Jesus the cave man

When asked why Star Trek was such a success, Gene Roddenberry explained that he took contemporary circumstances, and put them into a space environment. We could relate to them! What a simple, yet successful premise. Even worked for George Jetson, his boy Elroy, daughter Judy, and Jane his wife. And at the other end of the time line, and in the first prime time cartoon, were the Flintstones, the MODERN, stone age family. Based on the Honeymooners, Fred was Ralph Kramden, the big hearted, big mouthed, idealistic buffoon always looking for the way to a better tomorrow. And we can associate with Fred and Ralph, for we all have times of lousy bosses, in laws that interfere, lack of money, bad bowling nights, and all the other daily battles we engage in that we refer to as life. We were right there with Fred. Right there in the Rubble with Barney. HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!

Which always amazed me at how the writers were able to adapt today's situations to the stone age. The future was an unknown, but the past we all knew about dinosaurs. So whereas Roddenberry used his talents and applied them to the future, Hanna and Barbera applied them to the past. And two iconic shows were created, both popular 50 years later because we still can relate to them today.

That was why Jesus taught in parables. Far from the scriptural discussions and lessons inside the temple with the Pharisees, Jesus taught those outside the temple in parables. So we would get it, and relate to them, and Him. So we could see love, grace, and mercy through prodigals, invitations not accepted, and seed not bearing fruit. Wages that seemed unfair, and the foolishness of trusting in riches. We can all relate to having these go on in our lives, and through the Holy Spirit can be brought closer to God when reading them.

But not many realize that Jesus was a cave man. Not modern like the Flintstones, but a cave man just the same. From the night He was born, remember there was no room at the inn, and He was born in a stable-which was a cave where the animals were kept, to His burial in a cave, He was a cave man to the end. He was born in a rented cave, and was buried in a borrowed cave-and neither could hold Him. For He knew better than we ever will how temporary life on earth really is. He had no real estate holdings, luxury mansions, or 737's so He could fly anywhere without the humiliation of public travel. He never held a telethon, never threatened to go off the air if you didn't send Him money, never went on a book tour, and never asked for money. It was all temporary to Him, and it should be to us too. No matter what your belief, death is a 100% fact. It is what you believe, and in whom you believe that makes a difference. Only Jesus will get you to heaven. Be warned, hell is not temporary!

Three days after the Good Friday night that He was buried in, the cave/tomb-it was found empty. He was resurrected, just like He promised those that believe in Him will be. From the rented cave of His birth, to the borrowed cave of His death, all His promises are "yes and amen." One promise we overlook is that He tells us we shall do all the things He did, and even more. We too are only here temporarily, He even calls our bodies tents-temporary dwellings. We too can see the miracles He performed, and be involved in them ourselves. And we too shall be resurrected with Him. Eternal life, with a cave man. Did you ever hear anyone name and claim that? Would you ever consider serving someone who was born and buried in a cave, man?

Maybe that is why the gospel is so simple, even a cave man can understand it. When faced with heaven, what else can we say but to echo Fred, "YUBBA DUBBA DO!!!" What do you say? He was born in cave, man, and was buried in a cave, man, and was resurrected from a cave, man. Trust God-and have a YUBBA DUBBA DO GOOD TIME!

Ironically the Flintstones never lived in a cave. You don't have to either, someone has taken your place. Jesus Christ-a true cave man. That's someone I can relate too!

love with compassion,

Mike

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billions served

In a designer world of food, I am proud to say I am a meat and potatoes man. Blame it on my mother's pot roast, I can still hear the pressure cooker sizzling, and smell the meat and carrots and potatoes. So m and p it is for me. Meatloaf with melted cheddar cheese on top and scalloped potatoes at Lucille's on old Route 66 in Oklahoma. A sizzling steak with a baked potato at Cattleman's. Or the chicken fried steak at Lamberts with mashies-I am and p man for all seasons. But in So Cal, when you talk meat and potatoes, it means a burger and fries. And within a 100 mile radius of Los Angeles, just after WWII some great burger stands opened, and still flourish today. Grab your napkins, and let's check them out-

Tommy's-#3 with extra chili and onions. Great chili, big portions, and a standard since 1946, starting from one stand. Finally...now in San Diego. They use paper towels for napkins, need I say more?

Bakers out of San Berdoo-first double kitchen since 1952. Theresa likes their shredded beef burrito, for me a Papa burger please, supersized with the 1/2 pound of fries. Local to the area only, but only an hour by motorcycle. Great reason to get out of town.

Foster's Freeze since 1946. Can you say chocolate dipped cone? Added burgers and fries later, great locally owned for a cheap meal. It's ok to have the cone first-think of it as a three course meal, with all the important food groups.

Carl's Jr. still charbroils their burgers. Since 1946, first taste of California we used to encounter riding from Durango. When eating at the one in Phoenix, I got hooked on Western Bacon Cheeseburgers-bbq sauce instead of ketchup. With an onion ring.

The Double Double at In and Out still makes mouths water since 1946. The most asked for burger for those coming home, or getting out of jail or the hospital. The smell when riding by is intoxicating, and I'll have a strawberry shake-made with real ice cream. Killer fries, always a line, but worth the wait. Add onion, or go animal-the best in So Cal.

Mc Donalds, yeah that one. Started on Route 66 in San Berdoo, just like Bakers, Taco Bell, and others, and was the original fast food burger. The food that introduced me to 1.6 ounce burgers, and warm lettuce. Today prices are high, portions small, and they are trying to reinvent themselves as a Mac Cafe. The standard for fries, and sometimes you just have to have a Big Mac! Last on my list, but the largest in the world. Until In and Out goes nationwide.

Jack in the Box is San Diego based, too bad the food isn't as good as their commercials. Still a Sourdough Jack is never a bad choice. Too mainstream like Mickey D's. Original stand on El Cajon Blvd. is now a taco hut. Figures.

Bob's Big Boy is still serving their double burger, in a restaurant setting. The original they claim. Who from the forties remembers, or cares? And we could also include The Hat for pastrami, "World's Best" the sign says, for my taste it is. How about Taco Bell, Glen Bell, another San Berdoo boy who when encouraged by his friend Glenn Baker of Baker's fame grew and sold out to Pepsi, now YUM Foods. And the local list goes on and on.

So beware when you accuse someone of only being a meat and potatoes man. You are showing a lack of style when it comes to the most basic of the food groups. There is much more than meets the eye-or stomach. Jesus is like that too. Just a man some say. Some just consider Him a myth, or a legend, although contemporary historians talked of Him. Just a teacher, or rabbi, He was , but was the Rabbi of Rabbis. The ultimate, for He taught from a first hand basis. A great prophet? True, He did reveal many mysteries, and talked of the future. He was even the fulfillment of prophecy over 200 times. But He was who He said He was-the Son of God. Who was born of a virgin, died on the cross, and then rose after three days. Any one of those a boast by itself, He did all three! Meanwhile He healed the sick, raised the dead, gave sight to the blind, made the lame to walk, and is the only way to God. The Savior of the world. Just a man?

So let's meet over a burger and fries and share Jesus with you. In love. Your choice, just like when it comes to Him. More than just meat and potatoes, let's add a milk shake and have a true discussion of Jesus. Using the Bible as a reference. But no preaching. We can call it fellowship, but Jesus says wherever two or more are gathered in His name it is church. Burger church. Pass the fries, rather than the collection plate. For Jesus loved to eat too. And when we pray before the meal, we have invited Him to eat with us. And even In and Out puts scripture references on the bottom of their cups! And He has served more than Mc Donalds!

A burger, fries, and a shake-the trinity of meals. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit-the trinity of God. Just meat and potatoes? Add a bun, for God tells us that man doesn't live by bread alone. Or Big Macs. Worship the Lord while eating at your favorite burger stand today, and you will never eat alone. Yup, call me a meat and potatoes man. Praise the Lord, and pass the ketchup, please!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthw25biker.blogspot.com

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love to ride, ride to love

Before I ride with someone for the first time, I like to ask them questions. How fast and how far are we going? Freeways or backroads? How many in the group? And then I make the final decision whether to ride with them or not. How fast can mean 55mph on a freeway-"gotta obey the law," they say, as cars go whizzing by giving us dirty looks, and how far can mean 50 total, or 200 miles to get there. Freeways-sometimes you just gotta, but back roads are still the best. And then the how fast issue-some can't handle turns, or have even come to the point in their riding where they enjoy them. Lean? Are you crazy? How many in the group is usually my excuse to go by myself. Sadly we have taught ourselves to be courteous to the slowest rider, dumbing down our speed and skills, when they should attempt to get better. I thought courtesy worked both ways. And why, I ask, do some take their only day off to ride, and ride with someone too slow, on roads they hate, and never leave the neighborhood? And grouse about it all week, until they repeat the same exercise the next weekend? Fun? Not for me!

With so many roads to ride, places to eat, and places to see you need to have a sense of adventure. A desire for more than what you already know, and more than where you have already been. Where does that road go? I wonder how good are the burgers there? Maybe let's spend the whole day riding-not stopping and talking every 45 minutes-we do call it a ride don't we? And when you do, you learn more about yourself also. How after 500 miles, a good meal can revive you, and how a strange bed can let you sleep so well. How waking up in a different place changes your whole attitude on today's ride, a cool morning on the road is invigorating, when the same temperature at home would let you stay there. Knowing in an hour it will be hot, so you ride to an unknown diner, and eat their specialty, and then back on the road, full and comfortable. And excited...the road lies ahead! And then you repeat the process, wishing you had more time-a weekend suddenly isn't enough. And end up passing on the same old rides your friends take. And when they wonder "what's the matter with you, is he crazy?" you know it is really what is the matter with them. And you can only hope they break out of their miserable syndrome of the same road, the same diner, with the same people. Realizing they may be crazy-the definition of insanity is doing the same thing, but expecting different results. It takes a miracle sometimes, or maybe just a simple invitation, maybe they are just waiting for you to ask.

The early church faced a similar situation. They were comfortable where they were. But God had told them to take the gospel on the road-to all nations. Jerusalem, your local roads. Judea-maybe a long day trip. Samaria-how about a 500 mile day, with an overnight? But since they resisted, He let persecution come upon them, so they had to flee, sometimes for their lives, but stayed true to God as they went. That is how the gospel spread. And that is the way to "preach the gospel everyday." As you go, let it be your example. Anyplace you encounter someone else, you have the chance to share Jesus. Maybe not by words but by attitude. Maybe not by your colors or shirt, but by your actions. Someone is always listening, I know I will be surprised in heaven when someone says I heard you talking about Jesus at the bike shop, or diner, or wherever....it is how you respond to them, how you interact. I have even found that just giving them a card after talking with a "call me if I can ever help" has led many to call for prayer-or to call with prayer for others. So many fail when they think that evangelism is inviting people to church. I have never met anyone who at sometime in their life didn't have a problem with church-or the people. Be a friend first-or don't you remember that Jesus calls us friend? Do you listen more easily to your friend, or would you rather argue with your enemy?

Listen to others. Show love, compassion, empathy, before you speak. Or advise. Jesus may have taught in the temple, but He ministered out on the streets. With whoever He met. Not a heavy theological diatribe to impress, but simple signs of concern showing He cared. Meeting them where they were, how they were, and with what they needed. He called it love. Don't you love to ride? Maybe there is something to spreading the gospel....

Today we are the temple that the Holy Spirit dwells in. Take the temple to others. Ride with them, listen to them, and sit and eat with them. What a blessing to those who are Christian bikers that we get to ride as we spread His gospel. That we have the freedom of the road, in the spirit, and that truly there are so many roads, and so little time.

So quit bragging about what a great rider you are-show me. And quit bragging about all the things you know about God-show me. Just simply love me. Keep it simple, and keep it on the way to your next destination. All my roads eventually lead to heaven. It's time to show the lost the real road to Christ. No preaching-let the spirit flow through you. Bring the church to them. Be the church, that refreshing water we all thirst for.

Never ever has there been a better time to ride and share Jesus. Now, where are you going to ride today? I hear there is this great road out of Judea, goes through Samaria...as you go, preaching the gospel, only using words when needed. Wanna ride?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

the parts store

Old question from the seventies-How many people does it take to change a light bulb? Answer-it depends on how much the bulb really wants to change!

My mission last Wednesday was to fix little things on the company fleet that I had been neglecting. With winter temps and rain coming our way, it was time to get the S-10 and Uncle Buck ready to drive, when needed. Changed the oil and air filter on the Chevy, and decided to replace the headlight that was filled with water. So down to the auto parts store I go-trip one. Air filter-only took two tries. "I don't care if that is what the computer says-" as he hands me a round filter-"the one in my truck is square," so back to the computer, and looking it up correctly this time, finds the right one-at two times the price of the wrong one. Now for headlights.

"It's a 9003," he says as I stop him in midstride. I used to sell car parts-this is an old style sealed beam, not a bulb for sculptured lights. Again the computer excuse, then try two tells him its the square one. So I ask him, and he swears it is the right one-until I get home and it isn't. So jumping into Uncle Buck, my 1990 Ford Crown Victoria LX, I drive back and get the right one-after I called and the manager explains to me he has the right one I need. "Been doing this for 20 years." Didn't say if he had gotten it right yet. So exchanging sealed beams, I decide to replace the one on the Ford. "Give me two," and I'm off. Chevy done, lights work, all is well in the driveway. Onto Uncle Buck. But the sealed beam is wrong. Remember the old days when Ford and Chevy were still big enough to do things their way, even when the parts were the same? Well they obviously were still big in 1990, because although the bulbs fit, they used a different plug. So...back again after calling, and being on hold for over 8 minutes. They had it waiting, were apologetic, and we all learned something that day. I wish patience had been one of them, but I was reminded how perseverance can be a key to success when all other talents fail. And as we drove to church that night in Uncle Buck, I could see the road-I had lights! In one day I had brought light to both a Ford and a Chevy-they all got along. Never imaginable just a generation ago, but in today's world, they were at peace. And although I hear this Japanese company Toyota wants a piece of them....I'll stick with my made in the US of A products!

Have you ever given good advice only to see the person fail when it wasn't taken? Have you ever been given good advice and not taken it? And wondered why it cost more in time, money, and aggravation? Remember this when sharing Jesus with someone. And remember how long it took you. All the "intelligent" arguments you had, until you saw the light-no pun intended. So be aware next time you share. It isn't about your great Bible knowledge, where you go to church, your "gift" for evangelism, or anything you can do on your own. It is about Jesus. It is the Holy Spirit that changes hearts, and lives-not you. The great commission isn't to argue them into heaven-sadly this is misquoted, you are to disciple them after they get saved. Which can be a harder job-because there again it takes the Holy Spirit to guide them into all knowledge. So remember, when asked how many people does it take to make someone a Christian, it only takes one-the Holy Spirit! You can't save anyone! So be thankful that Jesus does change lives. Not by might-even though your arguments are sound and good, not by power-even though the promises are true, but by His spirit-the only thing that can save us! For change comes about from within, and affects without, not the opposite. And just a note of reminder-once you start to argue, stop! Just the argument shows you have lost it! So...let God do God's job, and watch as lives change-just like yours did when He saved you.

Patience leads to salvation-God's patience. Perseverance is not a bad thing-it just doesn't save, only Jesus does. And a note to us all-it only took three times to get the right lights-asking the right questions could have saved me two trips. So ask! And seek the truth!

God loves questions-it's up to us to go with His answers. Which by the way, are always right-the first time! Now, how much do you really want to change?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

Mo'Jesus not Motown

John Kruk, ex-Padre and professional ballplayer, one time was asked by a woman at the airport if he was an athlete. "No mam, just a ballplayer." Good answer. So I just love it when this happens to me. I have on a Triumph t-shirt, with my Triumph leather jacket over it. Standing by my Triumph. "What kind of motorcycle do you ride?" she asked. As "like, duh" rings in my ears, I choose silence, hoping for no more questions, but based on her first question I knew they are coming. So as she asks "do you ride a Harley?" I decide to fight back. The other day when a woman asked me that question, putting down my helmet, I told her I didn't ride, I just found the jacket. And she wanted to know where did I find it? Sometimes there is no winning, so I just smiled, got on the Triumph and rode off. Knowing that somewhere out there, she has team mates, and they always seem to find me. Where is the target on me? Why could she see the jacket, but not the words on it? What would Kruk have answered?

What is Winnie the Pooh's middle name? How many cans in a six pack? Is the Pope Catholic? Obvious answers. Ever wonder why you couldn't see the invisible man? Because he was invisible! Yet put clothes on him, and wrap his hands and face, and you could see him-or the image of him. Now do you believe? Yet so much is visible and we choose not to. By the way, the T in Ragland T. Tiger stood for Larry, his father couldn't spell. That's his excuse, I'm not interested in yours.

Maybe that was why when Marvin Gaye sang "Heard it Through the Grapevine," we should heed his words, "believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear." Confused, he then pleads "if it's true please tell me..." After that advice? Yet-even rock lyric truth can be suspect when it comes to reality. And when trying to share God-who you can't see, feel, taste, touch-but hear, Marvin's advice may be more relevant than you think. That is why we are told that without faith it is impossible to please God. For instance-

The more people try to disprove the Bible, the more they end up proving it. Science can show why evolution is a theory, and not a fact. It can even prove there was a flood. Josephus, a historian, the contemporary of Jesus, substantiates that Jesus was alive-a real person. Even atheists believe he may have been a great teacher, or rabbi, and even the Muslims will concur with that. But God? He was seen by over 500 after being resurrected, by those who believed and those who chose not to. Just like he said He would do. And hundreds of prophecies foretold hundreds of years ago have come true, some to the exact date. Yet-many don't believe. Maybe, we are still victims of Marvin's lyrics, and don't realize it-yet. Maybe we believe the wrong half of what we see.

So I ask, why can't you see the Holy Spirit? First, because He is a spirit. Second, how many heard Jesus teach, saw His miracles, and were fed by Him-they could even tell what He looked like, and one even ate his last dinner with Him, yet seeing wasn't believing for them. The Bible paints a beautiful picture of Him, yet no pictures exist-no camera phones yet. When God talks of blindness He is talking of more than a physical condition-it is one of the heart, the soul. So He gave us faith, to believe the truth. It is based on who Jesus is, not what we do. And based on what He did, not who we are. Just a little faith goes a long way. Believing with our heart, and confessing with our mouth, that Jesus is who He says He is-the Son of God! Then we are saved! Not understanding, not requiring feats of faith to prove to others-but just believing. No paperwork or club to join. No volunteering to prove it. Just believe and receive! SEE!

And we don't save people! Contrary to church sermons, denominational doctrines, and lies-only God can save. And the only way to Him is Jesus. That is why we call Him Savior! The great commission is not us saving anyone, just us being a witness so others can see Jesus in us. The Holy Spirit points the way, and then convicts us of our sin. He then has us to disciple, teach, and fellowship with new and other believers so we are strengthened by Him. All without ever seeing who we are believing in! Too bad Marvin never got this.

While the world states "seeing is believing," God says "believing is seeing." While the world has faith in a switch to send light, we have the light that sends faith. The only switching we should be concerned with is switching to Jesus! So next time you are asked "are you a Christian?" don't just be wearing the t-shirt, or just carrying a Bible, or just be on the way to church. Stop and ask why they ask. Let God give them answers to their questions, and watch as the invisible becomes visible in their heart. As the spirit works a miracle right before your very eyes. Just show love, and care, and watch as God changes their heart. You just get to be the person God chooses to use. For somehow they saw Jesus in you, and not just the shirt. Share in love, for they have others out there like themselves. No coincidence God sends them your way. DUH!

And if you have told others you are a Christian, we all expect you to act like one. We shouldn't have to ask! Oh, and if you're wondering how I knew, "I heard it through the grapevine!" For you see, He means that much to me. And if you really care, why didn't you tell me yourself?

And that's why we have the Holy Spirit!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

judging a country by the grain of its people

How my dad ever got this book, Ford at Fifty, I don't know since he was never what you would call a car guy, or a Ford man. But I'm glad he did. In 1953, for their 50th anniversary Ford published this book, and it is an amazing look into America, its people, its past, and its future-from Ford's perspective. Concentrating on people, and how the Ford automobile has affected their lives, it showed hope for the future of the US of A. A hope we could all use today. Some excerpts-

Russ Bengel owns a manufacturing plant that supplies parts for new Fords. He brags that on a recent shipment of 6 million precision machined parts, the standard was 60,000 rejects, or 1%. He was proud of they actually found only 1300! And of 341,000 water pumps produced, only 36 rejects. That's 2/1000ths of a percent. American manufacturing at its best! And as ex-mayor of Jackson, he never gave a speech to run, he learned to make decisions by keeping his mouth shut-from his dad. To judge men by their character. His dad was a lumber buyer, and learned to judge lumber by its grain, and to judge men the same way, and has used it to find the best men for the right jobs.

Ben Johnson is profiled after 28 years with Ford. He plans to spend his retirement with his wife and grandson fishing, and eating picnic lunches. With his retirement checks each month, including Social Security, he takes home $145.10 per month. A far cry from when he started at 61 1/2 cents per hour, finishing at $2.001/2! Owns his own duplex too.

We also see how the local Ford dealership, Burton and White Motors of Sacramento were important to the community. Not only employing 84, up from 31 in 1946, the owners sponsor a Junior American League baseball team, and the owners are business and community minded-directors of the YMCA, the Red Cross, the Retail Merchants and the Retail Credit Associations.

This is the America I grew up in. It had a hope and a future, as promised by Jeremiah-if you sought God with all your heart. It was a sterling example of how God shed His grace on a country and its people, just like the words of the song declare. Of how when a country turns to God, He will prosper them. And using the example of Israel, He declares that whoever is Israel's friend He will protect, but whoever is her enemy, He will turn His back on. Today, at least on paper, we are the only ally Israel has. But sadly our actions and our attitudes tell a different story. And like the scripture says, unless we turn from our wicked ways, we shall perish. God wants to heal our land, to prosper us again, will you let Him heal your heart, and your land? It is personal, like the Ford stories, and begins one on one with Jesus. Will you turn to Jesus today while we can still look ahead? Before we can only look back?

Henry Ford once said "it is a poor business that makes only money." Russ Benton's dad judged men by their grain-their character. While we look on the outer man, God looks on the heart. Which scares me-for our hearts are so wicked we have become a country that worships more money, and will do anything for a dollar. Where men's character is compromised, until they get caught. But Jesus seeks to save that was lost. US!

Don't believe the ads that say "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." For God sees all, and we will have a day of accounting someday. Look around, it may be happening now! Trust God. If character is how we act when no one is looking, I shudder to think what God sees. But His love is true. And without qualification.

Be a person of character today. Trust God, and let Him lead your life. From womb to tomb, He loves you. Jesus taught in the temple, but ministered on the street. You do the same. Get out and into the community, be people of character while you still can. Let others see your light shine. The old Ford ad told us "there is a Ford in your future." Make sure that Jesus is in yours. Today.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the presence of cool

For me, it is that special moment in Bullitt, when the Charger driver looks into his rear view mirror and sees the Mustang. At that point he goes from the hunter to the hunted, and the chase begins. With no dialogue, and limited music-just the sound of the Mustang is music enough, we get to see how a star's presence makes the scene-without saying a word. Just like Duke Wayne entering a bar, and being outnumbered 10 to 1, you know 10 won't be enough to beat him. When Bogie's facial expressions say more to Ilsa in Casablanca than any words, you are sensing a presence beyond words. Watch Marilyn, she didn't need words, her sexiness exploded on and through the screen. Great personalities, great actors, and a greater screen presence. And Steve McQueen playing Det. Frank Bullitt proves it throughout the movie. You can't imitate cool. Can't teach it, imitate it, or fake it. Cool is a presence that must be-from deep inside the person. And can't be described.

Christians have cool about them too, or should. It is called the Holy Spirit, and is in each one of us who is saved. A presence, that without words, should tell the world we are different. That we belong to Jesus, and it should beg others to ask us what is different about us? And how can they get it. But many choose-it is our choice, to neglect the spirit, to try to live without it. They forget it was the Holy Spirit that pointed us to Jesus, reminding us of His love for us first. It was the Spirit that comforts us, prays for and with us, and never leaves or forsakes us. It gives us wisdom, words, and even insight when we need it. And it always points to Jesus, who always points us to the Father-God. A presence way beyond description-He is the person of love!

The spirit has come upon us, but we need to yield to it, trust it to have it be in us. Trust- the word that keeps us from a fuller relationship with God, for trust allows us to obey God, and not question Him. Trust allows us to follow God even when there is no evidence of Him. And to know that whatever happens, it will turn out for our benefit. That 's love-that's God! That's the Holy Spirit!

So worship Him in spirit-with your life. A prayer partner when alone, a comforter when not sure, and guidance when in the valley of the shadow of death. He is the table set before your enemies, and the joy that overflows from your cup in life. While we may still love, but not be in love, He is love. Unconditional. We may have happiness, but He is joy in the situations we rather not endure. And He is peace when all hell is breaking out around you. The Holy Spirit-do you trust Him?

Where the spirit of the Lord is there is liberty. A presence that is cool like Steve. In command like the Duke. Concerned but not worrying like Bogie, and can create desire far more than Marilyn. Is this presence in your life? Or are you to busy studying to be approved? Not a bad thing, but did you realize that without the Spirit the mysteries of God are not revealed? Remember before Christ how you didn't understand the Bible, but now you are getting it? That's the spirit! Don't you understand your actions are futile without Him?

Ask God today to fill you with His spirit. Trust Him like you never have before. And see how cool Jesus really is. Cool enough to fill any situation without overtaking it. Cool enough to change water to wine. Cool enough to heal the sick and give sight to the blind. Cool enough to die on the cross for us. Yet cool enough to call us friend. WOW!

Just a chase scene in Bullitt? Tell me then, is it about the cars or the guys driving them?

Hint-it's all about Jesus! Now that's cool, too cool for even words! Gentlemen-start your engines!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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while praying is your voice the only one you hear?

Last month I met a man for lunch whom I have known, but never gotten together with. While talking over burgers, he told me about a book he was reading to increase his prayer life. So I asked, "what book did you read so you could talk to me?" The puzzled look that followed confirmed the answer that he hadn't read one, and didn't need to. Didn't even think he might need one. Maybe even made him think, maybe I should have. So I asked, "then why do you need one to tell you how to talk to God?" You see, as personal as God wants to be with us, we fall back into worldly ways, or incorrect teachings from the pulpit, or legalistic advice that keeps us from God, and miss blessings from not allowing God to make it more personal and intimate. Are we so far from God we must take classes on how to talk to Him?

Imagine if you would, a person who calls every night at the same time. He goes on to tell you all his problems, whining and complaining, and then asks for your advice. As you get ready to answer him, he has to go-his favorite show is on, he has to get up early, etc... And hangs up before you can answer. And the process is repeated night after night. Sadly this resembles most peoples prayer life. Complaining to God, then asking for help, but NOT waiting for the answer. And then they wonder why God never answers their prayer.

Prayer has been defined as communication between God and man. I can go with that, but to many it is a monologue, they speak. God is supposed to listen, and it ends there. But true prayer is a dialogue, a two way conversation. One talks, the other listens. Then he responds, and the other listens. Spontaneous, not in five minute increments. I have heard pastors say talk to God for a few minutes, then listen. For five minutes. Would you talk to a friend that way? Then why do you talk to God like that? "OK God, five minutes is up, your turn."

So it is apparent that good listening may be at least as important as good speaking. And God is always telling us something via His spirit-are you listening? A simple fact check tells us we have two ears, but only one mouth. Should we listen twice as much? Is twice as much enough? Also you can control your mouth, but not your ears. Maybe, just maybe is God trying to tell you something?

Two years ago on the National Day of Prayer I met with others at the fountain at Escondido City Hall. We broke into groups, and were given a booklet of things to pray about. They asked me to lead a group, and when we got together we prayed differently than the others. We listened. For answers from God. As I explained that God already knows what we need, our situations, and our desires, it is us who need to wait on Him. To listen. So as we sat there quietly, you could tell by the few words spoken that our hearing was working. God was talking to us, better yet with us. We were having a personal dialogue with the Creator of the universe. And we all were blessed. And while others were still asking, we were receiving! We were listening to God! If it works in a crowd, imagine how it can work when alone!

God, please talk to us today. Give us ears to hear, just like Jesus said to the seven churches in Revelation. Help us to be more like you-patient, kind, and loving. Help us to desire that still, small voice that calls out to us. And while others ask, thank you for allowing us to receive.

Get to know God better by listening. Imagine how special you are to God that He would want to spend time with you. That's love. So listen. Just think, if it works with a loving God, what it can mean to others while listening to them? You may be able to minister to them more effectively. Why are you so sure God hears you when you don't listen for Him?Life isn't like Jeopardy, we don't have the answers, we have questions that need answers. Those that walk with God, and listen to Him in the Spirit, shall have the answers. The right answers.

Till the day you die, your hearing will be the last to go. God has so much to share with you, would you please shut up and listen? Might even change your phone habits at night. The line to God has no caller ID, He knows your name and voice. When praying, is your voice the only one you hear? True blessings come when you listen, know and recognize His.

love with compassion,

Mike

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til death do we unite

I read an old Road Rider yesterday that had story in it about Julius Kagel. Julius was a hard core motorcycle rider from Illinois, and was known within the touring community. The magazine was dated 1978, and he was a long time BMW rider. I even had the pleasure of meeting him once, when I lived back east, at the Marcus Dairy. The same one mentioned in those cool Kawasaki ads back in the early 80's. It was 1974, I had an R90S, and he came over and asked about it. He was about 80 at the time-an unbelievable age to a 21 year old at the time, and was dressed in his all black leathers-pants and jacket. He had probably at that point ridden more miles than I could ever dream of, and still rode all year round. His last major trip was touring Europe in 1973. Except when the storms of the Midwest prevented it, and then he studied maps and gathered information for his next trip that spring. He loved motorcycles, and he loved motorcycling. A true ambassador for the sport, and lifestyle. What a cool grandpa he must have been. And a much bigger influence on how and where I ride than I thought until I reread that article yesterday.

He loved to ride, loved the people, and loved the sport. As Christians we are told to be ambassadors of Christ. Says so right in the Bible. Which means we are to represent Christ. We are told that we should be known as Christians by our love, which should reflect God's love within us. We should love Jesus-He loved us first and died for us. But we often times have problem with His "fan" club. The religious types who are always willing to tell us how to live our lives, and give us more rules to do it. Personally, I rather trust God and walk in the spirit-and enjoy the freedom that God promises. It makes it easier to love God, and then I can love His people too. Even if it takes looking past their rules. But I also like being part of a strong church, one that is deeply rooted in the things of Christ, and being with others who wish to minister in the gospel. For it is only when in the spirit we can minister effectively, and it always goes back to Jesus. In the early church believers were part of what was called the Way, but then became known as Christians in Antioch-after Pentecost when the Holy Spirit had come upon the church. A form of ridicule at first, those of us are blessed to be known by it, and after 2000 years still face ridicule from those who are within and without the church. Bet you didn't think motorcycling was such a religious experience?

So we carry on, trying to love as Jesus did. Until we die, and then meet Him face to face in heaven-eternally. Our eternal reward, and entering it with the love of Jesus in our lives. Doing the things we wish to be doing-walking in Christ. Julius' wish was to be able to ride until the day that he died. Which he did, while riding at age 86. A car, driven by a young man, hit him-killing him. Riding until the day he died. A man so wrapped in motorcycling, he literally died with his boots on-and while riding. May we all go to the presence of the Lord doing what we love.

Make Jesus the desire of your heart, and He will give you your desire. For me, Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles-it just don't get much better. And even though we acknowledge that the sport we love can be dangerous, we know that someday we will be in heaven-safe forever. Riding in the freedom that only Jesus can offer-and give.

Last time I looked, death was still at a 100% rate in everyone's life. A more assured thing than taxes. Make sure your final destination will be heaven. Become a Christian, then live like one. And enjoy life, and doing the things God allows you to do. So many roads, so many bikes, and such a short time. Thanks to God for all he does for us, and I am waiting for the day I meet Him face to face in heaven. And hopefully get to visit with Julius, who was also known for never missing church on Sunday-no matter where he was. Putting Jesus first, and then all these things shall be added unto you. Ride on-with Jesus! Till death do us unite!

love with compassion,

Mike

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maybes-oh, the problems we have sometimes

When Mickey called yesterday saying he had a Sprint GT for me to ride, it worked out well because I was going to Chino to visit Stacy's dad in the hospital. Keep him in prayer, thanks. Stopping first at his shop to swap bikes, Ray was there, and so were a few bikes that Mick's father-in-law had just given to him. So Ray and I looked them over and compared memories. One was a CB750 with a build date of 1/70, the other an older Laverda 750 twin, and the other other a 1978 CBX-the six cylinder Honda made for a few years. #20 off the line, and a hand built test bike from Honda, as it had bags and a fairing-a model not available for another few years. Only 1157 miles on it, with some cleanup and tune it would be ready to ride. For only $15,000 it can be yours! A piece of history, fun to ride, but almost too nice to ride! Oh, the problems we bikers have sometimes!

But sitting in the middle of the shop, the only one in the States, was a new 2012 Speed Triple R-drop dead gorgeous. With the latest Ohlins suspension, and all the goodies, it was sent over for the IMS bike show next month-air freighted to Mick to prep. And next month I will have one to put miles on. And for less than $15,000, I can have one when they are available. Oh, the problems we bikers have sometimes!

But the bike I am riding is a Sprint GT, a sport tourer. With the same features as the CBX-only 34 years later. The same type bike-but so different at the same time. The CBX has 6 cylinders, the GT 3. And in over 30 years has fuel injection, ABS, much better brakes, 50 more horsepower, and is better in almost every way. For less money, about $13,000. Better bags, better seat, better mpg, better handling, and a warranty. So why is the older bike still so attractive? Maybe it is the history of it, maybe it takes me back to a time when it was new, and out of my reach at $3995. Maybe it brings back other memories, or reminds me of its competition, my GS1000e in my garage. Or maybe it is all-or none of the above. But with so many roads yet to ride, and so many bikes to ride, too-I feel blessed to take off on this 2011 model and bring it back for another in 1000 miles. Oh, the problems we bikers have sometimes!

"2000 years and He ain't come yet. What's His holdup? You people are flaky, waiting for Jesus to come back. He said the last days, and it's been 2000 years. Leave me alone-and quit bothering me." Ever been told that when trying to show love or the gospel to someone? Why would they want to buy into a 2000 year old promise, when the world promises then instant gratification today? Plenty of new religion, why would I want that old, outdated Jesus stuff? Tough questions to answer. So-why did you choose Jesus, that "old" stuff when so much "new" stuff was available?

Perhaps it is because Jesus is the only way. You tried others. All other religion promises what only He could deliver. Maybe it was because only He met the need in your heart. Maybe you didn't want to trade down to a denomination and all its rules. Maybe the freedom you wanted could only be supplied by Him. Maybe, just maybe you didn't want to have to trade up any more, but find a God who would supply all your needs-and give you eternal life, too. Maybe, the spirit told you-"Jesus is the way." And He came down to meet you, where you are, how you are, and loved you as you were. Maybe you could see the future in Him where there was only the past with anything else. Maybe...it was personal...

Maybe because after 2000 years He is just as alive today as He was then. Still keeping His promises, and still changing lives. Not a museum piece, but offering peace. Not a serial number, but a name, above all other names. A person, not a thing. More than a statue on the dashboard of your car. He is Someone-not something.

As I looked at the older bikes yesterday, my mind also went back. For some were out of reach when new to me. But Jesus was never out of reach. He already paid the price, my tickets and entrance to heaven was waiting at the will call window-for me, and for you. If you haven't met this Jesus, don't wait any further. Try Him out today. Fresh and new, but also old and tested. Not a retro model, or an improved model through the years-God got it right the first time. An original, and He wants you! What do you have that is so valuable you won't let Him into your life?

The way, the truth, and the life. That's Jesus. Oh, maybe we don't have such tough problems after all. Old and new-you can have it all in Jesus.

Now-I wonder where He will take me riding today?

love with compassion,

Mike

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the older I get, the faster I was

If you haven't seen the movie "World's Fastest Indian," I highly recommend it. More than a story of motorcycles, it is about Burt Munro, who just happens to ride the world's fastest Indian. And based on fact, he really did, as the time slips and news articles of the day say. There is even enough legend within to make it even more believable. A good time for all-based on truth-still the best time of all. And the fastest.

When I visit the Orange County Vintage Bike meets the second Sunday of each month, there are still remnants of a generation before me, who I shall refer to as Pre Honda. They rode in the 50's, before time clocks, bike magazines, and factory prepped bikes. Their speeds were based on what a wildly optimistic speedo would show, or what the local cop who chased them clocked them at. They were fast for their time, and maybe even showed more courage based on the equipment they rode. But within another decade they will be gone-moved into eternity to race again-at a much different level. With very little to back up their exploits on earth. But the legend lives on.

I tend to be part of the Pre Post Brit Bike generation. PPBB. During the 60's when meeting the nicest people on Hondas, many bike magazines were published, and real road tests were done. Stop watches on bikes raced in alleys, paced off to be about a 1/4 mile long, then even onto real drag strips sometimes-all verified in print, and legitimized by those of us who were there. A time of dreamy ads, and even more legends were created. Imagine if you would, a road test for a Sportster, all 1000cc's of it, being told "it will put hair on your chest, and if you already have hair there, it will part it!" A huge boast for those of us not shaving yet, and the sign of a true man when I was growing up. WOW-and the dream of riding one someday was planted. 40 years later they are just as fast, except anything bigger than 500cc's is faster-much faster! Fast enough to take the hair off your chest! But as we look back we see how legends can be a bit strained-750 Hondas were really no faster then the BMW R75, or stopped any better despite the front disc-and were no faster then my Bonneville today. No 350 Honda ever beat a Mach III, and no Water Buffalo ever outran a Z-1. But yet the legends remain, but thankfully so do the facts. And within another 20 years, as those of us who rode then will be gone, the facts will have to stand on their own. Add legend as needed...

Leaving the Post Brit Bike generation, PBB, to carry on for us. And so it goes...

"How can you believe that old book? The Bible is so old, and there are so many incorrect things in it..." they say, but when asked about them, they don't know-they haven't read it. Mainly because they don't exist. So when an old friend, Bill Evans and I met while at Coke, we got to be good friends, and although he was a Jehovah Witness, he had Bible questions. And one of his arguments was about the validity of the Bible, only theirs was true. It's not-and not even close. Changing a few words to deny Christ-that makes them a cult. But I told Him once, that God wasn't stupid, and would not let His Word be misinterpreted. He would not trust men with His eternal word-His spirit was always there. A fact which stuck with him, for when we went back to Durango after moving to Escondido, we visited-he had seen us on the 700 Club,and was still searching, as those who are lost do, and also as those who buy into legalism do too-studying, rather than trusting the spirit. But the fact that I told him God wasn't stupid had caused him to give up on the JW's, and was seeking the truth, I hope he found it. God's word will not return void!

Scripture was contemporary enough that when it was written society would have denied its validity at the time. Too many were still around who were there when Jesus walked the earth. if it wasn't true, they would have said. But for some 3000+ years, prophecies, and the word of god have stood the test-they are truth because they are true-always have been, and always will be! Would you expect anything less from an all knowing, ever present God, eternal and loving God? Would you put your life into the hands of anyone else?

Generations will come and go-sometimes not realizing what they have left behind. But God's word-the Bible is an eternal gift-one that never goes out of style, and never has lost its meaning. Eternally contemporary, and unlike my fellow bikers, will live forever. Trust its words today-seek Jesus, and trust Him. Today is the day of salvation-maybe yours! Let the angels sing in heaven about you!

There are still some old bikers left who rode that Sportster. The legend lives on-if only in our fertile minds. But if you happen to run into one who has hair on his chest, parted in the middle-stand closer when he talks. He is the stuff legends are made of. And when someone shares the love of Christ with you, stand even closer. A living god is better than a dead legend. God isn't stupid-don't you be either. Stupid hurts. Only Jesus saves.

Ride safe. So many roads, so many stories, and so little time.

love with compassion,

Mike

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brother, can you help a vet?

The Kennedy's were known for playing touch football games in their younger, pre-political days. And one of the rules was, you play by their rules. One time when challenged on this point, and asked "who said they were your rules?" they responded, "because it's our ball. And if you don't like it we'll take it home." And when backed up by Barney Fife's first rule in the Mayberry jail, "first rule is obey all rules," it kinda makes sense. In a 1960's way. At least in a Kennedy way.

I have been blessed over the past few years to be involved in numerous Veterans events. From Torches Across America, to meeting vets at various biker rallies, to meeting them on the street, I always try to thank them and honor them for their service. I was 364 of 365 in the last lottery-no way I was getting drafted! But my heart still goes out to those who have served, and whose families served along with them.

A common theme when I am able to minister is that Jesus and veterans go hand in hand. I may not know about their personal walk with God, but I have never been refused a chance to pray with them, and they are the first to take off their hats and bow their heads when we do. alone or in a crowd-it doesn't matter. Being patriotic to them goes far beyond name, rank, and serial number-it extends to a personal level, based on being a citizen of the US of A, and also a brotherhood that unless you have served you don't get-and wouldn't if explained to you. I can bear witness to that. I don't get it, but love to watch it in action. And while so many served faithfully, and have precious memories, many don't. They came back like my friend Frank-a beaten and drug addicted infantryman. Too much blood and death for a 19 year old to take, they could train him to fight, but not how to react later. And sadly many homeless, mentally ill, poverty stricken, and sick have been incarcerated or hospitalized-some for their own good. And sadly, left to be forgotten, until it is time to remember them for one day a year-to show them off for certain politicians, for personal gain-again at the expense of the Veteran. Give them a wreath to be recognized, when really they need love, and to be remembered.

A few years ago there was a run to get money for a veteran's cause. The ride was nationally advertised, and was to go nationwide, and the last leg from Paso Robles to San Marcos. It ended in San Marcos alright, but never was in Paso. The motel never even heard of it, and except for me, no other bikes were there-so I rode back home-a 750 mile day on my Bonneville. Ken please note-no windshield.

At the rally the next night, one of the organizers came up to me and wanted me to get involved. Seems my "connections" nationwide within the biking community made me a good potential source for revenue. He was shocked when I refused, simply put I told him a would not prostitute myself for money, and that if I did I would lose all respect from those who do know me-I am known as a giver rather than a taker. "But Mike, we might even be able to get you on Oprah, she is part of this!" So I did my Kennedy thing-thanked him, and got on my bike and left. Beware of those who appear to do good-at this level he had to pay staffs, fund raisers, and travelling expenses out of donations. And I wonder, how much really ever go to the needs of the vets?

Jesus tells us to feed those who hunger-ride through any park, they're there. Buy them a burger and share a meal with them. If thirsty, give them drink-not alcohol, but sit and share over a Coke. Naked-offer them a trip to Wal-Mart, and buy them some clothes. Did you know that one of the most desired items in Vet's homes are socks? Visit them in jails, and in hospitals. LISTEN to them. No one else does. They have stories to tell that will bless you, and them. And lastly-take them into your heart, as friends. You may be strangers when you first meet, but that person may also be a friend you had never met. Treat them with honor and respect, the best gospel they may ever see. For we were all strangers until we met Jesus, and He takes us all in-no matter who or what we have been.

Go to them-don't flake out and just invite them to church-go to them! Don't preach-just show love and respect! True ministry that comes from the heart.

And as for those who only fund raise-we need you too. But do it with the love of Jesus. Many give out of love-don't take advantage of them. For if you do you are fighting a battle with God that you will not win! He defends His own.

So a hearty thanks to all veterans, from all wars. Thanks for your sacrifice of service for all of us. And to my dad, SSgt. Jack L. Mohn, USAF, thanks for your service, patriotism, and your continued giving to your fellow vets. Only Jesus and the American soldier know the true price of freedom-add some love to it and share it with someone today.

Jesus and America-a country that truly God has shed His grace on thee....a price no one else could have paid. At the cross...

love with compassion,

Mike

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cars-I don't get it, how do you ride in them?

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS A WARNING AND A PRAYER REQUEST-IT IS UP TO YOU TO FIGURE OUT WHICH IS WHICH-AND DO THE RIGHT THING

Theresa and I are taking a short overnighter today. It is supposed to rain, and rather than fight LA traffic on two wheels, we are going in her car. Which is a novelty of sorts for us, for we don't go many places in the car. Some won't even ride in one with me-I am told I drive like I ride, not true-I have never lane split in a car. Tempted-yes, done it-no. So I am in a completely different mind set this morning. A foreign one, where I have to make different decisions-I hope I make the right ones.

First off-I don't care if it rains or not. I'll be in a cage, it won't matter. But I hope it doesn't for all my brothers who ride today-and may get wet. Second-I have to pick a few CD's to take with me-I'll have sound, not just the beautiful music of my motorcycle. Maybe if I pretend I'm on a Wing it won't be so bad. Third-packing is different. I have lots of room, and although it is only one night, I can already tell things laid out that wouldn't go if we were riding. Just because you have extra room do you have to use it?

Fourth-I will dress different, even in my choice of shirts-still a t-shirt, no collars, please. Fifth-When we stop at various motorcycle shops, I will be an outsider at first. But after talking hopefully they will see that I am one of them. And be accepted. And when I am in my friend's shops, I will be subject to the same harassment I give others when in a cage-I hope they don't enjoy it too much-remember, you too may have to leave your preferred mode of transportation home some day-and take a car! I will be waiting! Sixth-We will have to say yes to certain items when shopping. Where before we had a built in safety zone-we can't buy it and take it with us, now we have room. Hopefully a serious lack of funds will deter us from otherwise sound decisions.

Seventh-Theresa and I will have to talk to each other. Not just by hand signals, or while eating or fueling, but actually have conversations while driving. Almost like when the kids left the house and it was just the two of you-but we'll endure. Probably talk about how bored we are, and how we wish we were riding. It is so nice when your best friend is your wife-and rides. Her own bike! Eighth-I had to fill the car yesterday-and even at Costco prices it was over $40! That's two fillups on the Tiger, and three on the Bonneville. Plus less miles per gallon. This car thing can be expensive-and life changing! Hopefully it is a passing fad!

Lastly I know I will still wave when passing a bike-reflex I guess. And we will both laugh. And wish we were riding, because of the brotherhood and the freedom. The only solace I find is that if it pours, I will be in my Ford Mustang rain suit, an umbrella with four wheels and a roof. I will be a stranger in a familiar land-so be warned. And please pray.

I have a habit of noticing new people at church. And instinctively go over and meet them. I want them to feel welcome, and come back. To feel free to be themselves, to worship freely, and enjoy the time with Jesus. But so often we greet them like they are in a cage. We don't approach them-warning-new person approaching. But even worse, they get greeted like a biker-bigger warning, stay away! Those types should be in a cage! And both instances are wrong. Welcome strangers! You were one once, and I have been told there is no one stranger than me. A comforting thought for you-I still wonder how much is a brag and how much is fact.

If you can't ride, at least show the love and freedom of being a rider to others. If a Christian, and we don't know you, please don't avoid us. Be brave, come over and introduce yourself. We would like to meet you and fellowship with you. And if you ride, then it's really cool. For Jesus, Theresa, and motorcycles just don't get any cooler. God's love doesn't lessen for us when we are forced to drive instead of ride, work through the adversity and rise above the cage! Wave to others, smile-no bugs in your teeth behind a windshield, and spend the time getting to know your best friend in a strange situation.

And pray for sunshine! One day at a time should not have to mean cars!

Well, which is it? Prayer or warning? Maybe we just need to go for a ride-too many decisions to make when not riding. Or when not riding with Jesus. So please, never stop praying for us. For behind every rain cloud shines a brilliant sun, and in your heart a brilliant Son, our friend Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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just another Wednesday night at Maranatha

I know many extremely skilled people. Those who are so good in their field that their peer group is very small. Which can cause a situation of loneliness. I know guys who can tune by ear, and build motors and find horsepower no one else can. I know those who can write songs just by a tune popping into their head, and those who can create a picture just by imagining what you are saying. Who can rhyme known and unknown and get away with it. It is a rush to be around them sometimes, as I may know what they are doing, but can't do what they do myself. Just watching can be entertainment, but there is nothing like participating, or having the skills to do something special-something creative. Something with the gifts that God has given you. Something worthwhile, and personal.

Pastors fall into this special category. Not all, for not all are saved, although their diplomas say they have an education. Knowledge, just no Jesus. But for those who minister in the spirit, they are special. For just as the Bible tells us "these things shall follow them that believe," these things do follow them. Healings, salvations, miracles, but most important-LOVE! They have the same needs as we do, but also have to endure people like us. And like when I visited Pastor Ray recently, we joked about how I was the only person in a while who didn't come in to complain abut something. I went to minister to him!

Much has been said about why Jesus went away to pray and spend time with His dad. One reason may have been loneliness-no one else could associate with what He was going through, or was about to go through. To many He was a caterer, a guide, a fishing leader, physician, and whatever else they needed at the time. But He was also a person, who could get lonely, and needed His dad. Just like we all do.

People sometimes forget this about their pastor. I hope I don't, and God has given me a special love for them. And for my current Pastor Ray. We need to not only pray for them, but with them. I operate on the fringe of being a pastor so I know-it is rough out there!

So last night after the service, we continued in worship and spending time with God-in the spirit. Ray had mentioned how he was leaving for two weeks at 630am the next morning. He was going to France to see his daughter and her family, then to Germany to speak with Joel Rosenberg, then to Poland and visit Auschwitz. And since flying makes me more tired than riding, I can only imagine how tired it will make him, plus being 10 time zones away. Can anyone at least loan him a Vespa? So as I sat and listened to the music, worshipping, God told me to pray for him-not just me, but the 100 or so still there after the service. Now he and I had talked about him needing prayer, and God gave me some personal insights-not to be shared here. So I told God-"Ok I will, but you have to make a way." Chicken that I am. I didn't have to wait long, as when the song ended, Ray asked if anyone had a word from God. Two people shared, then as I made my way to the stage area, I spoke. "God has a special blessing for us tonight-we need to pray for Ray!" Who heartily agreed, and as he sat on the edge of the stage, we gathered around him and prayed. It was so cool! A payback of love for one who is there for us!

The man positively glowed as we prayed and loved on him. A smile that reflected from his whole being. And I was thankful that I had the boldness-I mean love to speak up. It was awesome, and then we broke into applause-to Jesus! Ray seemed rejuvenated, blessed, and loved. And so were we!

Don't ever tell someone you will pray for them when you can right now. Show you care. And after the service, if the pastor is up front, go up for prayer. For him. Ask him how you can pray for him! You may find that a whole new ministry of love opens up, and that your pastor, and his family need love too. From their flock, which means YOU! Don't miss the chance to be a blessing or to be blessed. God so often asks for little things of great importance.

Pastors can also be a least of these that Jesus speaks of. They need encouragement and love and prayer too. God provides, but He also provides us. For sometimes there is nothing like the touch of a friend sent from God. Be that friend!

Praise and worship. In the spirit. When you encounter true love, you just have to share it with others. Don't forget your pastor! Jesus didn't forget you!

love with compassion,

Mike

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it's better in the wind

Those of us who ride call cars cages for a reason. They are restrictive, not as much fun, no freedom like on two wheels, and you can't lane split. Set the temp, stick in a CD, adjust the cruise, and wander off in your private womb, safe from sensory input. And also fun. Yes, when riding we brave cold, hot, dry, and wet conditions, but we also get to explore sensory inputs like no others. And once you have ridden, riding in a car really is like being in a cage.

On a trip to Jersey a few years back, I rode from Escondido to there in under 70 hours. No rushing, just riding-alone. Lots of rain though, and if you have never crossed the Texas Panhandle in the rain, you haven't ridden in it. High winds, cold, and it is possible to get rained on from each side, not just from up above. Stopping in Adrian, along I-40 to get gas, it was blowing and raining so bad I had to lean against my Sprint ST so it would not blow over. And as I watched a Lincoln next to me filling, all the people crammed inside had fogged the windows from their breathing. And even though I was wet, cold, and had only 350 more miles to go that day, I as so glad I wasn't stuck in that car. It gave me a second wind, sort of speak, and I was rejuvenated. They were miserable in the car, and I was free. Too bad they couldn't see the smile inside my helmet. If you ride you know what I mean, if not, then you know how the people in the Lincoln felt-in a cage.

There are as many types of riders as there are roads and bikes. From over chromed Harleys, to over loaded Wings, from Bonnevilles and Scramblers to trailers and trikes, all ride-but all ride differently. And after watching a clip from the movie "It's Better in the Wind" I now know why I prefer the simplest of machines, with a few friends. Back roads, old diners, and older motels-who love bikers. Who can appreciate how the trip is the destination, and the destination is wherever you are at that moment. It takes me back to days when we would just ride, and camp out or find a motel after dark-never been left without a room yet. How when you met a fellow rider, no intros were needed, the bikes were what we had in common, and shared tales and roads and place to eat. Talking like we were old friends, but not even knowing names or where each other was from many other times. A trust, a brotherhood, and a way of life-with style. A better class of people who respected you, and watched your back, without even asking. Freedom from class warfare, news, jobs, and all the hassles life puts on us-we who ride know and are glad to be part of this brotherhood. Simple things done well. And like a friend told me, "if you are not confused, you are not thinking clearly." He obviously doesn't ride. And definitely needs to go on one.

But the brotherhood, like the church isn't perfect. Some have too many rules, and are brand/denomination oriented. Some preach brotherhood, but it is their agenda you must follow to be accepted. Some will go the other way, and accept anything-"do your own thing" their mantra. But taking it back to the basics-without rules, allows freedom to be expressed easier. That is what Jesus was all about. He came to save us from ourselves and our sin. To fulfill all the laws, because we never could. To establish a brotherhood based on love-which He was and still is. Encouraging us to fellowship with other believers-keeping the main thing the main thing-Jesus. Stay away from concentrating on the differences, but concentrating on Him. Freedom that being a biker comes close to, but never fully realized until you are saved. And He even extends freedom to choose Him or not. And the price of this freedom is FREE! Just like the word it represents.

Remember when riding was fun? Before meeting with a kick stands up leaving time? When a few of you together had fun all day, and into the night? When you didn't ride as fast as the slowest rider, he kept up or got left behind. And did because he wanted to, not because he had to. No plans, except to enjoy the freedom of the ride. Acting like kids, because no one expected you to act otherwise. Waving to other riders, no matter the brand, and keeping the main thing the main thing.

Church-it's time to get back to the basics. To your first love, to that experience that changed your life. Get back with Jesus, He is waiting for you. He never left you, we left Him. Reunite with your first love, and if you ride, go for one with Him. Don't get locked in a cage in a storm, ride through the storm, but never alone. Ride with the one who can calm the storms in your life. And don't look back-look ahead. The devil might just be gaining. Let the Rushing Wind of the Holy Spirit direct your paths. Trust God. Stay within the freedom the gospel provides, for as all of us who ride know, "It's better in the wind..."

love with compassion,

Mike

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