the ballad of Gavin and Lynsay

The ballad had already started by the time I met Gavin and Lynsay. One night I received an e-mail forward about a biker down, to which I always respond immediately. It only mentioned his name and Palomar Hospital. So the next morning I went down, and found out he was in ICU on the third floor, and they let me in. Sound familiar, Bill? I don't like or use titles, but many know me there as a chaplain. Knocking on the door, I walked in and found two young women reading their Bibles. In bed, with tubes and on a ventilator, was Gavin. One of the women was his sister, Cassandra, the other Lynsay, his wife. They explained about the accident, it was about two weeks before he was found in a ditch with his Triumph Speed Triple on top of him-unconscious. No one was sure what had happened, but the CHP felt he may have been run off the road. He was air lifted to Palomar, and Lynsay was told he had a 5% chance of living. And if he did, he would be a vegetable. They are a young couple, about 24 with two small kids.

During the conversation they told me they were from Ramona and went to Calvary Chapel there, and knew Pastor Rob and Mari-way cool people. After a short visit, and explaining who I was and what I did, we prayed. As Gavin still rested, but comatose.

I continued to visit, for weeks, and finally he awoke, and was transferred to the seventh floor, CCU. And one afternoon I got a call from Pastor Rob, who was glad I was ministering to Gavin. "Did Lynsay tell you the good news?" She had given her life to Jesus the day before! And was more confident than ever that Jesus would heal her husband. And as I continued to visit, Gavin continued to amaze the doctors. Coming out of the coma, he only had a feeding tube in him. And Lynsay had so impressed the nurses by her love and compassion for Gavin, they told her she should become one. And so when they told her about another brain injury patient that just came in, 17 year old Conrad, they asked her to visit the family. As she told Theresa and I, she was excited but scared, until Theresa offered me to go with her. Fifteen seconds later, we are on our way, with Theresa watching Gavin whom she had just met ten minutes ago.

As Lynsay and I walked into the waiting room, it was filled with the Murphy family-Conrad's. She sat down and started sharing who she was, what had happened to her husband, and how Jesus was healing him and changing her life. I watched in wonder, this two day old Christian ministering to others, while still in need of ministering herself. We visited Conrad in his room in ICU, and then prayed with all of them.

Fast forward to last Saturday-Gavin went home, to Ramona. Less than four months after his accident. His back is still broken, and he still has a long way to go with physical therapy, but he is talking, eating, communicating, would go on visits and pray with me for other patients, and when I asked how he was the day before he left, he told me how Jesus had changed his life, and he was saved! In less than four months, what wasn't supposed to happen did. From 5%, to vegetable, to saved and going home-Jesus Christ had changed his life.

Conrad was given a likewise bleak future. But we prayed, and God heard and answered. As of last Wednesday, he is sitting up, and talking, eating, and doing PT. On the ninth floor, like Gavin was, for rehab. When I asked him if I could pray, we grabbed hands, and the first words from his mouth were praise to Jesus for what he is doing in his life! Keep praying, for this young man was also drafted by the Seattle Mariners-we hope to see him play baseball again someday.

But the healings weren't over. Just a few weeks ago, while going to see Conrad, I talked with his mom Wendy and one of his sisters while they were in the hall. His sister kept insisting "tell him Mom what you did with the couple. Tell him how you talked to them like that girl talked to us!" So Wendy explained how when standing in the hall, she heard a couple talking of a decision they had to make to pull the plug on their brain damaged son from drugs. Wendy shared about Gavin, Lynsay, and her son, Conrad. They admitted to her they had no hope, but now did due to her visit.

And two days later, their son was sitting up in bed and eating! They had come that close to pulling the plug! Now he lives!

Today you may be wondering where does Jesus want me to go and do. And how you might spread the gospel. You might hear the story of his advice of going from Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and into the outer reaches spreading the gospel. This time it only went from the third, to the seventh, to the ninth floor, and then Ramona! No preaching, just the love of Jesus shown to a dying world. And watching as He changes lives and saves souls! A simple example of preaching the gospel, and when needed using words. A lesson for all of us who are called as His ambassadors. A great commission.

Seek God, and watch as He will guide you through to where He wants you to be. Showing love to those hurt, and sharing it with those who don't know Him. Watch as He will change their lives, and yours also! All wrapped up in 25 words, the gospel. John 3:16.

The ballad of Gavin and Lynsay isn't over yet. Or is Conrad's, or the other family's. God's work is never done. And like Jesus said, if all the things He did were written, no library could hold them. I am so thankful for these three volumes in my personal library. May they encourage you to start your own, or add to it.

Just like Gavin told me when I asked what could I do for him? "Just be you, " he said. Which is what God wants us to be. Just you. His child. A sinner saved by God's mercy and grace. And a family that has changed my heart, just by being themselves in Jesus. A story that must be repeated to all who will listen. Jesus Christ changed all the words and the tune to their ballad. May he write as beautiful a song for you.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the outer limits of inner truth

An archer is known by his aim, not his arrows. A reminder that an enemy should not be considered by his weapons, but by the targets he hits. David for instance. Just ask goliath. One of my favorite shows is the Outer Limits, the one from the early sixties. "We have control of your set." And a favorite episode is "100 Days of the Dragon." Set in contemporary 1963, it takes the red Chinese communist threat, and plays it against the US of A, hoping to destroy the country from within. "Without weapons," as President Selby says. But he really isn't the president, but an enemy altered to make him appear as the president. I won't spoil it by telling you details, except that this imposter is president, with all the power that goes with it. Or more accurately, all the power given to him. Subtly under the guise of peace, he initiates close ties with the enemy, really only dealing with his own people executing a well laid out plan. And almost succeeds, until the power play that put him in place fails when they try to get the vice-president also. In a chilling final scene, the imposter is unmasked, by the vice president. And now he is president. Which really scared me.

How are you sure the vice president is really the vice president?
Could this all be part of the plan? How do you know who is who? Or as a Telosian once told Captain Pike on Star Trek, "we have our truth, you have your illusion. May you be as happy with yours as we are with ours." Does fear make you happy?

Today it is popular to find perception more accepted than reality. That what appears to be right, is. Where sometimes the truth seems like fiction, and reality is just a perspective-even your own. And as we continue to watch morals cheapened, and finally abandoned, in the name of progress, we need to reassess our aim. And our arrows. For many lies are spread daily as truth, and only the spiritually aware will be able to tell the difference. It is written that if the righteous are barely saved, what about others, what about you? What about me? Do we struggle over doctrinal issues in the church, while discounting Jesus? Are denominational doctrines supreme over truth? Or if you repeat a lie enough does it become truth? Are you set free?

Today many opinions will be offered you in love. Some from friends, some from the radio or TV, and even some from the pulpit. Test those spirits to see if they are of God. Satan's aim is sure, and his arrows are deadly. Some things will sound good, but only in light of truth will the lie be exposed. Remember all lies are based on truth, and can be carefully engineered to appear as truth. Knowing Jesus, and trusting God, for He is truth is the only way to know the difference. How can you trust someone you don't know?

The dragon, aka Satan is alive, sadly and thinking he is well, and deceiving and killing many daily. His aim may not be truth, just making you miss, or doubt is enough, the distance doesn't matter. But his arrows can be just as deadly, if not life altering. How many die of untreated wounds that once weren't life threatening?

Confirm the truth in the Bible. Verify the truth of the statement by measuring it up against what God says. Let God be true, and all men liars. Resist the devil and he will flee, but get close to God. Know Him, trust Him, and depend on Him for all your needs.

The quiver is full, and there are arrows with your name on it. But God also has a book of names of those who are saved, the Book of Life. Heaven bound because of your choice to trust Jesus and not the enemy. To give Him your all, because He gave His. For His quiver is one of love, and the arrows that He shoots pierce your heart with truth. Peace. Comfort. And love.

Just a TV show? Maybe. But let it be a wake up call to those who are seeking, and finding. Your enemy is real, and seeks to devour you. But He has to go through Jesus to get you, and so will seek others who don't know Christ. You're protected. So Jim, and others, our Mission Possible is to warn and tell others about the saving grace of Jesus Christ while there is still time.

And if you can, watch 100 Days of the Dragon. It is more contemporary than you can imagine. Too scary to not consider. Take heed of the words of the Telosian. But consider God's first. For all have sinned. And only Jesus is the way to God.

Jesus saves. Are you saved? We return control of your set back to you.

love with compassion,

Mike

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if music is the language of love-play on!

When you stop and think about it, walking by faith is much easier. As I look back on all the times I worried and fretted, it seems like such a waste of time and emotions that I didn't just trust God. He was going to bless me anyway, why make my life so difficult? For all those who talk about faith but don't exhibit it-it is God's faithfulness not ours that changes things, it is our benevolent creator and savior who gives us life, and promises to fulfill it if only we follow Him and obey. We get the follow part OK, isn't it nice when God agrees with us? Truth be told, we are to agree with Him, it is the obedience part we don't deal with very well. And only in the spirit will we ever get it!

For me, I started to get it at a Santana concert at the Felt Forum, the little theatre at the New Madison Square Garden. Even before I was saved, the music moved me. After watching Ike and Tina Turner as the opening act, I really wanted to see Santana. In this day before paying huge amounts of money to watch a concert on a BIG screen, you just couldn't see her act well from the audience. She hadn't made it big yet as she was the latter part of "and". So at around 1100pm, remember concerts used to have late shows, Santana came out and played some of their hits, and some new songs. WOW! And then the disappointment set in, as they jammed for the next 90 minutes. I didn't go to hear them practice, or jam-I wanted to hear the songs I knew like they sounded on the album. But it took a late night DJ on WNEW-FM to set me straight, to instruct me as to how uncool I really was. While the teenie boppers listened like I did, musicians were turned on by the jamming. And it was an awakening moment-you got to see this group fully come alive, to put their hearts into their music, and not perform for the audience, but perform for each other-feeding off each others playing. And I lost my Top 40 virginity that night, and music hasn't been the same since. It has been better!

Last Saturday at a car show we saw a Beach Boys tribute band play. Their music was OK, but the yellow striped shirts made them look like pansies. And although they sounded like a 45rpm record, it had no heart, no style. Lots of notes, but no music. As I thought back to other tribute bands I had seen, not particularly by choice, I was reminded the real thing is always the best. A Rolling Stones tribute band was playing at 6am at a Love Ride a few years back, and even with an audience of 20,000 bikers-it was still too early in the morning to hear a simulated Mick and Keith play. Way too early. When in Cancun, an Eagles tribute band played-good musically, but some words don't translate well from Spanglish to English-and as much as we tried to hide the giggles, that is what I mostly remember.

Give me 90 minutes of jamming, or like in the south a juke joint. Start playing when the first guy arrives, and close down when the last guy leaves. The night being about the music-not the audience. We just get to visit and enjoy-these guys will play whether anyone shows up or not!

Lately when I think of a tribute band, I think of our Worship team at church. Is it possible that worship teams are really the original tribute bands? For in their music they play tribute to Jesus, for it is all about Him. I watch as John Wickham allows each musician to follow the spirit, and somehow when they all are worshipping God, the music is spirit filled. Music from the heart, the only way it should be played. Faithfully-no matter how large the crowd, for the audience is always just one person to them-Jesus. You see when you play to Him, the music has to sound better. The voices more angelic, and the drums rhythm tighter. Playing by faith allows them to be themselves, and watch as the talent God has given them is magnified in their worship. Trusting God while playing, and playing faithfully to Him. Maybe that is the key to faithfulness-love. Not worrying about performing for man, but being yourself in Christ. Truly a new creature, the old one never would pour all the energy and love into an audience of lesser beings. It takes faith, built on confidence in God, and trusting Him that no matter how bad you play, He still loves you. Again-why He tells us to come as children. Thinking back my boys banging on pots and pans was great music to me-they were playing it for me! Can we live for Christ the same way? Playing for Him?

There are no rules in faith. No missed chords, no tribute bands. The only tribute is when you keep your eyes on the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He is the music in your life. So sing to Him today. Put Christian words into old songs, and while you sing to Him, He will minister to you. Watch as He does for you, like He did for Joseph, turning bad into good. So sing as if your life depends on it-for it does!

It is not the notes that turns a person into a musician, it is the song and how it is played. And it is not laws that make us a Christian, it is a daily walk with Jesus in the spirit. A lesson learned 40 years ago from a secular disc jockey, who never heard of Jesus. But understood what gives life to music. We know better-for we know the one who gives life. Jesus Christ-put Him in the first groove and let Him wail! A live album-and you are there to hear it!

Makes you think. I know how some of us sound. And God still loves it. Maybe nothing is too hard for the Lord!

love with compassion,

Mike

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"why you doing that? How you gonna know how much gas you need if you pay first?"

While getting ready for our next trip, I was reflecting on places we have been to in the past. Places that when you mention them, the person asks "where's that?" Places you don't fly to to avoid, but that you ride to because they are along the way. Not out of the way, but destinations while you are on your way, for that is the best way to travel, and live life. I have found, that the off the tourist route trips are generally the best. And also the most blessings are found there when least expected. Take a step back in time, or into reality, and go for a ride. And like the shirt says, the trip is the destination. So, let's ride!

Say you wish to go to Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan. You can fly and be there in hours, or ride, and take five days. Easy choice, huh? Five days it is. And along the way, you get to see Grand Canyon, Santa Fe, Boulder Canyon, Cheyenne, Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, Lambeau Field, the Upper Peninsula , and finally arrive at your destination. Refreshed and ready to go. Each one a destination in itself for a vacation, you just got an extra nine vacations just by riding there yourself. Plus got to meet some of the nicest people along the way. Who shared other places to see, roads to ride, and places to eat. And eat some great local meals, with the locals, too. Tough choice I know, when you consider how much fun it is to fly. Just the thought of standing in lines, being body searched, and where is my bag with the travelers checks makes me avoid plane travel altogether, doesn't it you? But we both made it to Greenfield Village. Only one took a trip, the other an adventure. You decide which is which.

What is Greenfield Village you ask? Around the turn of the century, Henry Ford decided to build a living museum based on farm life in the late 1800's. Not just any buildings though, houses like Noah Webster's, the Wright Brothers, and the Firestone farm. All historical, and all set in a park like setting. Eat lunch in an 1850's inn with no power, just candlelight. Great food, great atmosphere. Ride around in a Model T, or a Conestoga wagon. Ride the train, but look out for hot cinders, it's a steam engine. Watch the horses plow the fields, and wish you could play with the kids rolling their barrel hoops. Or just sit and eat an ice cream cone and watch life pass you by. At a pace you choose. A great relaxing day, made even more so by the five day ride that preceded it.

If the mention of Ohio makes you think of the Cuyahoga on fire, the congestion in Columbus, or the more cops per mile interstate, try the Ohio River Valley. And be thankful your friends are so narrow minded and went elsewhere. Less traffic without them. Hills, turns, and the river always nearby. Flowers and trees. Rest stops to rest and watch. Stop and look at huge barges carrying goods. Watch as speed boats with water skiers fly by. Stop and eat at a drive-in where the waitresses still come to the car. Real milk shakes, not just a shake. And relax, which is why we vacate, right? Sit on some chairs on Main Street, and visit with others as they pass by. Talk with others, and become part of their day. Listen to kids tell you about the things they've seen. How did I manage to miss them? Maybe even go down by the river, and skim some stones. Far away from the lines at Disneyland, but in the real towns that they patterned Main Street USA after. No actors, just folk. No admittance charge, just a kind wave and firm handshake, no longer a stranger, but a friend.

Sometimes we forget that life is worth the living. We are so intent on getting to heaven, we forget about life along the way. The wonderful trip that God has planned for us gets mired down as life interferes. But it doesn't have to be that way, it is your choice. I am often asked "how do you find these places?" And I wonder how you don't. They are everywhere, just get off the freeway. Stop at a general store and listen to the talk. But it takes getting out and off. Out of your status quo, and off your duff. Just like your Christian walk.

Why fall into the trap of thinking you must go out and witness, when you can be out witnessing the beauty around you? And meeting others, and sharing with them. God appoints these times, sometimes just for you. Don't be so heavenly minded, you miss the gift that God has put before you that day. Tired of northern manna, go south. Too much burger and bun, try local favorites. Not all God's blessings come wrapped in wax paper. Some are piled on the plate by the spoonful. Seconds, anyone? No extra charge.

Enjoy the life that Jesus Christ promises you. An abundance that can't be found in an airport, or chain restaurant. A meal for half the price, but twice the food, and triple the flavor. No charge for the memories. No gift shop except the picture the waitress takes for you. Or even more special, a picture with the waitress. A moment in time that makes you want to ride 200 miles out of your way just for another. But realizing that the 200 miles is never out of the way, but always on the way. Other places just get in your way.

Jesus tells us He is the way. Trust Him with your travel plans. You do for heaven, don't you? He is the truth. Never had a bad meal yet anywhere He led us. And He is the life. Life to be fulfilled. Life to explore. Life to see all He has for you. Everyday-with three day weekends and vacations at no extra charge.

Remember the people. They are what makes the place. Last year when going in to prepay for gas in Missouri, the girl behind the counter asks, "why you doing that? How you gonna know how much gas you need if you pay first?" Think about that for a minute.

Remember the person, Jesus. Take Him along. Your destination is confirmed with Him, so go on and enjoy the trip. Like He says to. Enjoy life in remembrance of Him. And as you go, you will be amazed at the divine times He has appointed you. Just because He loves you. That's life.

love with compassion,

Mike

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holding hands ain't for sissies

I was in the garage when the stretch limo pulled up next door. Not paying much attention, until the driver stopped to talk about my bikes, I saw it was for Jake, my neighbor's son's thirteenth birthday. And he and his friends were going out in the limo. And as I noticed the girls in one group, and the boys in another, I laughed inside. I wanted to tell him this was the best time of his life and to enjoy it. But this wise old sage of romance wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. There are some things that are best being found out by yourself, and when they returned it looked like the first lesson had taken place, as one or two of them had paired off with girls, and had crossed over into the battleground called puberty. And I remembered what a long, strange trip it had been.

Her name was Chris, and I met her in study hall. One of her friends had told me she thought I was cute, and so I said "she's pretty," and the romance began. Almost. My friend Guy, who was way cool, was having a party, and invited her because I would be there. For almost a week I couldn't wait until the party, and then Thursday night hit. I was going to meet a girl. I know nothing about them. What do I talk about? What if she giggled? What if..... So as the prepubescent glands went into over load, so did I. Double Clearasil emergency. And that night at the party, I stood in one side of the basement with my friends, while she stood on the other side with hers. My worst dreams realized.

With all my sophisticated, never have dated friends asking "when are you going over and talk to her?" And all her friends asking, "what's the matter with him, when is he coming over and talk to you?" It finally took Michael Cohen and his big mouth to embarrass me and over I went. Forgetting all of the lines I had rehearsed, I blurted out something romantic like "Hi. Having fun?"

To which she lied, "Yes." "Would you like a Coke?" She did. "Would you like to sit on the sofa?" She did and so we did. "Isn't Cohen a jerk?" She agreed. I had started a real live conversation, with a girl, and we agreed on four things. What a great conversationalist. Maybe this whole girl thing wasn't as complicated as I thought. Maybe I had panicked for nothing. I only wish it hadn't taken me over 2 1/2 hours to get up the courage to go over and find out. So for the last 45 minutes of the party we talked, on the sofa, next to each other-I had never sat so close to a girl before, and when it came time for her mother to pick her up, I walked her outside. Still in the dark. And somehow our hands touched, and I was hold hands-with a girl. And she even introduced me to her mother, who had seen the hand holding, and started a tradition of girl friend's mothers who took a disliking to me. Thirteen year old girls in Scotch Plains didn't indulge in such activities. This was all too much for one night.

But somehow she managed to convince her mother that it was OK to meet me at Guy's the next afternoon and watch the Jets on TV. "Yes, it will be chaperoned," she fibbed, in the name of love, Guy and his girl friend assuming the title, and while we watched football, they chaperoned-and kissed. And having lost all of the courage and savvy with women I had the night before, we talked. While Guy and his girlfriend made out. And just before half time, it happened. Somehow our lips quit talking and touched. Our first kiss! Now we had another thing in common, as we both had never kissed before. And it showed. But by the third quarter, this too had been mastered. And in just 24 hours, I was a man! Just don't hide my Clearasil! I didn't even know who won the game, and I didn't care either.

And for most of eighth grade we were Mike and Chris, until her mother made her stay home one Saturday to study, which we didn't do most nights, it would have cut into our time on the phone together. And I made the mistake of going over to her friend Kyle's house, who did study on school nights, keeping weekends open, and that was it. Never trust a girl who does her homework. And the greatest romance ever at Terrill Junior High was over. And so were the benefits of being Chris' boyfriend, for now all her friends hated me too. No more girlfriend. No more Mr. Cool with my own woman. I had tasted love at the junior high level, my first love, and lost it! And I was heartbroken. And so was she. This wasn't supposed to happen. Guy, what do I do now?

It was many girlfriends and many years later I was to read about a letter Jesus sent to the Ephesian church. A letter telling them how they had left their first love. And I remembered Chris. Hey, maybe there is something to this Jesus thing. But their loss was more than a teenage fancy, they had turned their backs on Jesus, who had saved them. Life had overtaken them, as it sometimes does, and they had succumbed to life, instead of keeping Jesus first. Sin, or another type of Kyle had entered their life, and they had lost their first love. It was the Chris thing all over again. And with it, all the joy that only God can bring to a life. But Jesus invited them back, to be forgiven. And I am sure many did, and were welcomed, but some always seem to be over burdened by bitterness, and choose alternatives instead of forgiveness. Sadly believing the lie that God would never forgive them.

I am sad when I hear of brothers and sisters who turn their back on God, their first love. And replace it with things such as jobs, careers, girlfriends, and money. I even heard of a guy replacing God's love with motorcycles. If you can believe that! And I pray they turn to and return to their first love, as He never left them. For He has shown me that when I put Him first, He adds everything else to my life. Including my wife of 33 years. And let me tell you, based on previous experience of many broken hearts and unreturned ID bracelets, which can get expensive, it is easier and better to stay with Jesus as your first love. Amd when Theresa and I keep Him first in our marriage, the blessings go on-more than we could ever ask for or imagine.

So keep the main thing the main thing-the first love your best love. Trust God with your life and watch as He adds all the things to it you never knew you desired, and far beyond your wildest expectations. Obedience is still far superior to sacrifice. He says that too. And as much fun as those teen years were, I shudder ever having to repeat them over again. Stick with your first love. Never leave it. And if you are looking for a first love, choose the one who first loved you. So much that He died for you.

And yes, after 33 years, my beautiful wife still thinks I'm cute. Maybe it's true what they say, love is blind! Keep Jesus first, and she will always have eyes only for you. Love lesson number one, to the Ephesians. Whoever we may be.

love with compassion,

Mike

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help wanted, not yours

Have you ever tried to fix something broken and ended up with more problems than when you started? After taking something apart, then putting it back together, exactly, do you have extra parts? Have you ever looked at a problem and said, "piece of cake, I'll fix it," and ended up spending twice as much when a professional ends up repairing your mistake? If so, welcome to my world. Where simple projects can be turned into huge repair bills, and simple projects turned into weekends of turmoil, all because of my help. Add in the pride damage and many times you would have been smarter just to throw the thing out and start over. Which looking back, just adds to the pain, and the legacy.

I have changed oil at night before a trip, only to watch the floor get lubricated because I can't find the drain plug, I thought I had replaced. Lost keys-I found them right where I left them-like, duh? Remember the last time you trimmed the hedges, and cut the cord on the trimmer. Cool sparks. But having a half trimmed hedge only advertised to the neighbors your lack of skills. Which is still cheaper than replacing the tip of your finger, or falling off the ladder you were too lazy to move. And I have even watched a woman turn blue when visiting her in the hospital, saddened that she may die in front of me. Only to save her life, when she grabbed me and told me I was standing on her oxygen line. No wonder the alarms were going off!

It seems there is no end to what I/we can do when placed in a situation to help. No amount of destruction can be ruled out when tools are placed by me, and be warned now-evacuate if I pick them up. For you see, as I get older, I not only find I know less than I think, but I am able to do less than my ego tells me. "Lead by example," I was told. My answer-"don't watch!" An accident waiting to happen, a precursor of an ER visit, and a legacy of I told you so's! So I have finally learned, let someone else do it. Paying one time is much cheaper than paying for it twice. And also saves time. And although the wallet damage may be more than I expected, the damage not done to the ego and pride is more than compensating. And where better to hide evidence of me being there, if someone else does it? Maybe there is a lesson in this. God are trying to tell me something?

I seem to be on everyone's donation list of late. More people it seems are getting called of God to go out and minister. If only, they raise the funds! Maybe He doesn't know about the recession going on. No money doesn't mean no ministry. Although many interpret that as such. I have even gotten letters that if you don't give, I can't go, and that would upset God. Remember that guy Roberts who begged for money or God would call him home to heaven? He preached faith, but rather have money than heaven. Take me home Lord, I'm ready. Don't let money interfere with your desire to bless me. And I watch as those involved in ministry become a slave to those who do supply the needed money. And I cannot find it in scripture where we are supposed to become a slave to others. Especially when money is involved. When God called me into ministry, He promised me manna in my garage. Manna in my refrigerator, and manna for my mortgage. Not convinced about that, I talked to some elder types, and those in ministry. Their advice-send out letters to raise funds. So I prayed again, and once again God told me-"He would take care of my needs." What He wanted from me was obedience. Maybe raising funds would have been easier.

But then He assured me that He would meet my needs, and not to ask. He had already budgeted for them. "If you ask for it, it isn't a gift. And I like to give good gifts." And when you find Jesus' instructions to His disciples, He told them only take what you have on you, no extra money or food, and He would provide. No book sales, no bake sales, and no laying the burden on others or your church. If He calls, He will provide. Only by helping will you hinder His plans. So I haven't and He has been faithful. Which upset the head of a larger ministry having a fundraiser. I asked him where was the scripture for fund raising, and he glared at me. When I told Him my testimony, he walked away. At the very least, lousy etiquette when asking for money.

Where God guides He provides. He doesn't need your help. He has never asked for mine, probably because He knows me so well. But He also has allowed me to be a blessing in ways I never would have asked for or imagined. That's scriptural. And that's God. So don't let money get between you and God's blessings.

You may have a rich uncle who can help, but it doesn't compare to a rich and loving Father, who makes all of His resources available to you. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. And without Him I can do nothing. And you will never see the righteous begging or their children going hungry. Manna He calls it. Love is what I prefer to know it as. And it has a name-Jesus. So it's personal.

Talk with your heavenly Dad today. Better yet, listen to your heavenly Father. Be a blessing instead of a liability. Be a debtor to no man, and watch as God supplies all your needs according to His riches and glory, in Jesus Christ. If God calls, He also will provide all your needs.

Now if I can just remember that the next time the plumbing leaks. Or I offer to fix something I shouldn't. Self inflicted wounds hurt the most. Trust God. Self inflicted blessings are much better, but still no comparison to what God has planned for us.

And that leaves more time to go riding. Now that's a blessing!

love with compassion,

Mike

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"have it His way..."

Face it, you live in a hamburger, fries, and a Coke world. The most basic of American meals, except to the straying Vegan, we all worship at the altar of ground beef. Add in fried potatoes-we used to call them French Fries, and a Coke, or diet, and you have the most basic of all meals served in America. Ever have a Big Mac attack? Sometimes you just have to have those two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun. Which Bob's Big Boy perfected years before the Kroc invasion. But just having the desire for a burger can confuse the palate for which one it will take to satisfy the taste buds at that particular moment.

Why does a Double Double taste so different than a Steak and Shake burger? What makes Wendy's so desirable sometimes? How come Five Guys customers wait in line for 30 minutes? It's all meat isn't it? Why when going through New Mexico last week did I have to have a Lot A Burger, with green chile, at Blakes? Why does a burger from my friends at White Diamond in Clark sound so good? Do you think it's possible to sneak a White Castle bag of burgers past my wife? Did you know they are steamed? Different choices for different moods and tastes, yet only Burger King advertises "have it your way." Which only confuses me.

With all these choices to make, why do so many stick with Mickey D's when a Bakers is just next door? Or travel from coast to coast, eating their fine, paper wrapped cuisine, when there are so many other choices, and better ones at that? It seems that when away from home, there is a security in eating at Mick's. You may not care for a rubbery cheeseburger, but at least you know what to expect. What would, or could happen if I stopped at a What a Burger, and it wasn't? What if I was from California, and they put mustard on my burger, and ketchup on my hot dog? Could I survive the insecurity that would come from that first bite? What if-it was different? But what if, it really tasted better, and I couldn't get one like that at home? Do I move? Give up burgers all together? So we stick with what is familiar, and in our world of domestic cuisine, never wander far from the golden arches. Never knowing, but always wondering, just like Columbus did, what if the world isn't really flat? What if local burgers have local flavor, and taste different? Would my friends believe me? How would I ever recover from my new found taste delight?

Believe it or not, we all walk by faith, even when it comes to a pattie of meat. We also walk by sight, smell, and how much does it cost, and how good are the fries. And our walk with Christ can get as boring as the same meal, night after night. When God provided manna for the Jews on their migration, they got bored with it. "Not Carl's Jr. again," they would complain. "Let's go back to Egypt, better food, and yes we are slaves there, but we can choose from the menu." Never trusting God to fully develop their taste buds for manna, and complaining instead of asking for a peek at the heavenly cookbook that came with it.

Today many mainline churches have gone the franchise route with God. Stay within the guidelines of the franchise, and you will be successful. Your attendance with be steady, your income will be sufficient, and no one will get upset with trusting God, they will be safe and secure within the religious experience you provide. But you will never know what God has for you. It takes a brave pastor to follow God. And go against his denomination. It takes a man of God to open communion to all believers, not just those who attend his church on a regular basis. It takes a man of God to trust God when God puts a new spirit in Him. When he could have a plain burger, but wants the Double Chubby Chuck relationship with God. For we truly walk by faith, trusting a God we can't see, feel, or touch, but who we know is there based on His spirit dwelling within us.

Are you getting fed, but leaving empty? Have memorized the menu, but never experienced a full meal deal? Why do your friends leave their church full and fed? Ask God. Tell Him you want more than the basics given out in repetition. You want the biggest, juiciest burger of God available. You want all the blessings, and yes, all the calories too. You want to be overfilled, just like your milkshake glass. But by the spirit of a living God. You want more Jesus than you ever had, and less religion. When asked if you had enough, be free to answer, "I want more!" And then let God fill you in ways you never thought possible. Leave church full, but with a "I can't wait for Wednesday night" attitude, still hungry so that you need another spiritual meal by Wednesday. Just enough flavor left in your beard, so you just have to have more. Become involved, instead of just a steady customer. Eat from the tree of life seven days a week, and experience new and exciting meals other churches tell you don't exist. Be brave enough to know all the songs without the songbook. Then, hand me a menu God, I want more!

And forget about going back into captivity-you have found the freedom in Christ that He promises to each one who calls on Him. And don't keep this new found freedom within the four walls of the church. Cruise the drive-up-get Jesus to go, and take his love outside of a building. Never forget, he is a God on the go, or you never would have gotten to where you are going in the first place. Or where you are going to go from here. Don't be a Jack in the Box Christian-take Jesus with you wherever you go. Share a burger of His love with a friend, and watch as you both never hunger and thirst again. He has been known to feed the 5000 more than once. With short supplies. No other franchise can do that. Don't you think He has a meal just for you? You will never know if you don't ask. Jesus Christ-still the best and only real meal deal out there. Make Him personal today.

Hey, can I have fries with that?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

no Monopoly on grace

I used to love to play Monopoly. You know, the game born out of the depression, that allows you to buy properties, then charge rent when others land on them. It must have been fun for Depression era families to play, exacting money from their playmates, getting a break from the real world where they had to pay to others. A source of relief, even if it was just a game. And available today in versions from Harley to Barbie. The games have changed, just not the rules.

Which we used to make up, for us. Rules like the $100 bill on Free Parking, and paying all fines to the middle. And winning the pot when you landed on it. Not found in the rules. How about $100 for snake eyes? Nope. Three straight doubles and you go to jail? Can't find it. Mortgage all your properties, yet still collect rents? Now that's real life, isn't it? Just not in the rules. And so maybe Monopoly, but not its rules, really does duplicate real life.

And I find many wishing to make up rules, or bend them for their own benefit. Some are sad, and some are sadder. I got a prayer request about a man this week. He has health problems from being 200 pounds overweight. He lost his job, so lost his health insurance. He has so many tickets, he can't pay them. His divorce has caused relationship problems, affecting his family. My first thought when I responded was, these are all self inflicted wounds. And I was told no, that this man knows the Bible, and is well respected among the church. Then I really cheesed them off by saying he has a pride problem. No reply to that one-yet. For like those of us making up rules to the games, he is making up rules for his life. Based on pride, which is very subtle, but always denied when confronted. And always ends is disaster.

I watched as Congressman Weiner got caught in an adulterous affair with numerous women on Twitter. When caught he claimed full responsibility, a noble thing. But didn't apologize, or even change his heart. Now that he claims full responsibility for one sin, and then lying to cover it up, he wants life to go on as normal. I'm just glad I didn't vote for him, or marry a guy like that. What kind of lessons did he teach his kids in this? Don't be stupid, you won't get caught. That's nice.

I also went to a funeral of a friend this week. Her husband, an obnoxious drunk, blamed her family for her death. And did everything he could to keep them out of the service. Cruelty, even in the face of death, I cannot even imagine what she went through living with him. All over money, her dad's, and how he was out to get it. No morals, no rules, not even a plan. Just greed, to the point of having a full on Catholic service, just to make her family sit through it and show how religious she was. Catholic or not, I would be embarrassed if I was called to be part of this. And I am sure the priest would have refused the request if he knew the hatred behind it. Using the name of God in vain, God, who is love. Do you think there were any blessings there?

And these three examples make me sad. I am not impressed by those who know the word, but live the word. This man with the self inflicted wounds needs to repent. Turn to God, and go the right direction. Weiner-repent. Turn from your evil ways, and choose God. And widower, turn from your greed to God, for when you die you will leave the same amount your wife did-everything!

And yet, in every instance, pride goes before the fall. And it still raises its ugly head to me everyday. You think you are so holy, aren't you? No-I realize I can screw up at any moment. But I turn to God for help, and forgiveness. I truly know that the more I learn, the less I find I know. I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me, but nothing without Him. And any success I have in ministering is really Jesus, shining His light through me in that situation. Sometimes despite me. I cannot heal the sick, or raise the dead. Or have faith to move mountains. But I know Him, and He does and can. Isn't it about time you realize it really is all about Him, and not you?

Pray for these mentioned above, for God finds no joy in the death of the wicked. And we all can hit the stupid button at any moment. Trust God, who loves us despite us. Who wishes to lead the overweight man to lose weight, to see his debts paid, and for his family to be reconciled. He wishes for Weiner to be an example of love covering a multitude of sin, and how Jesus can change a heart. And he wishes for greed to leave and give way to giving, where the real riches and blessings are. And in every case, it is up to these people to turn to God, repent, and follow Jesus. Simple enough, even a biker can do it.

Life isn't Monopoly, you can't change the rules to suit you or your situation. But you can start over from scratch, and that chance is given to you right now by the God of the universe Himself. A rule change will not change your heart, but a change of heart sure will change the rules. It is called mercy and grace-given in abundance, from a God who loves you just as you are. And who proves it daily in His love for you.

A hotel on Boardwalk won't get you into heaven. And no card will get you out of jail, free. Life is not a game. It is better to live by grace than rules. For if not for God's grace, there go I.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

pet peeves

Whoever started the rumor that dog was man's best friend was pretty close when they made the call. For throughout the ages, mine at least, dogs have been a loyal companion, a hero at times, there when no one else would be, and like the saying says, a friend. And many famous dogs, courtesy of Hollywierd, have become famous. Rin Tin Tin, Bullet, Scooby Doo, and of course Lassie, who never seemed to be far from danger when it occurred. Which makes you wonder, was the dog cursed? Why was it she was always there when danger occurred? But from mine explosions to runaway bulls, Lassie would save the day, and in less than 30 minutes, and at no cost to the taxpayer. Where is she now that we need her most?

But forgotten in this legacy of canines, goes a non-descript dog from Kansas, that preceded all of the above. Going by the simple moniker of Toto, he was not only all of the above, but well travelled too. So how could we have overlooked this furry little dog, so underestimated that his legacy is reduced to one sentence from Dorothy, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Which he already knew, by the way, for he was no dummy.

And it was after they landed in Munchkin land, and took up with her three, new outcasts, that his true character began to show. The Scarecrow who needed a brain-Toto already had one. He slyly looked behind the curtain to see the sham of a Wizard, if ever a wiz he was, Toto was more. He was able to unmask him, and allow the others to get their wishes. Stealth and cunning, he was also the first to find the Wicked Witch of the East. They don't make dogs like that in Hollyweird anymore.

The Tin Man only wanted a heart, again Toto had him beat. He stood by Dorothy when she was scared, and took her famous somewhere over the rainbow ride with her. And when no one else stood by her, he was ready to leave town with her-add adventurous to his credit list.

Ahh, the Cowardly Lion. Had it not been for Toto, who unmasked the great and powerful Oz, he would be still hiding in the forest. It took Toto's courage to make the Wicked Witch of the West proclaim, "I 'all get you, and your little dog too." If he was not a threat, why mention him? And he wasn't afraid to lead the way to Emerald City either. And when it came time for the balloon to leave, ran off the cat, and saved Dorothy from a ride to oblivion. Rescued finally by Glenda's words, "there is no place like home," which again Toto knew.

But few remember him as a fashion plate. So next time all you trendy types follow the latest 45 minute fad, and think you are so cool with a purse dog, remember it was Toto who started the craze. he was the first purse dog, way cooler than these rat sized, dog imitators that the trendy crowd insists on carrying. He rode on the back of bikes in baskets, and on the journey of a lifetime on the Yellow Brick Road-in a purse, carried by Dorothy. Take that Rodeo Drive, take that Guess jeans, and take that all you ego fed, trend following, imitators. Your purse dog style was originated in Kansas, by a farm girl, with a non-descript Cairn terrier, who looked more like a mutt. Maybe Dorothy was right, for looking back at what she started, truly Toto, you ain't in Kansas anymore. What a long strange trip it has been.

You see, Toto could have basked in all the fame, but like Abram, and his strange trip to Sodom, wanted nothing from the King, and chose not to ally himself with him. He would not accept even the smallest gift, thread from a flip flop, so he would not be in debt to him. Or owe him a favor in the future. for like Toto, Abram had character, but more importantly, he had Melchizadek's visit to intercede. He had the assurance from God that all would be taken care of him, just trust God. And I think the end justifies the means, as Abraham, his new name, made him Father Abraham-the patriarch of the Jews. Excuse me king, now what was it you have to offer?

Today you will be offered many things. Things that may sound good, that may bring you glory and recognition. Remember Toto. Unheralded, and more famous than all other screen dogs combined. And let your Abram experience with God remind you that it is all about Jesus, and not you. For if you believe in Him, you too shall do greater things, just like He promised.

Maybe dog is man's best friend, but I like it when God is my best friend. Jesus calls me friend. I like that. What does He call you? And what do you call Him? Purse dog carriers, what's in your wallet?

Heaven awaits those that believe. Dogs in heaven? You know Toto, I just don't think we will be in Kansas anymore.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot

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we three kings...

Perhaps the best way to measure your success in life can be addressed by asking one simple question, "does the room get brighter when you enter it, or when you leave it?" And sometimes, we just don't need your help! Or desire it either. And as we watched from Joplin last week, a few events stood out in our memories, rooms, if you will, where we wish that a person would leave to brighten it, and times where we were glad to see help, and it brightened up the room.

Sadly the Pharisees are still alive and well in many churches. They wonder "how can God ever get things done without us?" And using their insensitive, and legalistic attitudes, remind us of why some people don't go to church. People don't have trouble with Jesus, but His fan club is notorious for running those in need off. Two examples, from one church. Three men who volunteered, one had the heart of God, the others the heart of a Pharisee. Your test, see which one you relate to.

A church in Tulsa had donated enough items for tornado victims it almost filled a 53' semi. We had formed firing lines, and were unloading anything from diapers, water, toilet paper, and hygiene items. We had organized pallets for each item, and then they were taken inside. hard work on a 90 degree, 90% humidity night, without lights, but the workers were eager, and we were gettin 'er done. When suddenly three men showed up. And in the midst of unloading this truck, wanted to call a meeting for volunteers. He had identified me as new, and said I had to go to the meeting. I replied, "I didn't drive 1600 miles to go to a meeting. We are here to help." When he again pushed the issue, I said "fine, I am no longer a volunteer. These people are my friends." And took off my name sticker. And the others assisting, said, "we're family!" And the truck driver and his wife said "yes, all these helpers are our family!" And as we continued to unload the truck, much to his dismay. I warned this man, "get out of the way, or you may get hurt," for these guys were handling two cases of water at a time, a work area where he could get hurt, not a scenario to prove your point. And so he left, and when I encountered him the rest of the night, he kissed up to me. Which I find even more reprehensible than his wanting to call a meeting. And I never did see him helping anyone.

The second man in the group, saw how it was a good thing to help, so joined in the line. And was doing OK until he came across a box marked plush animals. He then announced that toys were not allowed, and threw it over his head into an overfull dumpster. This group had decided to not accept toys, or blankets or things not in their factory wrappings. They were looking out for terrorist items! At which point, the truck drivers wife, who was next to me, started to cry. "I called ahead, and they said send toys for the children." The man never responded, except that the rules were the rules. I had opportunity to talk with her often after that, and she was so hurt by this callous man, and his rules. And unloving attitude. I cannot remember ever losing respect for someone so fast.

I assured her that this "cheese ball" of a person was wrong, and what she and her church did in love was right. God sees her attitude, but sadly He sees his too. Which one would He call good and faithful servant? And which one would He address as a Pharisee? But the damage had been done, and his sin had caused her to now have to forgive this callous Pharisee. There is no isolated sin.

The third man, was busy fixing plumbing in the only two bathrooms in the building. He and I had been talking, and when I told him of this he winced. "Mike, they only want boxed items. And yesterday I had a similar event happen to me. A little girl handed me a box of toys form her Sunday School class. When I saw them unwrapped, I told her that I would deliver them special, since they were given in such love. And I did. These people need love, not more rules." The little girl left smiling and making a difference. Encouraged to help others.

Two men, same scenario, one caught up in rules, the other in grace. One missed the blessing, one was part of the blessing. One had the heart of Jesus, the other the heart of a Pharisee.

What would your church have done? What would you do? Jesus got 'er done. Where sin abounded, His grace abounded even more. He handled things with compassion, thinking of the other person first. Sadly these two other men not only weren't a blessing, they robbed others of theirs. A lesson for those who are called to represent God. You see, if you have told others you are a Christian, they expect you to act like one. But if you act like one, when you add words they will have a stronger effect. And you don't have toa announce you are one.
For love covers a multitude of sins. Are your sins covered today? Maybe you need to let go and let Jesus change your heart. Terrorists in the rubble of a tornado? Doubtful. But the terror from not showing God's love can be just as tragic. You keep your rules, I'll keep my morals. You keep your programs and procedures, and I'll keep the Holy Spirit. For like a man once said, quoting the Bible without love is heresy. May God continue to forgive us all.

And whoever does this to the least of these people, does it to Jesus. You see, someone is always looking. Even in the midst of a catastrophe, Jesus still cares. Let Him care through you.

And both the room you enter, and the room you leave will be brighter. That's my decision. What's yours?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

last house on the right on Chris lane

After a night of no sleep, we met up with Tom and Tabitha from St. Louis. Fellow volunteers, they had also come to help, but were also not part of any group. Which put us at a disadvantage, as it seems to be part of a group was necessary to serve where we were. Good thing no one told us that last night when we were up past 230am, with Andrew leading a crew building a stage. So when I mentioned we pray, the three of us did, Andrew was out helping. We asked for God's direction, and to help us find someone to help. My prayer was immediately answered as Tabitha cried on my shoulder, "you are the first one I have seen praying since we arrived two days ago." So God had answered her prayer, by praying. And Tom told us The Bridge, a huge church, had Operation Blessing set up there, so we all went there to join up.

All the disorganization we had just left, was replaced by love and organization when we met the OB people. Filling out forms, for our benefit, not theirs, so they could attend to our medical needs, and also see what skills we had, within 10 minutes, a dozen of us, from five different states, were off after a short briefing with Sandy, who told us any injuries we may get they would attend to, including free tetanus shots. Just make sure to tell us-they were concerned for our safety. And so we were off to Chris Lane. Which after looking it up on Google Earth when we got home, had been a beautiful street with huge trees, and brick homes. A dead end, where neighbors knew each other, and it was a neighborhood. What we saw was much different. Yes, the homes were still there, sort of, but no evidence of brick. Or trees. Or neighbors. Except for two men and a young boy across from the house we were sent to clear.

I greeted them, his name was Tom, and he lived there, and the other man was his son, and his grandson Harley, 4 years old. Tom, his wife Margaret, and Harley had endured the tornado, laying on top of Harley in the hall. None were injured, but the home was totaled.

He had just retired as the IT teacher at the high school, and had Will, as a student. All his plans to retire were now changed due to the tornado. But he was full of the joy of the Lord, and was excited to share with me, so I let him. He showed me all the shop tools which had been his grandfathers, who was a wood worker. Somehow they had remained in the garage, although the door was somewhere next door. And he told me of his grandfather's watch, his prize, and how it was almost 100 years old, and damaged from when his grandfather had fallen on it. He had found the watch, which was displayed in a bell jar, just like my Grandpa's watch, but the glass cover was missing. He then offered me a tour of his home, or what was left of it.

Margaret was busy trying to find things, amidst broken furniture and debris. In the kitchen, a hole behind the refrigerator, where the storm had tried to suck it out. 2x4's were sticking through walls, like a pin cushion. He handed me a heavy ballast from miles away, that had come crashing through the ceiling. Cross stitching done by his wife, the set of 4, now 2, as only two remained. He showed me where they had layed down and covered Harley in the hall, only a few feet from where they had just been playing on the computer. The two bedrooms in the back of the house-unusable, but they were staying in the front two until they were able to move to Grand Lake. And then he showed me the watch, without the lens, and how sad he was it was missing. And then Margaret handed him the lens, intact, from the floor where she had just found it. Another prayer answered! And it fit perfectly!

Going outside, he showed us where seven huge trees were uprooted and had demolished a shed where he had all his brother's belongings. Which when shown to the chain saw guys, told him, "we'll get it clear, even if it takes all day." Which it probably did.

But it was time for physical work, so I asked him if I could pray for his family before going across the street, where he had rescued two women in their eighties. His face lit up between the tears, and he yelled for Margaret, "Mike wants to pray for us, get Harley!" And so the five of us gathered in front of what was once his home, and thanked God for their safety. And provisions. And the miracles He had performed. And between his tears, he thanked God for us-and this guy from San Diego who had come to help. Who had listened to him, and prayed with him. You see, so many times when you seek to be a blessing, God blesses you even more. And consistent with that, He did. A family of friends, where before we were just strangers separated by six states and 1600 miles. A disaster had brought us together. We had Jesus in common, and that was all that mattered. And I know that even though the road ahead may be rough, they will be OK. They are trusting God, a beautiful example of love rising from the ruins, and an example to Harley. And whoever else watches.

Too often we step over the Lazarus God has put in front of us. We need to remember that the best place to start to minister is where we are, and who is in front of us. Tom had made my day, and I had made his, just by listening. He had taken me into his heart, and his home, and shared intimate details with this stranger, who now he calls friend.

From Tabitha's tears, to the promise of clearing the trees to the shed, I saw God at work. Just by being there, and being available. No sermons, no theological discourses, and no denominational barriers. Just Jesus, the same Jesus who had taken Tom and his family through the storm, now ministering to us who were there to help after it.

Chris Lane, I'm gonna miss it. And although I never met the neighbors, feel right at home there. Thanks to Tom and his family. And to Harley-you see Tom had always wanted a Harley to ride, but instead chose to give him a Harley to love, and protect. Another miracle, from a God who hears, and answers far above all we could ask for, or imagine.

Good thing we prayed, huh Tabitha?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

it's 543pm, do you know where your neighborhood is?

We never did hear her name. To Nick and his family, she was Grandma. To her sister Gladys, 101 years old, she was her sister. But to us, on Memorial Day, she took on a special meaning. While so many were off and enjoying a three day weekend, and hopefully honoring those who gave their lives for our country, Andrew and I were in Joplin, assisting the tornado victims. We had worked with Operation Blessing, but this day we chose to go out on our own, there is no limit to the destruction we saw. Driving down a street, no signs, as they were blown away, we saw a group of people starting to clean up this woman's home. It had been leveled, as had the entire neighborhood for as far as we could see, and when we offered to help they accepted.

But where do you start? We decided to find the sidewalk, and then work towards the house, or foundation, as that was all that was left. With two ladies raking and shoveling, we started throwing logs, debris, and wood onto a pile, which someday will be removed. With winds at 45mph, throwing a 2x4 would cause it to sail 8' off course. But we got to the house, and started sifting through the rubble. The owner, Grandma, had been found alive in a shower enclosure, which had then buckled around her. She was OK, but the house was gone. I can't describe the feeling of what we were doing, but at times it felt so helpless, as over 8000 homes, and 300 businesses were like Grandma's home. And it was when Andrew found her kitchen clock, stopped at 5:43, that it hit home-this was somebody's home! And we could not imagine the sheer terror she went through. And at 543pm, her world literally came crashing down around her. The winds, 200 mph, were so strong, that you weren't even sure what you were cleaning from her property was hers. And a true sense of destruction set in, when the smell of a rotting animal was found. 911 was called, and fortunately it was not a body, just cat, and not hers. But the smell of death was everywhere. Add to that some 8000 refrigerators with rotting food, asbestos and fibreglass in the air, and you had to be there. Wood, hay and stubble only glorify it. Just breathing the air sometimes would sicken you. But while we volunteered muscle, others brought by drinks. Two older woman came buy and gave us cold wash rags-a blessing. A man with his young son gave us Otter Pops. We had many snacks, and even some laughs in this somber scene. But Grandma was OK, physically, only God came cure all the other things. And we saw many miracles, just like this one first hand.

So what should you do? What can you do? PRAY! And pray again, this is so far from over, don't even think of rebuilding. How do you clear 72 square miles of ruin? We saw an area 12 x 6 miles just like this. But we also saw so many out volunteering, and assisting neighbors. One house we cleared had us with people from five states-all there because we cared. But you can also support Operation Blessing, and Samaritan's Purse. The many Christian ministries we saw in action overwhelmed any FEMA presence. But you can go to Joplin. Bring a place to stay, as there are no rooms, or motel rooms, or apartments. We slept one night on cots. Bring wheelbarrows, shovels, chain saws, and a desire to help. No pretty boys here. Even a guy nicknamed Princess, was up to waist in debris. Volunteers are needed-NOW!

But be reminded that God is giving us a warning of things to come. And only in Him, will you be safe. And hopefully not here, for as we see Bible prophecies as news, we don't even have to read the Bible anymore to realize times are short.

I will be happy to share with anyone or all our trip. A special time for my son Andrew and I, a time we will never forget. Maybe your next family outing may be to Joplin, where the memories will go beyond Kodak deep, but touch your life forever.

Just some people whose names I can't remember. But we became friends that day on a battlefield called life, in a disaster area called Joplin. What part of being your brother's keeper don't you understand?

5:43pm still happens daily. Andrew and I will never forget that.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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