RIP 2011

Good morning, this is my last devotion of the year 2011. Number 224! That's right, 224. And I am understandably tired. And you should be too. We have been through a lot together. But 224? If your pastor preached every Sunday last year, and if you attended, you would have heard 52 messages about God, I have written more than FOUR times that this year. To say the least, the Holy Spirit has been busy many mornings this year. If you don't believe in miracles, try that one yourself. There you go, proof of the Holy Spirit, for without Him the number drops to zero. So I am going to rest and spend time with my family. We will be wearing name tags the first few days, until we get familiar with each other again, but we all need a rest. It has been a year where I have seen God do more with less, aka me, and I am amazed. Somewhere between your prayers, my occasional obedience, and His mercy and grace, I made it until today. So much to reflect on and be thankful for.

But He also reminds me to rest, for next year the challenges are going to be greater. Just watching the news shows us how scripture concerning the last days is unfolding. The rapture of the church is imminent-are you ready? So many times this year God has reminded me of the urgency of this, and instructed me to be about HIS business, and He will take care of mine. So I pass that good advice on to you-be about God's business. For all conventional ways of doing business may fade away, or be taken away in the next year. No wonder it is written in 2 Corinthians that the things seen are temporal, but the things not seen are eternal. So I will be resting up, for 2012 will be an exciting year.

Not because of the Mayan calendar, or Hollywood movies, or who is in the White House, or even perverse, satanic uttering's from so-called Christians predicting the end of the world. It is because of Jesus Christ, and the wedding feast with Him. He will soon call for His bride-us, and like a Jewish bridegroom, doesn't know the time or date until His Father tells Him. Then the trumpet will blow, He will call for His bride, and the party begins. In heaven. With us! Beware of anyone who tries to figure or tell you a time. NO ONE but God the Father knows. And He ain't telling! So if Jesus doesn't know, what makes you think He would He tell you?

This past year I have spent time with some incredible people, who have impacted my life. Gavin and Lynsay-wow! Alex who only last week went to heaven. Fr. Al whose friendship I dearly covet, and who God has spared yet another cancer so He can minister to others. The population in Heaven has grown through God's grace by more people I know and loved this year than ever before. From Lee, Don, Tammi, Bill, Alex, Randy, Mena, my Shirl girl, and others, God showed mercy and took them home. At the feast, just waiting for the guests to arrive. My prayer-make sure you are there, it takes Jesus. Make sure you are on the guest list, aka the Book of Life. Trust God.

For 224 times this year I hope that I have been an encouragement to you, and others. From my writings, to John sharing them in prison through air vents, to my bikers friends in Minsk, to all of you who claim Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior-Happy New Year. Keep up the good work. Man may not notice, but God does. And some of us do also.

Keep my family in prayer as this month has brought many challenges.
But it also brings more opportunities for God to be God, and to make new testimonies. Keep both my sons in prayer as they both lost their jobs this month, through no fault of their own. We had a small fire and will have parts of the house redone by insurance. Keep our financial needs in your prayers. When God called me He promised "manna in my garage, my refrigerator, and for my mortgage." And not to ask for money. HE has been faithful, and allowed me to do His work instead of asking for money via letters, e-mails, and support mail. No major donors here, just a benevolent Dad, who wants to be God in my life. Just like the apostles, He sent me out with what I have on, and has met all my needs. A lesson to all, and especially for me-it ain't always easy. But the benefits are incredible!

So trust God this next year. As houses are foreclosed more than ever, as jobs become scarcer, and as world events spell catastrophe, remember that God takes care of His children. So let Him! As things get tougher, His return is closer!

And pray for my wife, who has faithfully, but not always understandably stood by me. Good thing she trusts God more than me. So we're going riding. Not sure where, but alone together. My best friend, my co-minister, and more to me than words can say. My sweet and my love. We all should be so blessed.

224 times this year I have written via the Holy Spirit to all who read. I cannot say I love you better than to point you to Jesus via the spirit right now. With compassion that only Christ can offer. So for the 224th time, let me say I love you.

with compassion,

Mike

Happy New year

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speed limits, God doesn't

Triumph just came out with a cool tag line for its retro ad about Bonneville, the Salt Flats, not the bike. "The finish line is wherever your speedometer maxes out." I like that, but sadly too many max out long before the speedo needle pins itself. Death we call it, and as a society we are afraid to use the word. "Arrested," the doctor told me of my friend Bill two weeks ago. The Bible mentions that we will all sleep. Passed away I often hear, or that the person has gone to a better place. Not here any more. He is resting with the angels. And I think you get my point, we are afraid of death. At least as a group. Individually some of look forward to it.

But with a certain caveat, although we are not afraid to die, we are not sure of the procedure. And maybe that is what really scares us. We all wish to die in our sleep, if for some reason we expire before the rapture occurs. But using the analogy of a speedo, how many of us use all of the numbers on it. How many although it says 120, ever hit the 100 mark in life? How many find a safe speed, and no matter the road condition maintain that speed? Just because it makes them feel safe. Like an old slot car, just staying in the groove until the power goes out. With no regard as to what it makes the other traffic feel.

The opposite is the ones who brag about pinning their speedo needle at 120 or above, and think they really went that fast. I hear guys all the time tell me about how their Kawaharleyhondumph went 150mph, and they still had plenty of throttle to go. Then I see their bike, and recognize it is federally governed to 105. And when pointing this out to them, I am amazed at how they will argue-sadly never seeing 150 in real life, only on a wildly exaggerated speedo. Which only upsets those who have been there. A legend in their own minds. Never allowing reality to taint their legacy.

Maybe that is why racers don't have speedos on their bikes, but ride by engine speed. Which can translate to road speed if needed. They ride to use all of the engine they can, with only the redline stopping them. Then upshifting and repeating the same. But even better are those who ride by sound-the engine tells them when to shift, and when it has gone far enough. And for those who have grenaded an engine, it will also advise when you have gone too far.

And on any given street, if you are really curious, open up the throttle and let her go. Sooner or later an officer of the law will be happy to comply with your wish to know your true speed, and will even document it on paper for you. Even make it public record in court for you. Just another service they provide. Is that what those little white numbers on black really mean?

Life is for living. And for all not at the max. Some are content to never know all the blessings God has for them. They never trust, never twist the throttle of life wide open, and are suspicious of those who do. They want a 150 mph God, but never get out on the freeway. They live like they ride, safe and secure in their own little world. They are noticeable by their presence in the fast lanes-holding up everyone else by their slower speeds. They have the same potential as other high performance bikes, yet never use it. They have the cc's, but not the JC's for life. Stick with something you can ride-like a moped. You are missing out on what Jesus has for you.

At the other end of the spectrum I have seen moped riders, use every last bit of their bike's potential. Never looking at the speedo-that would only ruin the illusion. They get every bit out of their ride, and if 25 feels like 100, so much the better. They get everything out of that moped they can, and more than it has to offer. They are the ones who trust God more, and who see His blessings. It is not the potential they are interested in, but what the bike will do on any given day-in any given situation.

Take a look at your odometer. How many miles have you ridden never knowing what your bike will do? And take a look at Jesus. How many years have you lived not knowing what He can do? Maybe today is the day to take both of them out for a ride. Find a stretch of road and see what the bike will really do. It may be scary, but I guarantee it will be exciting. And do the same with God. Today a situation will occur where only He can handle it. Let Him.
Watch the numbers go higher in your faith than they ever have before. Watch as the needle pins itself, and feel the presence of God. Repeat as needed. And watch as 120 feels like 60, not the other way around. It is only when your odometer quits turning that life is over. Until then, find out what life really has to offer. Ride at redline, in faith. And watch as the new normal is represented by your ever increasing faith. And ever increasing blessings.

True joy is best experienced when all its potential is used. Live life with a firm grip on the throttle, and get the most Jesus has to offer in every situation. And start enjoying the ride that Jesus promises. Wheelies optional.

love with compassion,

Mike

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putting up with the Kardashians

Robert Kardashian was a very successful music attorney, who gained notoriety by being OJ's friend. He is the man standing by OJ at the trial with the skunk stripe in his black hair. Which would have been enough to guarantee Hollywood celebrity status, but when he died from throat cancer, his name, but not his legacy has become even more popular by the horror classic, "Keeping up with the Kardashians!" In this well known real soap opera, billed as a family show, Kris, who divorced Bob, marries Bruce Jenner, who other than having bad taste in woman, divorced also after his gold medal, is still a hero to me for his decathlon victory in the Olympics. So these two divorcees, meet and have a combined total of six children. Then add two more of their own, when Mom decides to parade her princesses before the world, for a price. And the price seems to be paying off, as when channel surfing it is hard to find it not on some channel. Just not mine.

But this family show has highlighted in the past such values as divorce-see above, pre-marital sex, taped and then bootlegged for millions-how's that compare to your home movies?,children outside of marriage-why get married, we are still in that period of seeing if we're compatible, and the Princess Kim and her Princess Di-like wedding. Only to find after a few months they divorce. Was it a set-up for millions? Is he gay? Is she? Is he really an alien, or a gay alien? Who cares? Why are my little sisters such jerks? Must be in the family genes. Maybe the show should be called "Putting up with the Kardashians!" The central theme is Me First, then me, then what can you do for me? And you wonder why parents divorce? No-it is not to have their own tv show. Just to add more episodes to their series. Gotta keep the ratings up! Family TV has never sunk lower.

"Keeping up with the Davidsons" has been popular for years. Triumph has been into it, too. Market a high line of clothes, change it enough every year, and the loyal line up to buy them. From the retro-look, to women's fashions, they both have it all. Nice stuff, have a few leather jackets myself. But the Kardashian factor is out there, even if they don't ride. When looking at my Triumph leather, a woman commented on how she liked the distressed look of it. "Did it come like that?" When I explained it only took 100,000 miles of riding to get it distressed, she seemed distressed. "You wear that nice jacket riding?" To quote a Harley shirt, "if you have to ask, you wouldn't understand." Ask a Kardashian. Not Bruce, he's distressed enough already. To quote the old Barry McGuire song, maybe we are on the "eve of destruction!"

Some twenty years ago the church I was attending was in a growth mode. Setting out to prove how a building program will split the church, they told how they were following God's will, and would not borrow any money. So come across with more giving. Even had a nice banner, "Building to share, sharing to build." Trendy. And I bought into it, until while in Vegas visiting a friend he had the same propaganda on his refrigerator-seems his church was building too. And when I confronted a friend of mine on the building committee about it, he told me they had already obtained a loan, and were going ahead whether they got more giving or not. Just because they needed more classrooms. To fill with 3-4 people rather than combining the old ones. Building for those who would come to their nice new church-only they didn't come, the church split and today the once filled lot for two services is now half empty for one. If only they had asked God first....or a Kardashian!

Jesus Christ is the original reality show. He tells us to be head of the family as He is head of the church. To love our wives with respect. To not inspire our children to wrath. To love one another, forgive, and serve. Just like the Kardashians-NOT! And when He talks of church building, He means building up the flock from the inside out, because no building could ever hold the love He has for us. He is not trendy-if anything His is a trend we all need! And He has never gone out of style, and His message is free-a gift! All you need to do is accept Him-He is who He says He is.

Oh, and that distressed look. Not here. You may come to Him distressed, but you leave with a peace that surpasses understanding. The ultimate family man, He refers to us as brothers and sisters. And calls us His friend. And in His attitude, He loves you just as you are. No competition, no trying to keep up with Him-He came down from heaven for us!

If you find that you cannot keep up with the Kardashians, or afford the trendy jackets of Harley and Triumph, that your church growth program is about the building, try Jesus. That's reality. That's truth. Better than any TV show, He is the real thing. And He's not just for Christmas anymore!

Trust Him today. Your salvation will be shown on the biggest screen in heaven when you do. And while Kardashian wedding ends in ruins, and in reruns, the mercies of Jesus are new every morning. Welcome to a real family-the family of God!

love with compassion,

Mike

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what if Joe and Mary had a reservation

As agents of the devil's lies, the Jehovah Witnesses still are out there preaching their false gospel. Many nice people have bought into the lies, many unsuspectingly, and are even today out proselytizing those who do not know THE truth. Quoting their misinterpreted Bible, the New World Translation. Avoid it. And many well meaning Christians, when they encounter them, argue and debate with them in contradiction to what 2 John tells us to do with them. Were you argued into heaven, or was it by the Holy Spirit? Don't you know that all you have to do is compete in an argument and they have won? So when the latest pair-even sent out in pairs like the disciples, showed up in my driveway Saturday, I cut them off immediately. I am nice and kind to them, fruits of the spirit that should be in us, but address them simply with one basic question-Is Jesus Christ deity? Is He God like the Bible says? These two young men emphatically said no, then tried to explain-I cut them off. I will not listen to their lies. To their deception. do not give the devil a foothold. I told them by denying Jesus as God, they were going to hell-and it was their choice. Jesus died so they didn't have to, and God loves them-the reason Jesus came in the first place! To seek and save those that are lost! I assured them that I loved and cared for them too, and it makes me sad when someone believes a lie and chooses it over the truth. For I wish no one to go to hell. As I wished them both Merry Christmas, and we shook hands, the older one turned to me and said, "you know he wasn't even born on December 25th." As if that statement would absolve him from any sin. But my answer, a factual statement, could still be seen on their faces as they looked back.

Funny we know Lincoln's Gettysburg address, the address of Santa is the North Pole, but we know very little about where Jesus was born. In a stable, laid in a feeding trough, wrapped in burial clothes. The Bible never mentions the date of Jesus birth. We choose to celebrate it when we do. No one is exactly sure of the date, but it can be tied down pretty close to another season. So I asked these two who advertise themselves as studiers of God's word, "how can you base something of God based on something of man? Are you willing to bet your eternal destiny on a date chosen by man, rather than the facts provided by God?" I don't know if anyone had asked them that before. Read THE Bible, I advised, and ask God to show you the truth via His spirit. I know that will stick with them-and I pray the Holy Spirit is talking to them right now. The shocked look on their faces-almost that of fear, tells me that the Spirit is already at work. No coincidence they showed up that Saturday morning in my driveway.

The truth is we are all going to hell. It is the good news, aka the gospel, that you don't have to. It is your choice. Jesus gives you the only way out. Admit you are a sinner, repent, believe with your heart, and confess with your mouth Jesus as savior, and you are saved. No courses, tests, memberships, book tours, or pay per view event-trust God. Have you ever prayed that prayer?

I find it interesting little information is given about Jesus' birth in the Bible. It is only when studied, the truth is revealed by God to us. He kept it simple, like the gospel, for we get easily confused. We get more swept up in the event rather than the person. And it is all about Jesus. We know Jesus was born in Bethlehem, but not the name of the inn. Was it a chain, or mom and pop motel? Was there a bellhop? Never mentioned either. Valet parking? What was the innkeepers name? Were they admitted by some student going to college? Who happened to be working Christmas-and he just didn't know it. Did they have a reservation? Did they get a AAA rate? Did they have to show ID? Were they offered a complimentary cup of coffee? Did they visit the gift shop? Imagine what those postcards would be worth today. The animals are not identified in the stable, and who were the wise men? Who knows how many there were, the song incorrectly names three, the Bible never says. So much to know, but so little told. And so much incorrectly assumed. Maybe the lack of information helps us keep Jesus the main thing. And keeps us seeking. As it should. I could easily see a chain of motels named after the inn in question. I have stayed at Route 66 motels that aren't even on Route 66. Some you couldn't even see the famous road from. "Stay where Jesus was born-a nationwide chain." Neglecting the one who was born that night. Maybe even have a special "Savior's Birth Room," at a premium price. Animals extra. Make it the special "birth package." comes with a free continental style breakfast. Bet that would be booked on His birthday. And not being sure of the date would allow premium rates on other days. Maybe Christmas week, or month or ... all at a premium rate. All the hoopla, but never knowing the truth. "I slept where Jesus was born," would show up on t-shirts, bumper stickers, and hats. Just like many have slept in old inns back east, where George Washington was supposed to have slept. And in Memphis where they have a king, and a shrine called Graceland. "Thank you, thank you very much."As for me, I rather rest in His eternal arms. Although I have slept in places named after George. Let's stop and thank God right now that He protected His son from all that. That's love.

Christians need to remind a dying world that it is THE TRUTH that sets you free-not some religious lies by some well meaning employee of the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society. There is no salvation in their lies. Love them, but don't engage them. Obey the scripture, just love them. Their knowledge is based on lies, and no matter how any times repeated it doesn't convert into the truth.

So as we celebrate Jesus' birth on December 25th, seek Him as the wise men did. Ask Him for the gift He offers 365 days a year, His love via eternal life. Trust Him and Him only. The liars and deceivers are out there, lying in wait as vicious wolves to keep you from heaven. Avoid the lies, seek truth. Don't let them take away who we celebrate.

I will pray for these two young men, for their salvation. They are the reason Jesus died. There is only one question I wish I had asked them. In the song Silent Night, three people are mentioned in one verse. "Round yon virgin, mother, and child." Three people. I wonder if these two know what a round yon virgin is? Or who she was? Do you?

More importantly do you know Jesus? Might just change the whole way you celebrate Christmas. Merry Christmas Jesus! Happy Birthday, too!

love with compassion,

Mike

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checking God's list twice

Like so many of you, Christmas will be different this year due to the financial impact. Fact is there just is no money to buy gifts. And for those of us who love to give, it hurts. It hurts me to think that a family tradition over many years of being Christmas to a family in need has come to an end. It hurts to think I cannot go shopping for my wife and kids like I want to. It hurts to be dependent on others, but I am learning I rather be humbled than humiliated. So when showering, God and I talked. My other time with God with no interference is 3am. I called out to Him and asked Him for blessings, my mind reduced to the financial kind. Seems my good looks just don't pay the rent. And God answered, as He so often does with that still, small voice. Not a rebuke-that wasn't needed, for I wasn't crying out for me. His answer was a gentle reminder of ALL the blessings He has given me throughout the last year.

"What about last night?" He said, reminding me of Lights For Laiken. What about the Toy Run to Children's Hospital?" And that was all it took to shake my heart back to realization. For God has tremendously blessed me this year-as He has every year since I was saved. Which caused my heart to praise Him, and the thanks I gave Him turned to worship. What a blessing! Just a few things I have to be thankful for this year. Blessings, God calls them...and when we look at them through God's eyes we see more clearly.

Our change to Maranatha Chapel has changed our lives. I have learned more in a year than I did the past 5! I love going to church again. Meeting new men, being on the discipline team, and being taught by Ray, and becoming his friend-what a joy. But I have learned to worship, and John Wickham was one I counseled with before we changed. My obedience to listen to God was the difference. Truly obedience is better than sacrifice.

Lynsay and Gavin have changed my outlook on miracles. A young couple, after a single bike accident Gavin was given 5% chance of survival, the best she was told was he would be a vegetable. Today he stands, walks a little, is using his right hand-the doctor said he never would, and they are expecting in July! And they are saved, and ministering to others!

Andrew and I got to assist victims in Joplin after the tornado. A heart wrenching, and heart breaking experience, it changed our lives. To be one of the 100,000 who got a hand written card from the city of thanks, we thank them. Again, we went to bless, and left the receiver of many blessings.

I just took back my 22nd new Triumph this year, and met Greg, the new CEO of Triumph. My passion is motorcycles, and God fulfills it like I could never imagine. Maybe we can go riding next year-28 new bikes arriving in January. And speaking of rides, we rode 8800 miles, spent some great time with my parents, and visited with Mary FNY last summer. 21 states later, we pray that next year we can again.

My heart is touched by the letters I get from the inmates who get my devotions. Thanks to them, the gospel goes forth currently in eight prisons, from county jails in San Diego to Death Row in Chowchilla. From Kerry Lyn's salvation, to those she sends them to or shares with other, like all the men and women a big thanks for taking the gospel to a dark and dying world. God knows, and will not forget. Like Dooley, special to me. And to you others-be blessed this Christmas. You are never far from my thoughts of you and always in prayer. And a special appreciation to Zmicer and the boys in Minsk-they translate my devotions to Russian, then minister to street kids using them and motorcycles. Only God...

I was blessed to do my friend Lee's funeral this year. And to lead the attendees-no mourners here, in Amazing Grace, sung to the tune of America the Beautiful. A stretch for me, singing to a crowd, and when we belted out "God shed His grace on Lee," no truer words were heard that day. And we gave life to a place of death-only God could do that. I am thankful I had the courage to listen to Him.

My friend Fr. Al continues to amaze me. Healed miraculously of cancer THREE times this past year, he still continues on with the vision God has given him for the Flight 93 Memorial Chapel. He doesn't even know how many lives he has touched. His letters of encouragement point me to Jesus, and my most valuable friend who doesn't ride helps keep me riding. A very special thanks to him-only in heaven will he ever know how much effect he has had on this world. I am glad he is part of mine.

It has been a tough year for losing friends. From Lee to Mena, to Tammi and Don, to Alex and Bill, over a dozen of my friends went to heaven this year. Making this a lonelier place sometimes, but making the party in heaven more exciting. Through the Holy spirit using the ministry God has given me, I have been part of changing the population in heaven. Only Jesus!

This list can go on, from Conrad, to Bill, so many prayed for and healed in my hospital visits. To Bikerjim and his friendship, and his determination to trust God, I am blessed. I have learned to look to the cross in tough situations, not at the situation. God has everything under control, always has, always will. Can't explain it, don't understand it-just glad He does.

A special thanks to both my parents who still are there for me. Those special gifts always seem to come at the right time-and are so appreciated. Only God knows how much-all we can say is thanks!

I am most thankful for my best friend, ministry partner, pillion sitter, and co-rider, and riding partner Theresa, aka my wife. When asked which club I ride with, I answered my wife. How many of you can say that? I will gladly boast of it! God continues to bless us despite ourselves, and this will be our 35th Christmas together. Not bad for a couple who never dated and started out the night they met going for a ride. Without helmets. On a BMW! I couldn't do what God asks me to do without her.

But most of all-it is still all about Jesus. If your life isn't, it is not too late to give it all over to Him. Don't look at no money, foreclosures, cancer, death, or any other situation. They will consume you. Look to the cross. The empty cross. Then the empty tomb. And know that soon we will be with Him. He is risen! Until that day, He will take care of His own. An example that brings me great joy to tell people. No whining, no complaining. Like Job, just when we think we have God figured out, He allows something to happen so we don't. Let nothing get between you and God. Not religion, church politics, tradition, or families. It is all about Jesus!

I got everything on my Christmas list this year-and much more than I asked for. A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good ride.

love with compassion,

Mike

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how far is 8800 miles really?

The Apostle Paul states that he has become all things to all men so that the gospel of Jesus Christ shall go forth. Good advice, and advice that should be taken in our daily relationships with all. In other words, know your audience. And at this time of year, when I attend parties and functions where we only meet once a year, an economy of words can make the time spent together more valuable. An analogy that Ken reminded me of the other day was how can I pack so light for a trip? My response was how can you take so many things you will never use? So I find the same dilemma when talking to others.

When asked about our trip this year, I tell them 8800 miles. But not to all, for if you never have exceeded the county line, you have no idea what 8800 mile is all about. Or how little it is over 30 days. Less than 300 miles per day-do the math, and in an 8 hour day of riding that is less than 40 mph. When put in those terms, I travel more miles, see more things, and go faster than they do on their commute. Now, how far is 8800 miles really?

We were in 21 states. True, in the west you have larger states to deal with, but riding a 300 mile day in New England can take you through six states, while heading north from LA only takes you to Monterrey. Suddenly, 21 states is no big deal. 30 days? How can you spend 30 days on the road? How can you not? So many roads, so many great places to eat, so much history, so much beauty, and so much time to spend with my wife while riding. A key ingredient-for if you don't ride with a best friend, one who rides like you do, 30 miles can seem like 30 days. So I advise ride your own ride. Don't try to keep up. I won't. And remember that 300 miles per day is still done one mile at a time. Or for you faster guys, a 1/4 mile at a time!

Theresa took over 6000 pictures this time. Now based on days, that figures to 200 pictures per day. I love reviewing them with her at the end of the day, and asking "where did you take that one?" for her view from the back is more encompassing than mine, and on the same trip, on the same route, she may have a much different outlook and adventure. Same bike, same roads, same stats, yet her view of the trip may differ than mine. Not better or worse, just different. It's that personal.

That is why the Holy Spirit is so important in our lives. And why a personal relationship with Jesus beats anything religion has to offer. True, Jesus tells us He is the way, but listen to each of our testimonies, they are all different, and unique to us. But we all end up with Jesus as the destination. So let the spirit guide your words when sharing, or even just visiting. Reach out to the person, like Christ did and does to you. Jesus came down to our level, we didn't have to meet certain criteria to be accepted. Anyone who tells you different is of a different gospel-not of the Lord's. And when two Christians get together and share, we are blessed to see a different view of Christ. An infinite, all knowing, ever present, all loving God knows that, and with that much to offer, makes it available to all. Because we are all created as individuals, right down to our fingerprints. Different, but the same. The same, but unique to God and how He made us. A way in that He can brag about all His glory, in all His people. It's that personal.

Today let God allow you to be the person He wants you to be. And don't harness Him from making you all you can be. If you ride 300, try 500. 21 states? We have 50! 30 days? Did you realize riding every weekend is 104 days-over 3 months? It's just how you plan it. You have every day to explore the things God has for you. It is only your decision to limit them. And to limit sharing them with others. Spend time with the infinite God who created the universe. For OUR pleasure. Let Him show it off, and enjoy time with Him. Theresa may have taken 6000 pictures, which seems like a lot, God has no end to the sights and sounds He has to show you.

Maybe Ken didn't pack too much, his trip was just too short. And when eternity is involved, our days do seem shorter. Make the best of each one. And share them with others. And let them share with you. Someone cared enough about you to tell you about Jesus. Keep it going. There may be someone at that restaurant who just needs a little love. Someone to listen. Who has questions about where they are going, and needs direction. His map may not include Jesus. Paul was all things to all men, so can you. Add travel advisor to your resume, and tell them about your trip-your testimony. They may just be looking for a good reason to ride a 300 mile day, and just looking for the person to ride it with.

Or if you are that person, find one of us and ask. Jesus Christ-more than a vacation that will come to an end. He is eternity, with roads that don't appear on any map. He has to show you where they are. But you need to know Him first. Now, isn't that worth inviting Him along and into your life? I don't know about you, but I have a lot of catching up to do. It's that personal. Let's ride!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the light in Laiken

We were blessed to be part of a toy run for Children's Hospital last week. Almost 200 bikes rode to Wal Mart, then to the hospital and handed out toys. Once again in the minority-Theresa and I the only Triumphs, and Theresa and Edal the only solo women riders, we were and are welcomed by the HOG Chapters despite our refusal to worship at the Bar and Shield. But while the bikes took up most of the driveway, and the bikers stood in a group, I walked over and started talking to the kids and their parents. I had come to minister more than a toy, I just hadn't realized it. The kids were excited, and from age 15 to 1 year, were out to get a gift. Talking with a 15 year old girl, from above Reno with her mom, her heart condition kept her hospitalized. We joked, and when I told her don't break too many boys hearts when she got out, both of them smiled and laughed. And blushed. She had broken mine. I joked with two girls in wheelchairs, who showed me the "free gift sheet." And weren't sure when I explained you had to compete in a 50 yard dash to get a toy. But seeing my smile, they caught on and we all laughed. Then the aunts and mothers joined in, and soon a wheelchair race was planned. After the toys, of course.

I watched as Theresa walked a lady and her young daughter back to her room. She had gotten the Barbie she wanted. Pushing the stand with the meds attached, a simple act was so welcome to this mom. How blessed Theresa got to pray with her, too. I also helped another mom do the same thing, when her 1 year old was scared and she was trying to push the unbalanced cart across the sidewalk. The crowd scared her, but when I told her "come on, follow me," she did, and the hug at the end said more than any thanks could have. We were out in the crowd, to us where the action really was, and is. And I believe where God wants us to be.

Jesus taught in the temple, but ministered out on the streets. Where the people were, with their problems. He went to them, and whether on 200 bikes, or one on one, He was found among them. And that is where we should be found, too. Out among the people!

Last night was the annual Lights for Laiken. A celebration of the life of the daughter of my heart whom I never had, and the "big sister of Abigail." As always Stacy went over the top and from the fire engine, the police car, the LA-NBC news truck, to cookies, hot chocolate, and the crowded street, we all had fun. Santa was there, and watching the kids get excited was fun. Even more so when the kids whose dad was playing Santa didn't recognize him, and one was scared and wouldn't go sit on his lap. HO-HO-HO to that one! Jim handled the lights this year and did a great job. And we all left wishing each other a Merry Christmas. A crowd that I am blessed to be a part of, and of who I am making many friends. All because of a little girl, who is in heaven, celebrating Christmas everyday.

My night was really touched when we walked in, and Abby saw me and reached out for a hug. While sitting under a picture of her big sister. While I shed tears of joy with a big smile, I know she didn't understand why. Laiken was and is that special to me. And I hope Abby will be too. You see you will be part of many activities in your life, but some make it special. Some make the 200 mile round trip on a week night worth it. Some make you look forward to it, for you know what is at the destination. You want to share in the love, and be part of it. And that is Laiken. And why she still inspires me to get out into the crowds of kids like on the toy run. In my file of 35mm memories, and last night I ran through them all, a Christmas card to myself from Laiken, and wished myself a Merry Christmas.

Today why not make the love that Jesus has for you personal. Make it intimate. Show love to someone. No preaching, and if needed use words. Many hugs last night reminded me of the Love for Laiken shirts and signs. Jesus made it personal for her. That would be her wish for you. One last moment of mine with Laiken-

I showed up on a Sunday at Children's Hospital of LA, and Jim took a break. Laiken waved me in, and I went into her clean area. Here we are bouncing on her bed, and joking like two kids, when Nurse Judy walks in. Whose take was a bit different. She had a fit because I am not supposed to be in this clean area! Which Laiken knew. I guess leather and denim after a 125 mile bike ride aren't as sanitary as I thought. And as I am being asked to leave, with a "c'mon" tug on my sleeve, while being reminded to never enter here again, Laiken is laughing and bouncing on the bed even more. She got me! Or was it Judy? Or both? And when I was out in the non-clean area, we all laughed. A bit of joy, from a little 12 year old girl, with cancer and with tubes attached to her. Isolated from the world, but not from the joy of Jesus-who never left her. And couldn't be isolated from others. With a spirit of life and joy I long for sometimes. But I was ready for her the next time, as she once again invited me in on my next visit. Hmm, no Judy, maybe...what is the old saying, first time your fault, second time mine?

It was the joy of Jesus that made Laiken who she was. I hope you know that joy too. If not, please accept this invitation to personally know Him as His gift this Christmas. Tell Him that Laiken sent you. If you do, someday you will see Laiken and me in heaven. We'll be in the children's section. Jumping for joy on the beds, and celebrating Jesus.

In the light of the Lord. Until then let the light of Jesus shine through you. As it does to us through Laiken. On a Tuesday night for all to see. Merry Christmas, see you soon little lady,

love with compassion,

Mike

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Alex is home at last

I first met Barney Li when working for Mercedes Benz. He previously had sold his company, Eagle One Products and was enjoying life. He and his wife were busy raising his family, he was taking more time to ride, and working on resurrecting the Vincent motorcycle. But his passion was motorcycles, and this was our common bond. Although he had a distrust of the automotive industry, many sins of mine for being involved in it were forgiven because I rode. And we loved to bench race. More than once he would call saying he was coming by, his CL500 was acting up again, only to spend 45 minutes telling me of his recent ride, and then saying he would deal with the car later. And although we both rode the US extensively, Barney saw America through a different set of eyes than I did, and do.

Barney's riding partners were fellow entrepreneurs and millionaires. He rode with Kyle Petty, Peter Fonda, and had spent a weekend riding at Kenny Roberts' ranch. He was used to going first class, and preferred Yamahas, he had once had a Yamaha franchise. So as where some of my friends would camp after a long day's ride, and I would be negotiating the last $5 off my room rate, he and his friends would be waiting for the support vehicle to show up with all their stuff, so they could go out to dinner,, and then back to their 5 star hotel. Different levels of living, but one level of road. Motorcycles being the common denominator. For money hadn't made him a motorcyclist, it just gave him more time and a higher level of doing it. Sadly he also died while doing what he loved best, in a single bike crash in Arizona on a road I had travelled just after his death, not knowing at the time he had died there.

You might say I was the different one in his riding circle. When I moved over to Land Rover, and his wife came in, she immediately called him. "Mike is at Land Rover, come on over." Which he did, with his newest custom bike in his truck. A Yamaha of course. And there went most of the morning-but that was Barney, and that was us. So when Elizabeth called to tell me of the accident, I was saddened. A friend had died, doing what he loved. With his friends. A sad end you might think, but how many would like to end life doing what they love? So I miss Barney and his stories. We went so many places together, but not with each other. We saw so much of America, but from a different perspective. My only regrets are we never rode together. Although we talked of it, the fact we didn't made the relationship even more special. And I wish I had taken advantage of the open invitation to see his motorcycle collection. I had an open invitation, but my old chapter, somehow they weren't interested. Their loss. With Barney, our common bond was be motorcycling-not a brand. We rode alone, but somehow together.

Yesterday my friend Alex went home to heaven. Age 93, he is now listed in the book of life in eternity. I knew him through our seniors Bible study, and even at this age, he was bright and alert. And active. And loved to talk of the common love we shared-Jesus Christ. "Mike, I just want to go see my Jesus," he would always say. He wanted to go to heaven so much, for he knew he would be with Jesus. And because Jesus was the center of his life, everything in his life was based on it. And the love of God showed through him.

I visited him in the hospital and nursing home almost everyday the last few weeks of his life. I would read his devotional, then we would pray, and sing. His last mini stroke took his voice and ability to swallow, but he showed more love with his smile than many do with words. I got to meet and pray with his kids, and what an honor it was to see them loving on him. What a legacy. But one last precious moment God gave us was giving him water on his parched throat and lips. Swabbing them gently, he could only have thick liquids, I tenderly gave him water. While I watched his dry absorb the water, he glowed at the humility of the moment. God reminding us of the living water that only He can provide. Only a loving God could show that. A personal and intimate moment with God. And I am thankful. That is how I will remember Alex.

So when I saw his bed empty yesterday, and the nurse said he wasn't there, I knew. "He's in heaven, isn't he?" I said. She smiled and nodded yes. The one thing Alex lived for was finally his. And I started to laugh between tears for my friend.

Do you have the same joy as Alex? Do you wish the things of heaven? It takes Jesus, the only way. Ask Him into your heart today. Be assured that His promises are faithful. And let me know so we can rejoice with the angels in heaven.

Soon, and very soon, we are going to meet the king. Heaven awaits, but we start the celebration today. Alex is home at last.

love with compassion,

Mike

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just in time for Christmas-or any other day

When I was a kid, we were always impressed by how much things cost. And the higher the price, meant the cooler, or more impressive the deal or product. "Did you see Joey's new 10-speed he got for Christmas? His dad paid $55 for it! WOW!!" And suddenly my $39 Schwinn Typhoon was relegated to a lesser grade, or status. But not to my Dad who had just paid the $39. So when the time came for me to buy my first motorcycle, the rules had changed. Now it was, if I paid less for the same thing, I got the deal. "Did I tell you I only paid $825 for my CB350? Out the door!" And suddenly I was the winner due to the discounted price I paid. But the main difference was it was MY money now, so I had to shop around. And still do today, like so many others. We are always looking for the best deal, and then bragging about how "we" got it, as if we are the smartest negotiators west of the Rockies when it comes to buying a Happy Meal. Somehow those large fries for no extra cost taste better. "What's my price has gone from a joke, to really asking-"what is my price?" Supersized or not.

Having spent most of my careers in the automotive field, the first real eye opener was when I learned about the "bump book." Cleverly marketed and then utilized by the auto and cycle industries, it takes the parts, bumps up the prices above suggested retail, and the dealerships make more money, profit they call it. And when pressed, will give a discount, sometimes all the way down to suggested retail, with you never knowing what the real retail price ever was. And thinking you were getting a deal. Another thing I learned from selling cars, was the more you discounted the car, the more the customer thought you were ripping him off. And we all had a wise guy friend who after hearing what you paid told you he could have got you a better deal. Remember the days of throwing in a radio, or free floor mats? And you were left feeling like you were ripped off. You were stuck on the price, and not enjoying the moment of the new car. Thanks friend.

But the converse, which I offer no explanation for, is those that paid way too much. Who got no discounts, and actually liked their purchase. They got the car they wanted. They would tell all their friends, and would stop by with gifts, and to thank us for selling them their car. Maybe they are the ones who really got the best deal, for they didn't care so much about the price of the car as they did the enjoyment of having it. And realized that some things cost what they cost. Of course the exception to the rule was the guy with so much money he didn't care. Know anyone like that? So I have always tried to live my life based on a simple premise-a good deal is where both parties benefit. And over the years have paid too much, both when discounted, and when not discounted. I also learned that when you get a customer for price only, you lose him for the same reason. Someone will always go lower-just to make a sale. And I hear many times this Christmas season, do what it takes to make the sale. No reasonable offer refused. Still not sure what reasonable is, but have met many who aren't. So what I fall back on to be true is-whatever you paid for it is what it is worth. Stop whining, start enjoying, and let the ride begin.

Man had a similar problem with God. We sinned, and then started looking for the cheapest, or easiest way back. Sacrifices couldn't cut it, religion only added the burden of penance or some other self imposed, self righteous sacrifice, and so man walked further away from God. Laws and legalism. No way we could measure up. It was going to take a man who walked, talked, lived, and breathed among us to make up the gap. To pay the price. To make the sacrifice for all-and do it so simply that anyone could get it, and do it. And you think you've had a tough day at work? No one but Jesus could answer the ad for that job.

So God, who created us in His image, sent Himself, His son in the form of a man, to save us. A perfect savior, to take the pain and sin away, and reunite us with God. Simple, to the point, and incredibly done in love. No other way would cut it. A high price, with no discount. But also no bump book. No club prices, or good guy deals. No extended payments, and no Black Friday specials. No friend who would get you a deal. The price was high, but so was the product-us. Think about that next time you consider Jesus. The high price He paid was for us! Way too high if you consider what and who we are, and way too low when you consider what He got in return. But to God, the best deal He would ever make, and truly fit the definition of a good deal-both parties, God and us, benefitted! For love was the influencing factor-and how can you put a price on God's love? We could never afford it, so He had to make it free. No other way would work. It had to be Jesus.

"Buy for love, and sell for money" I have told many a bike trader. But always be fair. Like God is to us. Jesus Christ is the best deal you can ever make. He paid the price, and you get all the benefits. And eternal life starts now with Him, before you die! A covenant, with no expiration date, as opposed to a contract that specifies one. It is called the New Testament. I suggest reading it, and often, just to remind yourself of what a great deal you have. And to share it with others. Be the friend who tells them about the best deal they will ever get, and money never comes up. I may still look for a cheaper price on bike parts, but I will never scrimp when it comes to Jesus. For no matter the cost, I could never afford the price He paid. The first and original Christmas deal.

Makes me wonder what that old Schwinn is worth today. Sometimes you don't pay too much, you just pay too soon. Jesus is what it took to make the deal. A perfect deal at a perfect time. Merry Christmas!

love with compassion,

Mike

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things that make us purr

I heard a cat's purring described once as whatever is going on right now I don't want it to stop. Every morning as I sit down to write, Mr. Man, Andrew's cat, comes and sits on my lap. As I rub his chin, and his eyes roll back in his head, the motor starts running, the feet start pumping, and he sits here in bliss-until he almost falls off. Purring at full throttle! This will go on for a few minutes, then just as suddenly he will jump off and run. His whatever is happening right now purr is fulfilled, and it is off to other activities such as food, and then going out to check on the night's events. But the purring sometimes is so loud you wonder if anyone can be that satisfied. And he is only a cat. I wonder about myself sometimes, and what makes me purr. Do other people here it? Can I hear them purring? So here are some things that at least get my motor running-purring as the purist would say.

I am blessed to ride bikes for Triumph's press fleet. I picked up my 22nd new bike this year, a Tiger 800 XC. For the 22nd time this year, I will ride a bike with zero miles, and take it back to get another. New bikes. And for me the excitement of riding a new bike out of the shop is still as much fun as the first one was years ago. Spoiled and blessed by God, who knows my passion my motorcycles, and gives me more than I could have ever thought to ask for. You're right-it isn't fair. But God's love is, take it up with Him.

Travelling with my wife makes both of us purr. Riding and touring is fun and in our blood, but it is not complete unless you ride with your best friend. God knows this and has given me Theresa. For 30 days this year, 8800 miles, and 21 states, and over 6000 pictures she has taken, we purred along through high heat, wind, and rain. Together. And even without the ride, just having her as my wife causes me to purr. Again, more than I could ever ask for or imagine God has given. I hope you can make your wife purr, too.

Both my sons cause me to purr, more than they would imagine. For it is not in their accomplishments I purr. Or in their times of joy. It is in the times that I remember they are my sons, and no matter what trouble they may be in-I love them, and I am proud of them. Years ago when Andrew was in trouble, a well meaning but off base man asked me if I wanted to strangle him for the trouble he was in. NO-I wanted to hug him and let him know how much I loved him. Love isn't based on situations, but relationships. Mine is based on Jesus, how could I help but love the sons He has given me. That noise you hear now is a gentle purr when I remember it. And we can all use more hugs from Jesus than rules from religion.

I start to purr when I think of the church God has let us be part of. We have grown so much this year, and in ways I can't imagine. There is nothing that can replace Jesus in your heart-even in tough times this year, I still purr when I think of Him.

My friend Alex, 93 going on eternity makes me purr. He just wants to be with Jesus. And as I visited him his lips were dry, and I swabbed them with water, giving him a little on his tongue, as he can't swallow. The joy on his face was like a loud purr-and I was reminded of the living water Jesus offers. His firm grip on my hand said thanks no words could offer. How I wish to drink that water, to have it in person, just like Alex will soon. Such a simple thing as water to his lips reminded me of that. It was much more to Alex.

Stu makes me purr as we ride together. He also makes Clemenza bark when she hears his Wing pull up. Purring to her. I don't have many friends, so having one who loves the Lord, and rides is a blessing. We all should be so blessed.

My friend Dooley blesses me from jail. Serving job under circumstances I could never survive in, his letters make me purr. Touching the heart of a fellow prisoners speaks highly of Jesus ministering to those imprisoned-without hope. And if this encourages a guard who reads this, come to Jesus. Let's purr together.

A loud purr for all of those who serve God. For our pastors who have given up so much, and get so little back. To those I ride with, my purr is louder than your exhaust! To those I minister with, what a blessing to purr with you. As times get shorter, there is much to do. Incredibly God has called us to be part of it. That should make us purr., I am sure it does Him.

God has blessed me with great parents. As they get older, it is tougher raising them, and I fall back on a statement my father once told me. "You will always be my son, and I will always be your father." How many of us can rest in that? But it is my mother who makes me purr even more.

I guess it is the things closest to my heart that makes me purr. Not so much based on situations, but based on Jesus in my life. He makes me the person I am, and has shown me so much love and mercy, that I don't know how we could ever make it without His grace. So I will go on being thankful for it.

Although the calendar says 16 days until Christmas-15 more for those with money, let this be my Christmas card to you. Remember the babe in a a manger, sent from a loving God. Pure, holy, meek and mild. God's pure light! What a proud papa He must have been that night! All heaven rejoiced-an eternal purr based on love. Just like when we come to Christ ourselves-being Born Again. That should make us purr today. His eternal love. So wherever you are, take the time to wish someone a Merry Christmas. Open you house, your purse, and your heart. Be part of the celebration that God shared that night. Joy to the world! A savior is born! And don't stop after Christmas. Rejoice in Him every day! Soon and very soon we will be going to see the king! Longing to hear the words "well done my good and faithful servant."

Let the purring begin!

love with compassion,

Mike

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life in death

You don't have to go very far anymore to have someone tell you how to live your life. From Oprah, to Gandhi, to Sesame Street, to various blogs, to the rude woman in front of you at the grocery store on her cell reading the National Inquirer, everyone has advice on how you should handle your own life. Problem is, so many times this is all based on theory, and incorrectly passed down from someone who previously may have been guessing also. "I hear this works," is often heard from them. Fortunately never tried. We are all guilty of it, and when you find a system that works, how refreshing it can be. But does it work 100% of the time for 100% of the people?

When Stu was on his 3 1/2 month odyssey, we kept in touch. I was able to send him on some awesome roads, and he took the time to explore and expand them even more. I had been there, so I wasn't basing it upon glossy pictures from the chamber of commerce, or someone else's favorite road article. And since we both like the same type of roads, I knew my advice would be sound. And it was, and when he returned we had more fun comparing trip notes. It is always more fun when you share with someone who has been there. Who has seen the scenery, eaten the food, smelled the forests, and ridden the road. But so often we settle for second best-opinions.

"Have you ridden 55 in West Virginia?" "No, but I 've ridden the interstate by it." "Have you taken old 219 or the new by pass?" "I didn't know there was a difference" tells me you took the wrong one. And this is just roads to travel. How about food, places to stay, places to visit? How about which bike shops to stop at? And when in doubt, stick with national chains, familiar names-just to be safe. Web sites like Tripadvisor.com only reflect input from people who have been there. It tells highs-"I loved it," or lows, "the clerk was rude to me." Only from extreme experiences do they offer an opinion. Which makes it sometimes hard to make a decision based on the input. It takes a person who has been there-or better yet lived or lives there. Who is more than a fellow traveler like us to give us correct insight. Opinions may be like Hondas, as the old saying goes, I have been let down by both.

So when it comes to questions of how to live your life, who do you trust? Do you trust truths, or do you seek THE truth? There is a difference. And life can be too short to keep opening doors and finding the tiger instead of the lady. You need someone who was there, is there, and will be there in the future. Who tells the truth-and that man is Jesus.

Who not only can advise on life, but has the ability to bring death to life. No one else can. You see, He was there at the beginning. He was resurrected, leaving behind an empty tomb. And He continues to sit at the right hand of God today-and forever. So ask a native resident of heaven about how to get there. It is only through Jesus you will escape hell.

Eye has not seen, ear has not heard, or mind imagined the things of heaven. No one can be creative enough to define perfection except for one who is. And no one is good enough to make it on their own merits. Did you ever get an 89 on a test-a B+, almost an A but not quite. Be glad God doesn't mark us on what we do. And we could never be so good as to attain the grade it takes to get into heaven, so Jesus took the test for us-and passed-100%! Can your religious beliefs guarantee the same?

So look to the one who is trustworthy. And trust Him. Trust God! Life is temporary, afterlife is eternal. Where you spend it is your choice. Choose Jesus. Let Him guide you to heaven. And bless you along way while still here on earth. Many roads promise you the way, only Jesus is THE way. Many roads, with only one destination. One set of directions.

So trust God to give you life in death. And also life in life. Abundantly, He says. And He gives, not charges for it. Need a Bible, I can get you one for free. Try that one at Barnes and Noble! Jesus-a gift from God to a lost world. Who could never place a value on Him, so He offers Him to us free. And offers us eternity-the best value ever!

Heaven-learn from someone who lives there. Now you were saying...

love with compassion,

Mike

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the road you're on

I'm not sure why, but I have always been a light packer. When I moved west from Jersey in 1975, I was on my R90S, and moved to Albuquerque with only a tank bag. Which was still a novelty at the time. Very European. For most still tied their old Boy Scout knapsack on the back, and that was how we toured. Panniers-baggers as we call them today, were a rare sight, but then so were touring riders like myself. Our brotherhood was small, but close, and we would compare notes about food, roads, and places to see and stay when we would meet on the road. Where we were from never seemed to be as important as where we were going. How far or how long was not important-the road was the destination. And the excitement of the unknown was ever present. Which to me only made it more inviting.

Until I had left home, my longest trip had been to Florida on I-95, not exactly the way to see the world. Unless you were a snowbird escaping NY City's lovely winters for the curse of sunshine and warmth. But it was heading west from Gainesville that I started on roads that I had no idea where they would lead, and started a true adventure that today still takes place in my heart. Riding into the sunset, then some more. And I still take the long way home rather than the shortest. I still ride the back roads whenever I can instead of the freeways. I still eat at Mom's, and prefer small towns. I still stop for other bikers along the road, and I still visit shops along the way. I have made more friends over a Coke in 5 minutes just because I took the time to stop-and visit. There is a certain code of the road, not written, and not expressible. But when two riders meet we don't have to explain it. Better than words, it is in the heart. And 40 years ago I never thought I would be still doing it today.

Travel planning has changed. Today with the internet, the Travel Channel, and various touring magazines, so many trips can be planned from the comfort of your home on a cold winter day. With anything from motel reviews, to favorite road articles, to food reviews-a lot of the unknown has become known. Gladly you still have to get out and experience it. You still have to go to Primonti's-the old one in the Strip District, to eat one of their unique sandwiches. You still need to go to eastern Tennessee to ride the Snake. Pictures cannot describe how desolate the Upper Peninsula is in September. Or how crowded the beach in Daytona is in March. You cannot smell the BBQ at the Golden Rule in Birmingham, or talk to the pit crew there from the internet. And you cannot experience the freedom, adventure, and brotherhood of motorcycling if you don't get out of your chair, onto your bike, and onto the road. Weekends may serve to fill a short term need, like a fast food burger when nothing else is around, but to satisfy the real biker in you, you must take to the road. And although I have ridden many places with friends, it is the solo trips I make, with Theresa that are the most memorable. It's that personal.

Being a Christian is like that too. Exciting every day, even on local roads. But the desire of more, to know Jesus even more is the motivating force in my life. Being led by the Holy Spirit into situations I never knew existed, has been a blessing I cannot get enough of. Seeing lives changed, families healed, and fellowshipping with other Christians has given my life a new value-and one worth living. Knowing Jesus is like riding on a new road for the first time, and getting excited the farther you go. Not knowing what is around the next curve. It is better than reading about life, it is life! It is riding the old road into the New River Gorge, rather than the new bridge over it, and seeing all the green after a rain. Riding faster than you should down PA 32 into New Hope, enjoying all the curves and dips as it follows the Delaware. It is approaching Mt. Rushmore, with more of the faces visible after each turn. It is Skyline Drive on a cool morning, and a hot afternoon in the valley below. It is the beginning of a trip, when you still haven't counted the days left, because you have so much in front of you. It is life, and is exciting because Jesus makes it that way. And after 36 years of riding with Him, I still haven't had enough. And I still can't wait to get back on the road with Him. He keeps me young, and after all those miles and years I still can't believe I'm serving Him today. And the more I roads I ride, I find there are many more I need to. The desire only gets stronger.

Trust Jesus today. There are many places He wishes to take you-some that aren't on any map. Many you have never heard of, and many that without Him you will never know. For being on the road with Jesus brings a satisfaction that nothing else can. For you cannot fully experience Jesus from a church pew. You need to get out to experience a joy of life, a calmness of spirit, and love for life found nowhere else. With a friend that sticks closer than no other. Jesus loved being on the road, that was where His friends were. People like you and me. Not the stuffy church types with their rules and regulations. They argued with Him, and tried to trap Him. So He ministered out on the road. Where lie was going on. He is all about freedom, isn't it time you gave up religion and experienced some?

Let God take you on some new roads, and some new adventures today. Places not known to those who don't trust. Places not known to those with rules. A freedom that only comes from the Spirit. I didn't realize 40 years ago that the roads would never end. Or that Jesus could bless so much. Some things you just need to find out for yourself. A life with Jesus is a life that is more than words. Where you ride today depends on who you ride with. If your God doesn't ride, it's time you met Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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The Christmas Tradition

It was traditional that the Lennon wives were great cooks. Somehow through the combination of great taste in women, divine intervention, and a loving mother-in-law, they all turned out to be terrific cooks. The men would brag it was great taste in women. And now it was time for the newest Lennon wife to host her first Christmas meal for the family. The passing of the torch if you will. There would be four generations present, and almost 30 people to feed. And the thought of it positively scared the newest Mrs. Lennon. But as was also traditional, the mother-in-law (MIL) would teach her and help her with the meal. With a great deal of relief, but still some trepidation, MIL agreed to arrive a few days earlier to tutor and assist.

First was to make sure she had the right pots and pans, and lacking them, MIL took her out to buy them, MIL told her they were a late wedding gift, or an early Christmas present, they both smiled about it. Then on to the market to buy all the food. There would be buttery mashed potatoes, candied yams, oyster filling, a special cranberry relish, sweet corn, green bean casseroles, and potato biscuits. But the highlight of the meal was always Granny's pot roast. A tradition passed down to her daughter, Grandma, to her daughter, MIL, and now to the newest Mrs. Lennon. A special recipe for a special meal. Four generations of Lennon wives to impress, not to mention the men who were anxiously waiting. Maybe it wasn't fair to be tested on Christmas, but the rewards would be worth it. Let the cooking begin!

So after prepping all the veggies, and making the rolls, it was time to cook the meat. Carefully seasoning it, MIL grabbed the sharpest knife and cut an inch off both ends. When Mrs. L asked why, MIL explained that was the way she was taught. And into the oven it went. The house smelled intoxicating that day, stretching the hours until it was done, and when the meal was over, no one was hungry. Seconds and thirds had assured Mrs. L that there would be no leftovers, and all praised her for her continuing the tradition. Her husband could not have been prouder. MIL and her exchanged a special smile.

As the men sat and watched an old Christmas movie, the four generations of women gathered around Granny in the kitchen. Praising her for her famous pot roast recipe, she smiled. It was then that MIL asked Grandma why she cut the ends off the meat. "Because that was how I was taught." Who then turned to Granny and asked her why. Finally, the generational cooking secret was to be revealed. A secret that no one but Granny knew, and until the latest Mrs. L inquired, no one had asked. With the type of smile that only years of keeping a secret can bring, she chuckled. And soon was laughing.

That was the way her mother had taught her! Fearing that the secret would end there, and finding out a fifth generation Lennon wife was involved, they asked her to continue. "The roaster my mother had was small. So to get the meat to fit in it, she had to cut part of it off to make it fit." I always thought it was part of the recipe myself, until she commented on my larger cooker one day that now she wouldn't have to trim the meat to fit. But being tradition, we still do!" The secret was out, that being that there was no secret. The pot was too small! Or the meat too big. A secret that will have to wait until the next Mrs. Lennon asked, and the legacy passed on. But for now, these four women would have the last laugh, and the tradition of Lennon women being great cooks would be honored. All due to the size of the pot. And the secret was still safe!

Traditions have their place in society. And among families during the holidays. But should not be the guiding inspiration when it comes to God. So often we keep God in a box, or pot, and when He doesn't fit, cut off parts that we don't understand, or think we need.
We neglect faith, trusting our jobs to provide. We remove love, when someone wrongs us. We don't fellowship, for all the others in church are hypocrites anyway. We follow the teachings of a denomination, rather than seek God. Hey, it worked for my ancestors, why change now? And they would be wrong-it's time to let God out of the box!

Trust God! Let Him guide your life. Blessings abound for those who do. He provides despite your income or job situation. He forgives us, showing us how we should forgive others. He shows us truth, and exposes incorrect traditional teachings for what they are. And He gives us Jesus-so that we can be reunited with Him. And not just for Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving. He shows us love every day.

Maybe today is the time to bury the tradition, and let Jesus out of the box. Embrace Him in every part of your life-don't keep Him a secret. Let Him be Lord, and with the love of the Holy Spirit start a new tradition-one that should be passed on. TRUST GOD!

For four generations Granny kept the secret. Jesus is no secret. Once you know Him you just have to share Him. So start a new tradition, or continue the one of Jesus in your family today. And the tradition of thanking Him for the meal-remember feeding the 5000? Thirty can seem like 5000 when preparing. Include Him in your recipe. Always enough, and always some left over. For later.

But for now, trust God. And enjoy the meal He prepares before you. Pass it on to the next generation. Some traditions just can't be kept in a box. Something about Jesus and a tomb, I seem to remember, that couldn't hold Him. If a tomb can't hold Him, no box will either!

love with compassion,

Mike

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