with Jesus daily, ended up hanging from a tree, he died, the rope broke, and his guts splashed out all over the ground. After spending 3 1/2 years with Jesus, seeing the miracles, feeling the love, and seeing other lives changed, never saw Him as God. Never rode with Him. Only from a worldly perspective, and then sold Him out for 30 pieces of silver, the price paid for a slave. Both eating their last meal together, only Jesus realizing it was their last, He still loved Judas, but Judas chose to deny Him. And paid the ultimate price. Posers take note!

Another man, also died on a tree, the thief on the cross. And up until his meeting Jesus while both are being crucified, never had much interest in Jesus. Didn't know the man, but had heard of Him. Not having spent the time with Him Judas did, and an unlikely candidate for heaven, when confronted with death, and hell for his sinful life, cried out "Jesus, Son of God, SAVE ME!" And Jesus comforted him with the assurance that tonight he would be with Him in paradise. Two men, both hung on trees, who made a choice that had eternal consequences. Each riding their own ride, until faced with who Jesus is-one chose death, the other life. Both were with Him, but only one is with Him in eternity!

Who you ride with is important. And the wrong choice can make a great road terrible, and a good rider miserable. But on a bad road, your skills will change all that. Ride your own race! Not theirs! Check the road you are on-are other riders getting between you and the joy of riding? Do their lack of skills and consideration turn into accusations such as you ride too fast, or won't wait? Is it never their fault they aren't having fun? Losers always have time for excuses. And are other people getting between you and God, because you rather live a life of righteousness rather than sin? Are their rules corrupting your morals?

Ride your own ride-meet those who ride like you and enjoy the roads more-and watch as your roadside conversations even are more enjoyable. And when it comes to Jesus, don't let the scoffers get between you and Him. Your fellowship with suffer, and ultimately you will have to make a decision on who you believe in. Are you like Judas, a poser, who missed it? Or are you like the thief, who when he finally met Jesus, decided to spend life in eternity with Him? Both ended up hanging from a tree-but only one awoke in heaven!

Riding partners are an important choice, but heavenly partners are even more important! Who you choose, will impact the road you are on, and where it leads. Two men and two bikes. Two men and two trees. The difference is always Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

though shalt have no other gods before you

I had an interesting trip to see the doctor yesterday. Due to being hit twice last year while riding, my legs hurt, and are weak-especially going up stairs, walking, and bending. So when I went to see the doctor, guess what exercises are the only ones he didn't make me do? Practice medicine? I guess another trip for evaluation is forthcoming. But even more amazing were the magazines. Not the usual propaganda about mother's milk, and the horrors of green veggies. No telling stories of obesity, or the threat of fluoride. No pretty tri-athletes telling me how good I can have it if I only live like them. Nope, they had real magazines-with pictures and everything. Real magazines-and shock of all shocks-they were current. So I grabbed a Sports Illustrated, which I hadn't read in years, very thin, I thought it was a brochure at first, and quickly looked at the pictures. Until the last page, where an article caught my attention, so I read it-twice. It talked about NFL players, and how they have found that for every year played, their lives were shortened proportionately. At 40, their bodies taking on the characteristics of a 65 year old. It was that dramatic. We have seen how concussions have been in the headlines for the past few years, but this went beyond.

Seems that the commissioner wants an 18 game season, "for the fans," he insists. Even though he is aware that blood on Sunday means bruises on Tuesday, he is pushing for it. For the fans, although since revenues are significantly lower for pre-season games, by making them part of the season, revenues will increase-paid for by the fans. For the fans. And one player shared that how at 33, his career was over due to knee injuries. Washed up. And how when he was supposed to be in the twilight of his career, but still young, instead of taking his kids to school, and playing with them, and being more of a presence as a dad, he was spending six weeks in a recovery center due to the surgeries. And will learn to walk with a cane. In pain. And was in with the senior citizens, who he had little in common with. He liked the older folks, but one day when a lady said, "hey, aren't you Mrs. Jones boy?" it hit him how much the game had taken from him. From NFL receiver to the Jones boy. It took only a few short years, and he wondered the value of it, as he hobbled, leaning against the railing on the wall. He had given his body-for the fans.

"Oh that boy, that's Joe and Mary's kid. He's down here a lot lately asking questions. But they aren't the kind you ask if you don't know, but the kind you ask if you are questioning our integrity. It's like he knows the answers before He asks. These same men come to hear Him everyday, He has established quite a following-fans of a sort." And as the visiting Pharisee nodded in agreement, he too wanted to listen more, as he had also heard of Jesus, but his duties under the many laws of the Pharisees precluded such a time. But still fascinated by what he heard this teenager say, he wondered-"how could he know so much at such a young age? And why was he here, with a group of older men, in the temple, when he should be out hangin' with his friends-or even at work with his dad-they were carpenters, reputation had it they made some great yokes for the farmer's oxen. How could this tradesman know so much about the things of God? Weren't those things reserved for the special ones like us?" Someday, he would like to meet him. Maybe talk with Him alone. Without the other Pharisees, His fans, gathered around Him.

Someday usually doesn't come, although God is patient. These divine interventions, these chance meetings, are choreographed by God for you to meet His son Jesus. But some are too busy. "Hey, I know his parents, heard a rumor that said Joe wasn't his real dad." Maybe later, when I am done with my career, and have time. "I don't know, this religious thing-for kids and old ladies-LOL!" "I thought they had rules-how can this kid teach among such great religious men as the Pharisees? Maybe they aren't as perfect as they tell everyone they are. Hypocrites!" Losers always have time for excuses.

And I could go on, but we have all made these same lame excuses about Jesus. So I'm going to ask-are you saved? Have you met Jesus, and given your life to Him? If not, you are lost! Those are God's words, not mine. And you need Him! Right now is that divine intervention-that time that God wants to hear from you! He is asking, "Who do you say Jesus is?"

He is patient-and even though Peter, a tough, old fisherman, denied Jesus three times to a little girl, when confronted by a resurrected Christ, He was found fit to minister-a short time later sharing at Pentecost and seeing 3000 come to Christ. You may not be a Peter, but wouldn't it be nice to go to sleep tonight knowing that if you died in your sleep, heaven awaits? Or are you afraid of what your friends, team mates, wife, or church may say? Do it soon, for Jesus only made it to 33 himself before He was crucified, His career cut short. Tomorrow is promised for no man.

I imagine the doctor will get another chance with me, hopefully some stair tests this time, and there will be more magazines to read there. And the NFL will carry on-for the good of the fans, although sacrificing the player's health. Just two more games per season-just a few more steps along the wall, just a few years more with a cane. And maybe another opportunity in the season of your life to meet Jesus.

Jesus Christ-who gave it all-for His fans. And long before they even knew they were. While we were yet sinners, He died for us. He may be Joe and Mary's kid, but God's only son. The only way to heaven.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

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helpful hints

Dear Sir:

Two weeks ago I was laid off my job. I came home to find my wife in the arms of another man. As I stumbled from the house, I saw my children being carried away by some fiend. On my way to summon the police, I was beaten and robbed. I am cold, hungry, and thoroughly desperate. I sometimes say to myself "if I knew how to tie a hangman's knot, I would end it all." What should I do?-Anonymous

Simple. A hangman's knot is tied thusly, right over left, left around right,and under. 3/4 hemp is suggested. Good luck!

Problem not solved!

Mickey and I were talking the other day about people trying to fix things and making them worse. Sometimes by self inflicting the wound by thinking they know how to do it, or by paying someone who claims to be a professional, but isn't. Note-time on job doesn't count. Knowing what to do does. Years ago I sent a friend who had a Bonneville to him. This guy was a self proclaimed Bonneville expert, even ran a Bonne blog. He had butchered the crabs and intake so bad , the bike would barely run. When told the carburators were no good, he had them apart and put them back together wrong, he deemed Mickey stupid, a rip off, and thus trailered his bike out. Felony stupidity-self inflicted. Just because you don't like or can't afford the answer, just shows your ignorance, not his.

We were laughing about a trike he has there now. The owner had spent $4000, although bike in warranty, they told him he had messed something up himself, voiding the warranty. A cooling issue. After pressure testing the cooling system, he found a bad o ring-a warranty item, and fixed it. Why couldn't this trained factory tech do the same thing?

I also watched my friend and crew chief Don fix a cooling problem one time in the pits. While getting fuel, the truck started to overheat. While everyone else stumbled around, he calmly climbed up to the radiator, adn opened a bleeding valve-one he installed for just such a situation. Thirty seconds later, the truck was back on the track.

Sadly, too many are going for the rope, rather then finding the problem. Solving the symptoms, not the cause. Many rely on the ten commandments to live their lives. good ideas, four to tell about relationships with God, and six for man, but one thing is missing-there is no salvation found in them. And trying to keep them only drives you crazier, as you will always have problems. Sin will always be sin, no matter if it is legalized or not. It takes a savior, someone to pay the price, to correct the problem. And when all else failed, God sent Jesus. He came down to us, unlike any other god, who demands we go to him. We love Him, because He loved us first.

He knows where the bleeder valve is when we have pressure in our lives. When the weight of sin is too heavy, He offers to take it upon Himself, from your shoulders. When you lose your job, He still meets your needs. When your marriage falls apart, He is there to support, console, and show you how to put it back together-better than before. He protects us from harm, and delivers us from evil. All without ttying one knot, but binding us together in the spirit.

And when you decide to finally get your life fixed right, He is there. So ask yourself, "if I can't afford to pay the price to do it right the first time, where will I get the money to fix it right the second?" Solving life's problems is not an opinion poll. Sin will always rob us from God's blessings. Seek Jesus. Get tied in with a good church. If you ask for wise council, take it. And trust God, for He knows-and you obviously don't. Be assured His ways are not our ways, ask lots of questions, and trust Him. And if the bill seems too high, remember where he guided you, He will provide for you also.

Render unto your mechanic the things of a mechanic, and the things of God unto God.

Dear God-Thanks for your good advice. I took it, and found a better job, my wife repented, my children returned, and I am healed. I still can't tie a hangman's knot, but found something that binds even better.

love, Job.

When you find that special one who cuts your hair, fixes your bike, and cooks your food-don't lose them! And when He also gives you eternal life, worship Him forever!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

missed by that much

Do you know what a Check Engine Light is for? Not like a woman who drove in once with the light on, and said she had lifted the hood and the engine was there-so the light must be wrong. Do you know? In a world of a computer controlled cars-since the late 80's they have been to a certain extent, today cars function as a computer controlled machine. And when they work, it is a beautiful thing. For example-

Think of your car as self tuning. It is designed to run within certain parameters, and the engine control unit makes adjustments based on input from various sensors. This goes on 100's of times per second, all without your knowledge. If it can't bring the car into the specs, a check engine light comes on, telling the car I cannot fix the problem. I have done all I am trained to do, and it isn't enough. Say 1-10 are your parameters. A 10.1 or a .9 will set the light. May not be catastrophic, but is still outside of the parameters set. So you have two fixes available-find the cause, which component is defective, or change the parameters.

And not just anyone can solve the problem. Any shop can buy the scanner, but only the factory with its training and updates know what to do. And in many cases, they just change the parameters-software updates they are referred too. And if you are not in the factory loop, you don't know about them-so you cannot fix the problem, or eliminate the symptom.

Human beings have a check engine light also, it is called a conscience. It is installed by God at birth, and how we deal with life shows how effectively it works. It is there to tell us when we are going wrong-sinning, and to warn us of problems ahead if we don't deal with it. And like a car, you have two solutions. One-note the sin, repent, and don't repeat it-turning off the light. Or change the parameters, most popular choice-it isn't your fault, and you can blame someone else, and still maintain your sinful life. Going on as if nothing is wrong, but the creator, God knows. He warns-a little leaven will go through the whole loaf, leaven referring to sin. Sadly I have watched as so-called good men succumb to it.

You see it can be harmful to warn others of sin. It upsets them-hurts their pride. Which can reduce membership numbers, and reflects in income. So what if morals are changed-we will make rules. And given the choice, I'll stick with my morals-you can have your rules. And as I look around, I find that morals can put you in a isolated situation, but your isolation is with God.

Did you know that you, and God are a majority? That following Him may be tough, but sure beats second? And you will never find joy and blessings without Him?

Jus a simple, misunderstood light, that can cause so much trouble. Is your light on today? Or is Jesus that light? Long after patting ourselves on the back about growth, income, and bragging on what we did, God is still patient, and the light is still on. A check engine light rarely leaves you stuck, but sin will. Take the time now, and see why the light is on, and why the light of Jesus isn't.

True believers, those who really seek God will find Him. And it may be inconvenient. The rest of you, the light is on, but no Holy spirit is home. Your comfort zone isn't in the spirit. So keep making those adjustments for sin, and to sin. Follow the party line, not the straight and narrow one. Miss the message, and so shoot the messenger. You see when asked, "where did you receive those wounds?" Jesus replied, "in the house of my friends." And sadly, many of us bear the marks like Jesus, from so-called Christian clubs or churches, or worse yet, individuals claiming "in His service." Woe to them, for He also says, "be gone, I never knew you." Harsh words, but truth-they never knew Him either. Knowing about Him doesn't matter.

Only in Christ, can you "do all things." Not your will, but His. When I am weakest, He is strongest. His power is perfection and shows more in my weakness. Truly His grace is sufficient.

Sin-living outside God's parameters. In His mercy He wants you to reunite with Him. And only in grace, His grace, can you. No self help, works, attendance, or giving can earn it. It's a gift. His truth will set you free? Have I made you my enemy by telling you the truth?

Let God be true, and every man a liar.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

pin heads

Not many of you know, but I used to be a pretty fair bowler. I bowled in high school, in my Before Christ days, and was actually part of a league. I had bowled, out of sheer boredom, one winter, with an after school high school league. Didn't have my license yet, so no bike to ride, and NJ has lousy winters. My averages were OK, I actually bowled a 248 once, and followed it up with a 276. In rented shoes, using one of the lane balls. And never went back, couldn't, as we took their shoes home with us to celebrate and were afraid to go back-we still feared the law back then.

But my friend Bruce-state champ heavyweight wrestler, greaser, and original rebel thought we should be in a real league, so he signed us up-a men's triplicate league at Blue Star. A cast of characters akin to Animal House for bowling, we were forever in last place-48th out of 48. Brian, aka Brains, aka the Perfessor, who was known for wearing this black mask, and standing on Jerusalem Road flagging down people and bumming cigarettes. His nickname, Joshua Jeremy, talking Ebonics before they were perfected. And he played it well.

Bruce was buff before it became trendy. He didn't need to work out, and was a state champ wrestler two years in a row, 178 and then heavyweight, but was also known for walking around with his Marlboros rolled up in his sleeves, and one behind his ear. In school. To gym class and practice. He actually smoked in the boys room! Things that just weren't done in high school in Scotch Plains in the 70's. But being a state champ, and undefeated, he got away with it. For the team, or so we joked. He also had a girlfriend, Patricia, and a '63 Fairlane, named the Patricia II. Why Patricia II you ask? Patricia his girlfriend was Patricia I! He was also our worst bowler. While I would average in the 160 range, and Brains might hit 100, the closest Bruce might get to 100 was in the 80s. Seems a pin in wrestling and pins in bowling were two different things. But the way he bowled, closer than you may think.

What he lacked in skill, he made up for in style. Big handed, he had trouble finding a ball to fit his hands, and would bowl without putting his thumb in a hole. Which meant the ball would land 15-20' down the alley, and bounce. Think of a slow pitch in softball. With a 16 pound ball. Somehow avoiding the pins. His low score was something like a 24. Try to do that sometime. Consistently. But what he lacked in style, he made up for in strength. Back then the seating at the ends of the alleys was shaped like a horseshoe, with these hard plastic, curved benches and if you looked at it, you could imagine throwing a ball and it whipping around and down an alley. Throw the ball hard enough, it could follow the curve of the seats, and go down the lane next you that your back was to. Which Bruce did one night, when confronted with the challenge, and never being one to pass up a chance for fun and adventure, and actually knocked down some pins-in the wrong lane! Hallowed seats, that some refused to sit in-just in case Bruce tried it again, going for the ever allusive spare. But even bowlers of our caliber would get frustrated with our game, and one night Bruce in a fit of rage threw a ball side ways towards the pins-hitting them on the fly! If there was ever an X-Games for bowling, he would have been state champ in that too!

Perhaps the closest we came to being complimented for our weekly 48th place finish, was at one meeting we suggested a trophy for low scores, just like the ones the serious guys had for high scores. We were told that this was a competitive league, and that this would not be fair to the other teams. At least we thought it was a compliment.

We also had a certain look, a style or lack of,that the others didn't. Bruce had this beautiful calligraphy like handwriting and made us these neat bowling shirts-actually t-shirts. While the others had these embroidered shirts, with collars and buttons, we had white t-shirts, that had our names written across the chest, and on the back-in blue magic marker. That the first time they were washed ran, but gave it a cool effect, sort of like the air brushed gang writing. But we were there every week in them, wearing the shoes we borrowed/stole from the other bowling alley-ready to strike terror into the hearts of any true bowler.

I almost forgot Bruce's step dad, who came to cheer us on. A man's man, unlike Bruce he was a good bowler. But had a style of his own. He worked in a machine shop, and an accident with a press had cut off both his feet-right in front of the ankles. He wore regular shoes, so you couldn't tell, but walked like he was on stilts-he had no feet-and was literally on his heels. A big, tough man-no one ever laughed at his bowling-at least not to his face. Like a ballerina-but on his heels, he bounced down the lane, and was actually a pretty fair bowler. And for one winter, this was my Wednesday night activity-and sadly like our team at Union College, when it was time to sign up for next year, we were told they were full. Nipped in the bud-just as the team was finally coming together!

But yet we were a team, and although we never tasted victory together, we somehow enjoyed our defeats. We had fun-something the others didn't-remember this was a competitive league with cash prizes, and we were way out of the money. In talking with other Christians, I find we forget that we are not in competition against them, we all share the same team colors-Jesus. With the same payout-heaven. And no matter if Lutheran, Catholic, Calvary Chapel, or Baptist-it is all about Jesus! And we need to remember that church growth is not based on stealing members from other churches-but seeing souls saved and ADDED to our numbers. And it is God who does it, just like in Acts 2. Peter preached, and 3000 were added, but it was God who added them. Unlike the Triplicate League, with a finite number of teams, heaven is big enough for everyone-if they only accept God. And unlike our three man team, God's team, the Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are always in first place. But prefer to hang with those in last place, or near the bottom. That's love-and why I feel so comfortable among guys like my old bowling team. I can be myself, yet be their friend, and share Jesus by my lifestyle, and how I choose to live. And have fun! Meeting people who would never go to church, because of church people, but still needing to hear the gospel.

So whether riding, bowling, golfing, or playing ball, represent Jesus. Be a light, and be available. You may be the only Bible they ever read, or the only church they attend. Show compassion, listen and love them-just like Jesus loved you when you were lost. And watch as the pews fill, people get saved, and you enjoy your walk with Jesus even more.

Who would have thought that a 16 year old in stolen bowling shoes with this cast of characters would end up a Christian and serving God? Jesus knew-and He is not through yet. Seek Him while He still can be found. A good place is near the sick, the needy, the junkies, and the downtrodden bikers. He is there because He wants to be-the well-aka the saved, don't need a doctor.

Let Him be number one in your life. His truth is everlasting, and consistent. Join with Him today. Strike or spare-He is the elusive 300 game for your life!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

heaven-freedom from fear

"They called her melancholy baby-she has a head like a melon, and a face like a collie," goes an old joke from the 1920's. And today I feel a bit melancholy, not because of any physical features, but because of a sadness of the heart. Ballerini called yesterday, and told us they had just returned from the doctor. Her husband Lee has a tumor on his liver-cancerous, and they cannot operate. With medication, he has a year to live, without-six months. And it makes me think, maybe I didn't have such a bad day after all.

Back in the 60's a show was on called "Run for Your Life," where a lawyer is given one to two years to live. So he hits the road, doing all the things he never could, funny how when faced with mortality, we have money to do all the things we couldn't afford before. And soon has lost his fear of death, and has found a new sense of time. Sorta a bucket list, before the movie made the term popular. Impending death has a way of straightening out out priorities, and exposing our temporalness, and mortality. When confronted with the finality of death, our hearts change, and hopefully we turn to God. Many say they do, but the evidence tells us otherwise. Are you sure you are going to heaven?

Live for today, and don't worry about tomorrow goes the old song. And if you live for Jesus, you don't worry about tomorrow. For you know where your final destination is-heaven. But sadly, so many think they are going to heaven, when they are not. Born in the USA, having Christian parents, going to church , and good works don't get you in. Only believing in Jesus and repenting does. Church membership-no. These things are between you and God. Tithing and gifts to the church-sorry, not scriptural. Can't buy me love. It takes Jesus. And an old scriptural based saying maybe brings it into a better perspective. Die once, live twice. Be born again, of the spirit, and you will be found innocent on judgment day. But die twice, you only lived once. It is the judgment, and eternal damnation-death and hell. No second chances-you had them while here on earth. Finality-one for life, one for death. Somber words for the dying-an encouragement for the living.

So why do I feel melancholy? Perhaps it is a selfish feeling, for I miss those who have died. And I love Lee and Suzie. I miss my Grandpa sometimes, he was a cool man. But he knew Jesus, and I am encouraged by King David's words about the death of his son, "I can go to him, but he cannot come to me." His son of course, in heaven. With my Grandpa, now how cool is that? The hippie generation had a saying, "today is the first day of the rest your life," but what if it is your last? No one sets out to get cancer, to get leukemia, to be in a motorcycle accident. "What a beautiful day, think I get hurt." No one knows, not even the condemned person, their death date, for these things are so precious that God keeps them to himself.

Tomorrow is promised to no man. To me that makes today that much more special. I think I am going to just go out and enjoy myself. Be a blessing to those I encounter. Wear a smile instead of a frown, for I know where I am going when I die-and I can't wait to get there. And when others ask how I can smile in the face of adversity, I will tell them about Jesus, and the plan he offers. You don't have to go to hell!

And to Lee and Suzie, heaven awaits, and I know you both know that. You may be separated for awhile, but the same Jesus that meets your needs for both of you on earth, will continue to meet them while separated. God's love doesn't end for those who believe at death, but the reward begins. My advice, enjoy every day, for He says "this is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." Share those blessings with everyone you come in contact with, for not all can say that. Keep your eyes focused on that cross at Calvary, the empty one. The victory is won! And remember the empty tomb, and know that because Jesus was resurrected, so you will be, too.

For me, I wish there were only two days in the year-Christmas and Saturday. Both days of fun, and celebration, away from the world and its cares. Days to go riding and spend with my family. Days off. Six months isn't a long time, but compared to eternity, just a few seconds. Enjoy the time God has given you, for joy is not the absence of suffering, but the presence of God! And from a heavenly perspective, maybe that old hippie saying is right-but only for those who believe!

And if you happen to own a collie, or a dog with a head like a melon, well..... and did you know the TV series ran for more years than the doctor had promised him he had left to live!

Jesus-don't leave home without Him!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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the true heartbeat of America

Different doesn't always mean wrong, sometimes different just means-different. And two men can achieve success beyond their wildest dreams, by going different routes.

Alfred P. Sloan was the architect of General Motors and their legendary decentralized management system. By encouraging managers at all levels to be innovative, they constantly had a source for up and coming replacements, for those who were up and coming above them in the ranks. He built GM based upon two basic premises-first a car for every purse and purpose. As people became more successful in life, they could afford a bigger and better car, and he would have the product there for them, never having to leave the GM family. Starting with Chevy, and ending with Cadillac, you could trace a young man's ascent by what he drove. And using the first Art and Colour Section of Harley Earl, gave cars a style they hadn't had before. Coupled with Boss Kettering and his many inventions, such as the electric starter, Duco paint which would dry in an hour versus a day, and high octane gas so more powerful engines could be built, GM was the leader in innovation and style-truly a car for every purse and purpose. But Sloan was also a businessman, make no mistake about it-and his other basic premise was "GM is not in the business of making cars-but in the business of making money." Which it did, becoming the largest corporation in the world.

Sloan's counterpart was Henry Ford, who came at things much different. Not wanting to be bothered by committees and dealing with bankers, he kept everything in house. The River Rouge plant his testimony, iron ore coming in one end and a car being driven out the other. He figured if he built a Universal car, the Model T, that he could put America on wheels, which he did, and life would improve for everyone-which as a society it did. His philosophy was simple-just like his cars, and using a streamlined assembly line, interchangeable parts, and over engineering basic components, his Model T stayed the same for 19 years. His business plan was simple-"it is a poor company that makes only money." And while Sloan had a system in place, Henry paid bills by how much they weighed. He owned Ford 100%, and at a time when the federal budget was $50 billion, was a billionaire himself! His was the golden rule-he had the gold and ruled! Basic black cars versus stylish, innovative cars-they all sold and sold well.

But the common theme here is product. Now matter how good the plan, if the product is no good, no one will buy it. For we buy many times based on emotion. A lesson not always learned, and not always practiced, as long after Alfred P. and Henry were gone, the product slipped. At GM, brand managers replaced men with gas in their veins, and we got cars that had all the excitement of a refrigerator. That had no performance, but fit into someone's focus group. Ford felt that the same old cars would sell, more innovations meant more problems, and it took his grandson to rescue the company from near death, and creating the Whiz Kids to save it. It is all about the product, but yet today some still try to rely on the image, even if it is just a hollow shell, albeit a pretty one.

I heard of a church yesterday, that is having financial trouble, not unheard of in this economy. A mainline church, whose population is aging, and dying-with no young ones coming into replace them. But yet as they struggle to make ends meet, the members leave the church an endowment when they die, and the church just hangs on waiting for that so they can carry on, if they can outlive the benefactor. Relying on man, instead of God, to be their Jehovah Gira, their provider. And they wonder why their numbers are decreasing. They lost their first love, and the message changed. This time, different is wrong. It may be good business, but it is lousy religion.

God's plan is simple-the gospel. For everyone, and for now. He will build the church, meet its needs, and prosper it. No programs, seminars, philosophies, or endowments are necessary-God will provide, where He guides. You follow. You see, the product, Jesus has been watered down, we cannot upset anyone with hell, they might get their feelings hurt. Sin-don't upset us. We need to have unity, that's it, we'll all become the same. Not hot, not cold, but lukewarm. Keeping the peace-but having none. A focus group known as the church board, catering to the whims of the people, instead of the spirit of God. Cue to Koom By-Yah.

Jesus tells us He came to separate the sheep from the goats. To set us free from religion, not to make us a slave to it. He is the only product that matters, and like Henry's philosophy, He doesn't change, but like Alfred P.'s, He is a there for every purse and purpose. Proverbs 16:3, written long before either man was born is simple, "Commit your works to the Lord, and your plans will be well established." Businessmen, take note. Parents, take note. Pastors, take note. The only agenda is Jesus-period. No seminars or procedures needed. Only Jesus. No catchy phrases, just John 3:16. Keeping the main thing the main thing. In case you haven't noticed, it is when we stray from Jesus that we have problems-often self inflicted, by the way.

"Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick?" " See the USA, in your Chevrolet..." "Not your father's Oldsmobile..." There is a Ford in your future!" "Have you driven a Ford lately?" All catchy lines that sold cars, when Jesus' message is the same. Timeless, for it speaks of eternity. Simple, for His audience is. And free, so we all can afford it. A man with a plan so different it cannot fail. Where you stand with it depends on your success or failure. Styles change, Jesus doesn't. And aren't you glad He doesn't? That 2000 year old model was right from the start! So start living now! What will it take to put you into His family today?

love with compassion,

Mike

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polls, opinions, rumors, inuendoes, lies, and damn lies

Brand loyalty vs. performance. A tough call, and one when polled among sport bike owners a few years back gave some interesting results. Seems brand loyalty was the top choice among riders throughout the US of A, except for California, where for a few hundredths of a second, they would change brands. For instance, Yamaha YZR 6 runs a 10.123 second quarter mile, and Honda CBR 600RR runs a 10. 232 quarter, So Cal riders would pick the Yamaha over the Honda. Now I hate to burst any bubbles of preconceived notions, but most of you guys ain't gonna get performance from your bike like the mags do. For one thing, this is what they do, and have no respect for the bike loaned to them for testing. Factor in weather, humidity, temperature, lane choice, rider error, and differences in the same bike in a production run, and the margin of error is too great to not discount in judging performance. Add to that the fact that some magazines don't even track test their bikes anymore, just run them on a dyno for simulated 1/4 mile times, and your margin of error is far greater than you can imagine. But yet so many change each year, just for that few hundredths of a second in the article. And have to sell their bike, which just one magazine issue ago was the best in the world. At a loss, of course, based on one road test.

We all like winners, and somehow avoid losers. I find ministry works just the opposite. In good times, like when the boss says good job, your wife bought "that" dress, your kids get good grades, or you somehow have money left after paying all your bills last month-things are great. But throw in some domestic issues, maybe a root canal, or a stain on "that" dress, and the whole world changes. And so does your attitude. No one calls to brag how great things are, but just one little thing upset them....

Such was the problem that Mrs. Job faced. Married to the richest man in the world, she had riches, land, cattle, prestige, and all the things that go with it. You can bet she didn't need to wait in line for a table. Or to get her hair styled. And that "that" dress was custom made for her. And that her friends and even the public viewed her with admiration. But with one Bible verse, one quote, one emotional outburst, Bible historians, Christians, and the church-ok, throw in her friends, too, have shown her to the gate of destruction-a castaway due to one statement. "Curse God and die," she tells her husband. Who has just lost everything he had, except for her and his life. Reduced to scraping boils, he has nothing.

But somehow well meaning others forget so has she. Where is the same compassion they have for Job? Do you not feel for a mother who has lost her children? Whose husband is deathly ill? Whose only redeeming values are found in his friends, and what was his reputation?

Have any of us just wanted to die when circumstances weren't just right for us? Get real-there is a great deal of Mrs. Job in all of us. So, where is the compassion for her? Why do we castigate her for one statement, but yet when we err want all the mercy and sympathy we can get? Are we any different to God when a little turmoil comes into our lives? Is it the so-called perfection we hold ourselves to that we think makes Him want to show us off, like He did Job? Is it possible our reactions are more important than our actions? Do we really love our neighbor as our self as Jesus commands?

Just as many have been led to the destruction of Mrs. Job by one statement, you can be renewed, saved by another. John 3:16, for God so loved the world He gave His only son... And if you are going to bet your future on one statement, this one is preferable. Show the mercy to other Mrs. Jobs that Jesus showed to you. He took you just as you are, and loved you. His loyalty is based on the brand you are-HIS, not your day to day performance. And how you performed last year vs. this year doesn't keep Him from replacing you.

There are a lot of good one year old bikes for sale out there just for this reason. You have to be the best, or at least ride the best. Remember your old last year's model was once like that. And you may be too. Don't let your sin, or poor judgment replace that which is good in God's eyes with your ego. Show compassion to the Mrs. Jobs you encounter. And remember how the story ended. Twice as much as she started with, and even more children. And a testimony. So shall your mercies be. Poured out, overflowing.

The Jobs stayed together, even though Job questioned her "do we only serve God when it benefits us?" Do you? Be careful how you judge Mrs. J, you may have more in common with her than you know. And of course, we will love you despite that. So here's the deal. If you quit telling lies about her, we'll stop telling the truth about you!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

what's really good for the country

America was a much different place 55 years ago. We were still basking in the victory of WWII, smarting from the pain of not winning in Korea, and had endured ten years of automotive growth, despite labor disputes, minor recessions where unemployment spiked, and a shortage of steel. We were the most prosperous country in the world, and our goods displayed the technology and ingenuity that American products were known for. Name an industry, we owned it, from science to steel, it was USA #1! And growing! And a burst in 1955 in auto sales, to an all time high was led by General Motors, the largest corporation in the world, who was selling over 50% of the cars sold here, with Chevrolet alone taking an almost 28% of the market! A GM vice president, Charles Wilson is even misquoted in his famous "what is good for GM is good for the country, and vice versa" statement before congress. And in a country with a $62 billion budget, less money than the Obama administration bought the new GM for-aka Government Motors, and revenues of $60, he may have been right. For as GM went, so did the US of A. Let's hope it doesn't today.

1955 was the first year of the Hot One, the '55 Chevy. With its first modern V-8, it stormed the market, and set a precedent that would last for over 50 years, that being its small block V-8. From 265 cubic inches, to 400, with stops at 283, 327, and 350-just mention the numbers and motor heads know what you're talking about. A great time to be alive, and a great time to own a new Chevy. When ad men had their way with words, coming up with hyperbole to excite the buying public over such features as "anatomic design," "hydra-coil front springs," "magic action brakes," and "picture window visibility," GM, Ford , and Chrysler couldn't wait to separate you from your hard earned cash of $4100 per year average. Things were simply "motoramic!" With a new car costing about half of that. And you could park it in your new modern home that cost about $10,000, and mail in your payment-36 months the max, with a 3 cent stamp. Things looked good, and a nation looked forward to the future-because unlike the thirties where prosperity was just around the corner, the corner had been turned, and we were accelerating at a jet like pace into the future.

But as a nation grew in prosperity outwardly, it still starved spiritually. A young evangelist Billy Graham, started Chrstistanity Today magazine in 1955. A year after comparing communism to the anti-Christ, "either Christianity or Communism must die-they are at odds, "he was filling stadiums and auditoriums full of people seeking more than GM could offer-offering them Jesus Christ. And eternal life. Compare that to a limited warranty, usually 90 days on your new car, and here he was offering eternal life-a lifetime warranty! Standard with every salvation. But like those who were Ford men or Chevy men or Oldsmobile families, not all adored Billy. President Truman called him "a counterfeit," fundamentals called him too liberal because he took a stance against anti-abortion violence, and he has been castigated as being too political because he has associated with presidents and politicians.

The same type of people Jesus associated with, showing them love and forgiveness, and preaching repentance. A simple message,that needs no advertising mantras, that is simple-you sinned, you need forgiveness, and Jesus is the way! No payment books, no magic mirror finishes, and no new models next year. The simple gospel, told by Billy and others like him around the world.

You can still see the USA in your Chevrolet, but today we see a much different USA. But a still the same Jesus. Those Hot Ones of 55-56-57 are still hot today, and worth hundreds of times more than new, but the price Jesus paid is still worth more-even before inflation!

And heaven awaits, with a place no adman can describe, for "eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor mind imagined the things of heaven!"

Jesus Christ-a winner from the start! His word, a model that needs no updating! And a message that no ad campaign can improve on! LOVE! And as always, what is good for Jesus, is good for the USA! Not vice versa. And you can quote me on that!

love with compassion,

Mike

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da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-then repeat

I have always been in awe by people who write music. I am amazed at how a few notes can turn into a tune in their heads, and how they can put it on paper, then add the other instruments, drums, and then words. And somehow through the magic of God, a song comes out. And how over the years, with so many songs having been written, there are still new ones and more are yet to be written. But also how whenever I try to hum something of my own device, it sounds so bad. It's almost like there is this magic note, or chord, or something that takes random notes and turns them into music, and it always escapes me. I don't think there is any special formula-creativity doesn't respond well to formulas, it just stymies it. A gift it truly is.

Keith Richard had eight notes bouncing around in his head for awhile. Waking up he wrote the riff down, recorded it, and later described it as 10 seconds of song and 40 minutes of snoring. A young, struggling guitarist, he carried this guitar riff around, but couldn't make anything of it. Finally it started to come together, these eight notes becoming the driving force of the song. And when you listen to the song, it is the same eight notes played over and over, but somehow becoming a song, when played with the right beat and rhythm, one that became the first hit of his group, the Rolling Stones, and became their signature song. Those notes became (I can't get no) Satisfaction. Add words, and you have a classic. Just eight notes, played over and over, in rhythm, and they became a song. Amazing. And it took a while, for that magic note, that magic harmony, or beat, just wasn't there-and when it was, took that something from concept in his sleep into the recording studio. And thus, a song was born. But not all songs are hits.

Life is like that. We go through life, looking for that perfect chord to make our lives complete. That perfect note to make all the other notes in our life into a tune. And that perfect chord is Jesus. For built into us is a void that only God can fill. We are like a song that is missing that one note, to take us from notes on a page, into a harmony of life. And without Jesus, we can't get no satisfaction. And I tried, and I tried, but I still couldn't get no satisfaction.

You see when God created you, he made you part of a heavenly song. An orchestra of people, who when together in the spirit make beautiful music. You may be the lead, or maybe background with that driving rhythm like that in Richards' song. Or you may be the drum, keeping time, and when called upon to solo, bringing out the music in you, and helping keep it all together. Some people are a bass line, hitting the low notes, and adding an accent to the tune. Individuals, who alone are just notes, but together become a song and make music. And we are called the family of God. An orchestra of life, with many members, and each one is needed to make the song complete. But without the conductor-Jesus, never get it right. May sound good, might even get some air time, but it will never be the perfect song God has written for you without Him in it.

If your life seems out of tune today, listen for the song of Jesus. Perfect harmony when you play your part, and don't try to cover for someone else's. God hah given you a song to play, so play it. And play it loud, for it is the song of Jesus, a harmony that goes higher, all the way up to the heavens. A song, written for you, by a man with perfect pitch, who wants to sit in with you and teach you other songs to truly make an album of your life.

But without Him, you will always search, just like Keith did. And sadly like he still does. For his music may be classic, but he still can't get no satisfaction without Jesus. Drugs, 15 year old girls, concerts, and the band are all a poor substitute for Jesus. And even with all the success he has had in life with the Stones, it will not get him into heaven. His song ends at his death, instead of going on forever in harmony with Christ.

Make your song complete today by letting Jesus into your band. Let Him be the driving beat of your life. And watch as the notes on the page leap off into a beautiful song-one written just for you by the song writer of the universe.

Sorry no Grammy, you'll have to settle for eternal life. There is one song that God wishes to write into your life-Jesus Christ, the perfect chord. While for Keith Richards it was eight notes, and many years for a song, Jesus does it in one take.

Guaranteed satisfaction! And He knows something about rolling away stones, too!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the birds and the bees-part one, the bees

When Theresa started riding her own bike, she learned that it is a personal thing. Just riding on the back, she didn't get it, but as soon as it was hers, she got intimate with it. She did a few little things to it to make it hers, and soon talked about it as her Bonneville. She could tell without checking if she needed gas, or a front tire was low, or if she needed to have her brakes checked. Although built on the same assembly line as our other Bonneville and Scrambler, she had a relationship with her bike, and that made it special.

With so much bad news crossing into our lives, we take many things for granted. Cancer, oh well, just another report. Lost your house, who doesn't someone who has. Out of work, been there, doing that. But when it hits close to home, it gets personal. Last week my friend Lee got diagnosed with liver cancer, now cancer has a name-Lee. Bikerjim needs a liver transplant, it now has a name too-Bikerjim. Breast cancer has become an epidemic, but to me it is personal, we know it as Theresa-my daughter. I won't embarrass further the ones I know who have lost their homes, or incomes, but for me you have made it personal-sometimes too personal.

Yesterday after a lunch with Christopher in City of Commerce, I rode up to Griffith Park to the observatory, a beautiful ride and area, then home. A great day until Wildomar, where for the third time in three years I got stung by a bee-which for me means a trip to ER. I was in anaphylactic shock, and hurt real bad this time. I rode 40 miles between 90-100 mph on my Bonneville, try that someday, even passed two Chippies with radar pointed at me, and didn't get stopped. By the time I got home and Theresa got me to Pomerado, my left eye was swelled shut, my tongue swollen, and the left side of my upper body grotesquely swelled. My whole body itched, and I couldn't hear as my ears were swollen shut. And my body was hurting, like beaten with buckwheats-a mob term for a slow beating, usually with a ball peen hammer. After three hours of medical treatments, I am better, but bee stings have a name to me and it is very personal. Keep praying for me, it seems there are many bees out there with my name on them! I was told maybe it is the bike I ride, as this Bonneville has been hit twice, and this is the third bee sting while riding it! Sorry no cage or windshield for this guy!

God has a name too-Jesus. It it is very personal. He is not the man upstairs, or the big guy, or any other disrespectful term. He created the universe, and loves you so much He sent Jesus to die so you could be reunited with Him. Isn't that enough to honor Him and turn to Him? But yet, we continue to hear His name taken in vain. So I am going to start asking people "who is your God" the next time they say "oh, my God!" Let them know about Jesus. Maybe start a national campaign, who knows. You see it is very personal to me, to you, and should be to them. Jesus is ready and able to not only handle all your problems, but share the joys in your life also. Stop now, take a minute and ask Him to be your God. A tiny step of faith. God are you real? If you are, can I get to know you? Will you forgive me? Believe and receive.

You see the above named also have something in common-Jesus Christ. And although cancer and life may seem to overtake, they all have heaven awaiting. A reason to live, but also a reason to die.

If we can have a relationship with steel and rubber, don't you think it is time to have one with the living God? Whose flesh and blood flowed out for us on the cross? A God who knows when we need tires, but also how to get us through cancer, transplants, and bee stings. Yesterday I again called out to Him, and you are reading this because He answered faithfully. I'm ready to die, but my time wasn't here yet. You don't know when yours is-don't die without knowing Jesus! Tomorrow is promised to no man!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

ps-such a pretty face-mine

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3000 calorie blessings-worth the wieght/wait

The great hamburger debate continues, as I saw while channel surfing the other day. From a pre-weighed, pre-molded, perfectly round pattie, to Wendy's square to smashers-where you take it and smash it with a big spatula on the grill, everyone has their favorite style. Ever have a Big Mac attack? Have to go through the drive up for a Double Double at midnight? Or hit the White Castle for a bag of burgers? Then you understand, when the craving comes for that one special burger, you gotta get one, or two. Would you get up for anything less?

In the burger stands back east, they serve a California burger. Last time I was in Texas Weiner in Bound Brook, I asked what one was. "Oh, it comes with lettuce, tomato, and onion." When I asked her "do they really eat them like that out there?" she assured me, "Oh yeah, all the time." But as different as the burgers are, so are the people grilling, frying, or steaming them. And my personal favorite is from the Squeeze In in Sacramento. A small house, get there about 11am for your noon burger, it's that busy, and crowded. They take a 1/3 pound of meat, grill it with onions, then take a handful of cheddar, and some ice, and put a lid over it, steaming it to perfection. And then cut them out in squares, the cheese crispy and the burger just done right. Note-you cannot have too many napkins, and leave room for fries, eating while you get to know the guy at the counter next to you, squeezed in. Or eat at the back tables, where all talk is about how great the burgers are.

But the ones I notice are the first timers, who order one with everything. Then take off all the things they don't like. I actually have watched a cheeseburger with the trimmings become a hamburger, sans bun, after removing all the good stuff. Stuff he paid extra for-next time just order a cheeseburger plain, without the cheese-or bun! Or stay home! Or how about trying the burger the way it was designed and delivered-and enjoy it the way it oughta be!

Burgers may not be life, but they reflect us. Why do we ask God to bless us, then remove the blessings when he does? Why do we ask for specific things, when God has better things planned? Why do we ask for life with all the trimmings, only to remove the things we don't like, and miss the blessings we remove with it? I am just as guilty, as when God blesses me, I will often cut Him off after a while, when the blessings are not complete. Or He wants to offer me a double meat blessing, and I only want to settle for a single, and skip the special sauce. God is a gourmet God, who has many specialties just for you, designed just for you, and wants to heap them upon your plate. You wouldn't tell a gourmet chef how to prepare his signature meal, so why do we tell God how to prepare our blessings? God stands ready to give you more than you deserve, could ask for, or desire-but you must let Him. Sometimes you must wait, but it is always worth it.

And He gives to those who ask-pressed down, running over-just like a good burger. So ask, and then let Him bless you. Don't cut Jesus off at the cross. Because if you do, you miss the resurrection, and that makes all the difference in the world-and heaven! I want all that Jesus has for me, and if I have to wait for the perfect blessing-Lord help me, I'm starving! If I am not hungry for God, God give me a bigger appetite for you. And when I get the desire to change my cheeseburger into a hamburger, and remove blessings-let me take a bite first, and see how good the meal God prepared for me really tastes. Give me all 3000 calories of blessings, and more too God. Whether eating in, or taking out-always dine with Jesus. At the counter works fine for me. The perfect blessing, made to order, with all the trimmings. Can I get some grilled onions with that please? Only in Christ will you ever be filled. And the wait will be worth it.

Now, did I tell you about the onion rings at The Varsity?

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The Harry Callahan Ministry Coloring Book

It seems Inspector Harry Callahan, aka Dirty Harry, has shot one too many criminals again, and the mayor wants to have a more politically correct police force. A kinder, gentler force, more stylish-in Harry's words. So he has been put in personnel, and is interviewing candidates for the inspector position-where women will be included in the mix. Being his usual charming self, he asks the first woman "how fast she can run the 100"-upsetting the others in the interview. Then back to business-"what is your most important felony arrest?" None! "Well perhaps you can tell us about your most important misdemeanor arrest." None, again! "Well, what gives you the right to be an inspector, when others have spent years on the street, and you have no experience?"

End of interview But not end of story.

I have watched as two men sit in the same service, yet one goes out and shares the gospel in his daily living, while the other continues to be taught. Can't have enough teaching. Both heard the same message, but only one's heart was affected enough to take it to the streets, to live it. To apply what he has been shown. It is more than an intellectual exercise. But the other studies the word, and he is in it, but the word is not in him. He makes plans to go out witnessing, as a church activity, but doesn't realize his life should be a witness. One group of men grow within a group, never getting out from the covering of the church-although they do ministry work, their field is limited. You see given the chance to visit the sick in the hospital, they can't go because they are in a Bible study-can't miss the chance to learn more about God's word-and that is OK. But the one who goes, who hears the calling, is the one who will be out not only learning the word-but living it. "Git 'er done," they say in the south, and those who take the Dirty Harry approach to ministry do. While others get good grades on staying within the church's doctrines, some churches even have a man of the year, the others are out making a difference, not living under any church rules, but being guided by the spirit. And a funny thing happens, when guided by the spirit, you stay within God's law, it's called love, but may step on the toes of a few religious types. "That's not the procedure or program my church teaches. " And I say "good for you guys-their toes should not have been there to start with." God says about obeying His plan for you, "well done good and faithful servant." Don't let your church get between you and the Lord!

How many of you know the word, but don't take it out to a lost and dying world? If you aren't, you are in sin. Jesus said "as you go, share the gospel." A command, not a request. It should not be witnessing night, or Bible study night, or even Sunday church-get out and live it. Make it a passion, and watch the blessings flow. Don't miss the call while having your nose buried in a book!

God has given me a passion for motorcycles, and bikers. And so it is natural for me to be out among them, and sharing the gospel by being myself. It is easy for Jesus to come out of me, for He is in me-and what is in your heart, will come out of your mouth. Golfers-it may even work for you guys, too. Jazzercise-if your passion, take Jesus with you. Take what God has given you a love for with you-but take Him with it! Don't sit under the church roof and think that you are ministering to others! Jesus was mobile-and you should be too. Don't give me, "I got them to church, now it's the pastor's job." Don't depend on Miles to change their hearts-he can't. And don't depend on the church to send you out. Take your passion, and along with the vision God gives you-and get out and get 'er done!

But be ready for the church folk to be upset. You see Harry was a great cop, the rank and file didn't like it-made them look as bad as they really were. They knew all the rules, just like the Pharisees. And when you get out, the scoffers will take you to task, "how can he minister, he doesn't even go here? He has no degree. Who does he think he is? Do you see how he is dressed?" No apologies, just a child of God, living the gospel. And just the thing you should be doing.

Today Jesus has put someone in your path. By sharing the gospel, they can say "go ahead, make my day." And you will have. And you don't even have to go out witnessing. Just be the witness that Jesus wants you to be-show love, compassion, and mercy. And watch as it gets returned to you in all the aspects of your life, and in ways you never could expect.

Look behind you. Do you see joy, healings, blessings, tender mercies, peace, patience, and meekness in your wake? These things shall follow them that believe.

How do you ride 1000 miles in a day? One mile at a time. Get out and ride with Jesus, one life at a time. And when asked, "what's your best time sharing?" be able to stop and think of all the times you have. Build a library to choose from. Get out and from under religion and get turned onto Christ!

By the way, I ran the 100 in 10.4 seconds. Only once, but I did. And make sure your most important felony arrest wasn't your own!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the road you're on

I know many friends that keep journals, and then are able to look back and see how God has answered their prayers over the years. I am not that sophisticated, but while riding the other day, God impressed me to remember how He has taken me through the past 32 months, and rejoice. 32 months of unemployment, no income, no insurance benefits, and after losing 40% of my 401k in September, 2008. He has shown me the things of value, and how to depend on Him for everything, the following are just a few.

I am thankful that He called me into ministry full time the same morning I lost my job. I know that when He closes one door He opens another, I didn't realize the doors He was about to open. Good thing, because I might not have gone through-but God, knew and still does, as He opens more doors to me daily.

I never would have the devotion you are reading if not for Laiken. She touched my heart so before she died, and she encouraged by her testimony to share it with others, who encouraged me to write, even wrote a book. I am shocked how God can fill my heart as I write to Him each day, and how through forwards and other sharing, this is read by people on six continents! And in prisons-10 currently, who use them for encouragement, both personal and in sharing the gospel with others. From changed lives on death row, to the guards who read them, people get to hear the gospel. And that God would choose me, and this way to do it-still blows my mind!

God has been faithful to His promise in Psalm 37, and we have never gone hungry, and we have never had to beg. When we got into ministry, well meaning Christians told me to send out support letters, which I didn't and won't. His words to me were simple, "if you ask for it, it is not a gift." And He loves to give gifts, good ones. And we have been blessed by friends, family, and those who don't even know us. The most touching from my friend on death row-$15 for my ministry. The story of the woman with two mites to give, coming alive. Don't ever tell me the scripture returns void! I can give a list of names to prove it doesn't.

While sitting on my porch in May, 2008, wanting to be at work, and willing and able-I have a great work ethic, and was successful at my job, the Lord promised me manna in my refrigerator, in my garage, and for my mortgage. I have never been late on a mortgage payment, this year alone I have ridden over 20 different motorcycles for Triumph-at no cost. How many of you would love to be given the keys to a brand new bike, and told to return in 1500 miles, for another? Such has God blessed me. And our refrigerator is always full, and we are able to feed and minister to others. Truly God honors His word.

He was with me when I got hit twice last year, and keeps me in prayer for the second woman who hit me-Beverly has terminal cancer. I have lived to see both my sons rededicate their lives to Jesus, and get excited as I watch their growth. For over 32 years He has allowed me to be married to my best friend, and we get to minister together-it just doesn't get any better. And through the heartache of so-called friends, who turned against me when I stood for the truth, instead of their laws, I have learned about betrayal, and have seen Jesus in a whole new light. He truly sticks closer than a friend.

Finally I have seen grace and mercy first hand. Mercy, whenever I screw up, sad you have to sin to get it, and grace-better than anything else you can offer. I can walk through that valley with death's shadow's hanging over me, and fear no evil. Truly He is with me.

If I can ever do anything for you, please call. But be patient, I may not be home. In the past three years I have ridden over 100,000 miles, in 46 states. Another dream come true.

So maybe you can understand why I don't keep a journal, it would keep me from doing other things. But I never forget the one who has blessed me, and I hope you let Him bless you, too. For God has written His words on my heart, and I am never far from them.

And to think, it all started with losing my job...and trusting God in the vision He gave me. If He hasn't given you one lately, ask Him. And be prepared for the ride of your life! Journey asked "I want to know what love is.." It is a person called Jesus Christ. Stick with Jesus, and love the one you're with-forever!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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a bit of Goldilocks in each of us

Dick and I were riding up to an early breakfast one January morning and it was cold. The sun had just come up, and as we passed a thermometer we got colder. It said 40 degrees, and just the sight of that temp made us much colder. Funny how 40 doesn't sound that cold to you guys in Pennsylvania in winter, but to us SoCal guys that is cold.

Last July as Theresa and I crossed into Vermont from New York state-I highly recommend SR 22, a beautiful ride, it had been hot. We were stopping often to drink water, and had been in 90 degree weather for a couple of weeks. Greeting us as we crossed the state border was a temp sign saying 101-and suddenly we got very hot. Somehow the nineties was tolerable, triple digits pushed us over the edge. And yes, 101 is hot for Vermont!

Seems there is a certain thermostat built into us, more of mind than of matter. In summer we set our AC on 76 when it gets into the nineties. And it feels cool and comfortable. But yet if I set the heat in winter to 76, it seems warm! Is this just me, or do you do the same? Or is it possible we are impossible to please? Or do we really know when we are comfortable? I know for sure when I am uncomfortable!

I grow tired of hearing teachers tell me "to get out of my comfort zone." This popular, worldly cliché has invaded the church, and is used to encourage, or indict, or persuade the flock for whatever the pastor's reason. And I take exception to it, because unless we walk in the spirit, aka the Comforter, we are at odds with God, and should be uncomfortable. And the last time this was brought up, I challenged the teacher, telling him "I've worked a long time to get where I am in my relationship with God. I am finally in His comfort zone, and I don't want to leave it." Particularly when using legalistic tactics are used.

Are you sure you are where God wants you to be? Has He put something on your heart, and you wrestle with it, no peace? Maybe that is the Holy spirit urging you-so give in to Him. And watch as the peace that surpasses understanding envelopes you. Inside, outside, and all around. And watch as your viewpoints change. What was once difficult, is now fun. What was impossible, now happens as a daily occurrence. Pray, and ask for God to bless you, and watch as He sends His spirit-but it is up to you to trust Him, and let Him guide you. And when you are truly in God's comfort zone-you don't want to leave it! so don't do anything to screw it up! Trust and obey!

God loves to bless, and He blesses me often. Because I choose to let Him. I have learned that rather than freeze at 40, I dress for it. Rather than die in 100 degree heat, and humidity, I drink more liquids. In each case, I adapt to the situation-and no, whining and crying don't count. Try doing things God's way, and watch as you enter into His comfort zone. Trusting Him to guide you, as He provides for you. God knows exactly what you need, He calls it daily bread. And it is new every morning.

The three bears each slept good in their own beds. And even Goldilocks would be uncomfortable in Papa's or Mama's bed-they weren't hers. So trust God, your bed is custom made just for you, and let His spirit guide you. Get into His comfort zone, and enjoy true peace and joy. Where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty!

Just another benefit of knowing Jesus Christ. Now if the factory could only produce a better seat, I could ride longer! Heated grips-not in summer! But never be more comfortable than riding in the spirit! No matter the temperature, God is always cool!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

never forget 9-11

It is an old traveling proverb that if you want to lose a friend, take a trip with him. And sad to say, riding with some in group rides, this old adage is true. It seems some lesser riders feel the burden to make everyone as bad a rider as them, and go out of their way to prove it. But I am thankful that this proverb, like many others has a bright side. Let me explain.

Theresa and I rode our first Torches Across America in 2005. With Don as road captain, and his brother Link as tail gunner, we rode in a group of from 10-12 people from Oceanside to Stroudsburg, PA, over 3200 miles in a week. With minimal problems. Which set us up for the grand finale, riding into Ground Zero. And as the core group, we had travelled the greatest distance, we were put near the front of the pack, an honor indeed. Along with 3200 other bikers-patriots who had come to honor those killed on 9-11. Bikers from many states, who had travelled many miles, to end up at Brooklyn Harley-Davidson, and a final ceremony and lunch. More than we had ever anticipated.

We rode the 30 miles from Stroudsburg to Tramontin Harley, in Hope, NJ that morning, and were greeted by thousands of bikes, and bikers. No club differences, brand competition, or ethnic or social divisions here-we are all Americans, and rode as such that day. Staging in the parking lot, and also across the street, 3200 bikes take up a lot of space, we took off at around 11am for Brooklyn, via Ground Zero. We would go through the Holland Tunnel, then the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, then to our meeting point. Did I mention the ride was over 80 miles of freeway? And to put it in perspective, I needed gas, and when I got back on I-80, I passed 13 miles of motorcycles to resume my position! Their road crew had done such a great job, that we had no accidents, didn't lose anyone, and they kept traffic moving-from 60-80 mph. Overpasses were filled with Americans waving flags, hook and ladder units extended with 50" flags, and everywhere you looked-American flags. Riding somewhere between tears and a huge smile, our hearts pounding with pride and joy of being an American, we came to a split in the highway, and wouldn't you know it, the leader went the wrong way-the sign said Brooklyn, we should have taken the one to the tunnel, which led to a 45 minute delay outside the Holland Tunnel. Seems the Port Authority had shut it down for us, and when we didn't arrive, opened it up again. Then had to close it, while 13 miles of bikes and bikers parked on the road leading into it. Which turned into a party of its own, as cars entering from another direction had to wait too. Soon we were talking with them, singing Frank Sinatra songs with a cabbie, and meeting people we might not have met. I think everyone was happy except for the police, we thought this was part of the plan, they knew it wasn't.

Then finally through the tunnel, past Ground Zero, with a salute, then into the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, and onto Brooklyn HD. Where for miles bikes were parked, and fire engines and other first responder units lined the road. The food-incredible. Whereas we had been fed a steady diet of hamburgers and hot dogs on the trip-Theresa was reminded that God provided her this manna, this food was Italian, subs, pizza, and of course hamburgers and tube steaks. All free and delicious! Meeting and talking with numerous firemen, some who had lost friends and brothers, exchanging, pictures, hugs, and tears-a time no words can adequately define. Thanks to all who donated, participated, helped, and were there. A truly memorable ending to a great trip. And it was bittersweet leaving our friends, who we grew to love and respect. Riding together had bonded us into a family of sorts, and from Michelle, who took her first motorcycle trip to honor her brother David Weiss-killed from Rescue One, to Joe, Rudy, Kip, and all the others-we still keep in touch. Long distance friends in more than one sense of the word.

They say God is a God of miracles, and even the hardest hard core doubter had his heart changed. Just looking at the numbers helped put it in perspective. 3200 bikes travelling over 80 miles equaled over 250,000 miles-without an accident! In one afternoon! People rallying together for a common cause-with no mishaps-amazing! And how about feeding 3200 people for free! Volunteers donating time, money, and goods-all for a common goal. And all the bike groups riding in from Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and California-amazing! To honor innocent victims, many of us who never met them-but Americans just the same. A unity of the heart-which continues on this weekend, from Tramontin Harley in Hope. If you are anywhere close-join it! At least pray for it, and them, as they go to honor and love on those killed and their surviving family members.

And for me it will always be special. I had contacted a state coordinator for CMA, who now distributes Bibles, and they have a biker blessing and prayer time before the ride. All from a vision God put on my heart-3200 miles and 3200 bikers ago. God can overcome any distance, can you let Him overcome the distance between you and Him? Don't let it take a disaster, just an open heart to meet Him. And realize that as we celebrate the heroes of 9-11, our still greater hero, Jesus Christ is alive, and there with you. Providing manna, gas, friends, and a personal guidance along the way.

If only Moses had bikers with Him, makes you wonder how the Israelites would have done? Don't wander like them-Jesus does group rides, and individual rides too. Join Him in one today-an honor I hope you enjoy today!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

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