special editions

Nobody wants the standard model anymore, or so we have been taught. Especially compared to the more expensive models with more features. So the industry has come up with Special Editions, to placate our selfish desire of one upmanship. Take the same model as last year, add paint, some chrome, and add a number plate announcing its special status, as in #456 of 15,000, and you have a Special Edition. That the manufacturer can charge more for, and hold on to a dated design for one more year to amortize costs. The Motor Company has led the way of marketing this, with such exclusive models as the 100 Year Anniversary models, all the same two colors of paint and badges. The next year you can get the colors you really wanted, on the same bike, just without the exclusivity of the other 300,000 who bought into this exclusive club with you. Repeat for 105, then 110 years, and watch as they line up to get them. Go figure. Don't mess with success.

Not a new concept, but Honda tried it with their great Interceptor for its 25th Anniversary in 2008, painted some models red, white, and blue like the originals. I still saw some priced $3000 less brand new on floors this last summer-somebody got a great deal, they just had to wait a few years. And let's hear it for 50th Anniversary Gold Wings, celebrating 50 years of Honda in the US of A. Or 25 years of Gold Wings. Yamaha recently celebrated the same 50 years, with paint and badges to match-at a premium. Their one catch, I noticed, was make the current model ugly, them paint the special edition like they should have looked, and the public will respond with wallets open. And not to be left out, Triumph has had the 50th Anniversary Bonneville, a Steve McQueen Bonneville, painted like the one in The Great Escape, and a 15th Anniversary Speed Triple. All cosmetics, isn't that the first thing we notice anyway, some numbered, so they can charge more, and bringing no more when it is trade-in time. But for the new owner at least he ahs bragging rights, if he can find someone who cares. And if numbered can brag about a low number, 1 of 1000, or a high number, 999 of 1000, depending upon who he is trying to impress. And just like he was once a sucker, there is a new generation waiting to fill his shoes when it comes time to sell. Anyone for the 10th Anniversary V-Rod? If it don't sell stock, maybe the faithful will flock to it with special paint and badges-seems the premium price will finally get them-who riding a Harley can resist the temptation to pay too much?

But it seems that we rather believe media hype than truth when it comes to real special editions, like us. When God created man, we were made in His image-that's special. No other creature created by Him has what we have-the ability to choose to serve Him and repent. We can have His spirit, and the will He gave us to choose. We are not forced to follow Him, that would be mercenary. If it wasn't our choice, it would not be true love. But we have a problem believing we are made in His image, and live like it-in sin. There are no two of us exactly alike, and God knows the difference between all of us. When we pray we don't have to tell Him who we are-He knows. We each fill a special place for Him, and He loves us dearly. But in creating us, He left a void that can only be filled by Jesus-the special part in your heart that only He can fill. Religion can't fill it, politics only distort, and our selfish desires counterfeit it. It takes Jesus to unite us with God! No special editions needed-all we need is supplied with us from the start as standard equipment. But it is up to us to use it-our choice. Our choice to believe the truth of Jesus Christ and believe He is who He says He is, or believe a lie, and end up in death.

There are no new models coming for salvation, or to reunite us to God. Don't believe the lies. God got it right the first time with Jesus. And how you live your life tells us about your choice. Does your God love you enough to die on a cross for you-while you still hated Him? Did He rise again after death on the third day? And is He still alive today, and wanting to save you? Blessed are those of us who believe without seeing, we are told by Him. That's us. Overwhelmed by religion and all its practices? Try Jesus. Tired of legalism and all its laws and thou shalt nots? Try life in the spirit! Not sure what you believe, but know that there is something better? Trust God-it's all about Jesus! Don't wait for an anniversary model that isn't coming. Don't buy into a numbered system that demands a price. Trust God! And be living today!

He know your name! And took the time to write it in the Book of Life Himself. He knows Mike M. from Mike J. No computer crashing, or name mix-ups. No second rate redo of last years model, and no additional pricing for exclusive colors. Nope-you get it all the first time!

Trust God today! Turn to Jesus his son. The most special edition ever created-for He alone can save you. And rest in the knowledge that He never changes-He is perfect from the beginning. The same yesterday, today, and forever. And ride knowing that no matter what else you come upon in life, nothing will compare to Him! Now that's a special edition I am glad I belong to!

love with compassion,

Mike

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a different view when the tank is full

Cruising across old US 30 in Iowa, a section of the old Lincoln Highway, you are treated to many small towns, and many old signs reflecting this was once the Lincoln Highway. Part of a main road connecting the east and west coasts. Historic and old, and a pre-freeway delight, when you have gas. But the farther west you get from Cedar Rapids, the old road gets barren, and there are no towns along it. Now there are signs for towns, but none on the road. Or even seeable afar, even though a sign points to one and an intersection. It is almost like today's freeways that have by-passed the towns, but which at least have gas stations and convenience stores awaiting you as you exit. But not out here-just signs. And so as the light came on to to warn me I was almost out of gas, we decided to try a side road. No signs, no nothing for about two miles, which can be a four mile round trip if nothing is found in town. And disastrous if you are about to run out of gas. Not even a barn or farm road. So barren you would have to plan it! But just as we were about to run out of hope, and gas, a small town emerged. Five blocks by five blocks wide. With no business section, except an old car garage with 50-60 year old vehicles in it, rusting away slowly, as they have for years. We went up and down every street, until we saw a man cutting his grass. Who was a bit shocked to see us, but pointed us out of town the opposite way, where a gas station/Laundromat/fast food/pet supply store truck stop/farm store was just closing, and we were able to fuel. Good thing, no access to pumps, even with a card when closed. So we fueled, backtracked, and soon were heading west on the old Lincoln Highway again.

Now the road was the same when we were almost out of gas, but since we filling up, we saw it much different. We had hope, and fuel, and suddenly the barrenness of no people, became quite attractive and serene. Amazing how a full tank of fuel can change your attitude about your ride. And I would like to travel it again, not looking for gas, but looking! I know I must have missed other signs of life, and maybe even a local stand to get a Coke or some fresh fruit. But when looking for fuel, nothing else seemed to matter. And almost running out of hope had led us to the brink of frustration. And when the 6.3 gallon tank took 6.2 gallons, just at the right time we had found this one stop for everything store.

I would like to go back and peek inside the old truck garage, maybe talk to the neighbors, and figure out where they work. What do they do. Maybe even get entrance to the garage and check out the trucks. Maybe even find out the name of the town! But in my haste, all I could do was over react to looking for gas, something I should have done in Cedar Rapids, where it was everywhere! A different perspective of this road and the little town, from eyes that weren't quite out of hope. Amazing how a full tank good for another 250 miles can change your attitude!

What are you looking for today? What situation have you found yourself in, and the need eludes you? What is causing you to lose hope, and do something desperate and follow your own understanding? Like us, we took a step of faith, and found this small town. We trusted there had to be someone somewhere, and there was. But the needed someone was with us all the time, and guiding us-we just had to follow the map He outlined. You see Jesus is always with us, no matter the problem. And offering advice so we won't get into hopeless situations. Like-get gas when you need can, before you run out. Self inflicted stress, and then missing the beauty of the road or trip, in panic. It pays to listen.

Today many things are not like they used to be. We need to be prepared for what is ahead. Not fall back on history, or even on a familiar road. We need to be prepared for what is ahead-and only in Jesus will you be. Unemployment-no job is secure any more. Short sales-that could never happen to me! Hunger-I was amazed yesterday at how high prices at the store have gotten. And some things not available any more. Truly we need to be prepared for what is ahead, by trusting God to lead us. Not just in material things, but in the spiritual things too-FIRST! No man is promised tomorrow, but the problems seem to proceed us anyway. Get a head start on them, by being prepared. Pray first, not just when panic stricken. Obey God, and maybe you won't end up on empty! Ask Him for directions, and you will find out He already has your path laid out-one you will be glad He did! And seek Him first, not after only. Scripture tells us that things are going to get worse, take God's advice-get into the ark while you still can. Be protected by God. Some will laugh, and mock, but will be left behind when trouble arises. It hadn't rained when Noah started building the ark, and he had no family yet. Yet God promised him a safe place for them all! Can we be so obedient? Can we seek God first?

Funny, but that day I knew right where we were, but being out of gas made us lost. Keep your tank full of the Holy Spirit, talk with Him during the day, and watch as He is the highlight of your trip. The roads will get rough, you don't have to!

The Lincoln Highway, named after a president who set the people free. Try traveling the Holy Spirit Highway-where you are always free. Free to go or stop, but with advice on when and why. Out on the road where Jesus ministered. Just off the highway, but it takes a bit of faith, to go there. Trust God. Trusting desperation just doesn't seem to be as much fun anymore. Even in Iowa, Jesus Christ-the AAA of life!

love with compassion,

Mike

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is your watch handicapped because one hand is shorter than the other?

The things that I don't understand far outnumber the things I do. The number of things I think I understand falls short of both. So years ago I decided to not try to understand everything, and a lot of my mental misery went away. I gave up thinking I had to be a Jack of all trades, and found out being a master of none left me more time to ride. And that by not being an expert in any one field, no one bothered me any more when they couldn't figure out things themselves. Like things included in the instruction manual. Are the pictures in English or Spanish? The number for 911. Call 411? And then trying to convince me that sitting in the garage on a nice, sunny day working on my bike was more fun than being out riding it. Such questions are left to far better brains than mine, so I'm going riding.

But some things still perplex me sometimes, the erudite word for confusion. Why do some riders tell me about the freedom of riding, then stop and call their wife on their cell phone, who immediately curtails the fun that day by telling him to get home? Why do Harley owners brag about spending $5000 more on an older bike, with less power, less accessories, and no warranty than a new one? Must be the fact that the break in miles were included. Why does a new Bonneville cost more than a Street Triple, which has twice the horsepower, handles better, and has better brakes? Nostalgia? I own both, does that make me twice as confused?

Why do big bore sport bikes weigh more than ones with lesser cc's? Why does a bigger hole weigh more? If I put 40psi of air in my tires, and you only run 35, does yours weigh less? And do some real racers just add more air to meet the weight minimum, than let some out after inspection? Did you know Harley sells a polish for flat paint? How will it work on shiny paint? Will it make it dull?

If loud pipes truly save lives, where is the study so the government will make them mandatory? One of my bikes with loud pipes only got me noticed more by the cops. Maybe that is the study. Why do those who have loud pipes think they have to impress the neighborhood at 5am with them? And then wonder why the same neighbors hate motorcycles? And why just the other day, did someone ask me if I knew how to adjust valves on his two-stroke? Not sure how to answer that one, referred him to the service department.

Yes, there are truly mysteries of life out there. My best guess is that it is better off not knowing some things. Like when I am going to die. It would change my whole outlook on life. And try to make arrangements to be somewhere else so maybe it wouldn't happen. But then maybe that was part of the plan to get me to that place in the first place. Yup, too much thinkin' going on, and very little to show for it.

God calls them mysteries, not like the whodunnits of Perry Mason, or the Hardy Boys, but things not yet revealed. But yet does give us many clues, that when led by the Holy spirit points us in the right direction. They ask dumb things sometimes, that religion encourages, theologians debate, and people discuss-but never ask God. For instance, why do so many Christians wonder who is the anti-Christ? Unless you are planning to be here, you'll never know, and it doesn't matter! Shouldn't you be seeking Jesus more? Who are you really looking for? How about all this hoopla about 2012, and the end of the world? Why trust a race of cannibals that don't exist any more? What calendar were they looking at? Not in the Bible, God tells us birth pangs will occur-just the opposite. And why do so many misled people seek to know when Jesus is coming back, when He doesn't know, and God isn't telling? Can you think of a better way to look stupid? Or less Godly? God also tells that the law prescribes stoning for false prophets-still interested? I guess it sells books, gets people interested, but comes short of salvation. Jesus is truth, not an opinion. Not religious rhetoric, and not a fad. Not a way to heaven, the way. He died and rose again on the third day. Fact. Maybe we should be wanting to get closer to Him than discussing opposing viewpoints.

The Bible calls it the spirit of anti-Christ, not the person. Anyone who deters you from Christ, sends you on an opinion trek, or denies the deity of Jesus Christ has that spirit. And you can be saved, but still have it. The importance of good teaching, being in the word, and walking in the spirit. How do you know good teaching? It always points to Jesus, who always points to His Father. And the Bible backs it up. How do I know I am in the word? Is the word in you? Are you known for love or for gossip? How do I know you are in the spirit?

That's personal, but for me it is peace. Better yet, I know when I'm not, the peace is gone, and I start to lean on my own understanding. Much better to lean on Jesus.

So to those of you who know how many cans in a 6 pack, or what color is blue, why Ferraris should be red, Harley's black, and Bonnevilles green-you're ahead of the rest of us. Do yourself a favor, keep it to yourself. Don't let the others find out. But to those of us who know Jesus, don't let a day go by without showing His love. Without telling someone how He saves. And without spending time with Him. Let God handle the God things, and the rest are easy.

And for those intent on knowing who is the anti-Christ, you'll have to deny Christ to know. You might find it easier and more rewarding to know who was the driver of the semi in Duel. Or what does the Lone Ranger look like behind the mask. Or trying to figure out the words to Viva Las Vegas. Or why you would entertain dumb questions to start with. Trust trivia? Another reason for disliking Alex Trebek. I rather trust God.

I'll bet He knows how an aspirin finds a headache! Do you?

love with compassion,

Mike

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could you not keep watch one more hour?

2 Thessalonians 2:7-12

New Life Version (NLV)

⁷ For the secret power of breaking the law is already at work in the world. But that secret power can only do so much until the One Who keeps back the man of sin is taken out of the way. ⁸ Then this man of sin will come. The Lord Jesus will kill him with the breath of His mouth. The coming of Christ will put an end to him. ⁹ Satan will use this man of sin. He will have Satan’s power. He will do strange things and many powerful works that will be false.¹⁰ Those who are lost in sin will be fooled by the things he can do. They are lost in sin because they did not love the truth that would save them. ¹¹ For this reason, God will allow them to follow false teaching so they will believe a lie. ¹² They will all be guilty as they stand before God because they wanted to do what was wrong.

While checking into a motel a few weeks ago, the young lady behind the counter asked me for some identification. While trying not to giggle at the photo on my license, she handed it back to me with my VISA card. It made me think, and I commented that when I was her age, thirtyish, when asked for an ID they required a credit card, and how things have changed. A questionable look went with it, and this moment of history was wasted on her. Preoccupied with right now, the past didn't matter, and her future was what time she got off, as she was tired from a long day. So I let it go, no longer wishing to discuss the irony of it, knowing my words would be wasted on her. For next to my AAA card-not for ID purposes, and license in my wallet is my Social Security Card, which from time to time I am asked for to show as identification. You know the one, with red letters printed across it stating "NOT FOR IDENTIFICATION PURPOSES." And instead of increasing the irony, it woke me up. Not from physical sleep, but one in which I found myself wandering in a dense fog of lies, which we have substituted for truth.

A common saying we hear on talk radio is "if we say it enough, it becomes truth." And as I watch leaders in government, business, and religion twist words for their benefit, and not for yours, it is true-we finally give up, and just go with it. It isn't worth the fight anymore, and we won't win anyway is our final gasp. Defeated we go on to tackle the next obstacle before it tackles us, and leads us astray, unaware that once the above formula is in place, it effects all aspects of our lives.

Words mean something. My Grandma used to tell me over and over when I asked for something the difference between may I and can I? Yes, you can, you are able, but no you may not, no permission granted. But being my Grandma, the lesson was longer than the wait period, a characteristic well honed by grandparents everywhere. But that lesson has remained with me, so I try to ask correctly. So I can get an answer more favorable to me. But it seems the importance of words can be used against you, as certain cults as the Jehovah Witnesses do, changing God's word by adding a word, as in the word was a God, then lying about it to keep the lie alive. When it says correctly the word was God. Not a god-BUT GOD! Big difference! And so the subtlety of lying goes on, and the unaware are its prime target and captives. Read 2Thessalonians 2:7-12. We have been warned!

Our Constitution tells us we have freedom to choose the way we wish to worship God, who they refer to as THE Creator, much different than A creator. It tells us we can worship as we want, with the government not imposing how or what we choose to worship. In other words, the church is free from the state. But wily evil men, have changed the wording, with only a few mentioning it, who are quickly drowned out in their moment of truth. WE cannot have the church influence government, but we can certainly have government influence the church. The creation trying to control the creator. We have freedom of religion, not dictated by them! And so they cleverly talk about what we hear today as the separation of church and state. Which when given a choice, as the division causes, so many choose the state. After all the government is here to protect me, take care of me in my old age, and give me freedom. But in changing the truth, we are forced to choose between man or God? And the evil forces continue on, right in front of us, subtle but dangerous, and deadly for those who don't choose God. No wonder we no longer are the land of the free!

It is as if the devil put the choice right there, but we refused to see his signature on it. And as we watch God taken out of our daily lives, we see the erosion of morals, then families, and finally our once great country-all because we allowed a lie to be perpetrated. They said it enough, and some believe it.

We have fallen asleep much as Peter did while waiting for Jesus. Many churches, and those in them are deaf to His words of His return, and discount the world events playing out every day-words prophesied hundreds of years ago. So I ask, just like Jesus asked Peter, "could you not keep watch for one hour? Watch and pray so you don't fall into temptation, for the spirit is willing, and the flesh is weak." Perhaps if there is an opportunity to write the history of the US 100 years from now, this will be the title.

Are you asleep? Do you know Jesus? If not, you are asleep. Do you believe the Bible? If not, you're asleep. Do you trust the government more than God? If yes, then you're asleep. And you don't even know it. And waking up a sleepwalker can be dangerous! And lifesaving!

Jesus tells us the truth will set us free. Lies, religion, and governments bind. They control us, and lead us where they wish us to go, not where we want to. Stop and pray-ask God who you really believe in? You may not like the answer-remember the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Don't fall into the trap of trusting anyone but God. For true freedom is found in Jesus Christ, not from Him. He demands a choice, for Him or against Him? Separating the wheat from the chaff of life, and making you make a choice of salvation, a choice you never realized the government was involved in. Just another free service courtesy of your government. Just don't tell them. The law kills-the spirit gives life. So don't be afraid of those who can control your life, but trust Him who can keep it out of Hell!

Yes, Jesus can keep you soul out of hell. All you need to ask Him is "May I be forgiven? Will you save me?" May I or can I? Just words? Or do they tell us more about the person of Jesus than we ever realized? Your choice-and freedom is only found in the spirit.

God or government? One is the creator, and one was a system created by Him. and perverted by the devil. Ask Eve is words mean something? Better yet, ask God.

As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord! Thankful that we still live in the US of A while we still can. Whose words from the Star Spangled Banner have been adopted from God. For as citizens of heaven we are truly from the land of the free, and the home of the brave! America-BLESS GOD!

love with compassion,

Mike

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test rides and track days

The ads sold us. We wanted to meet the nicest people. We wanted to have the good times roll. We wanted the freedom of the road. We even wanted to Solo Suzuki, whatever that meant. So we called a friend, and off we went to the local cycle shop. Where all the beautiful bikes we saw in the ads were calling our name. The paint was brighter, chrome shinier than we could ever imagine, and the seat was calling our name. So we decided to sit on the bike of our dreams-and then a salesman showed up. "No sitting on the bikes," he said, and our dream died. But you continued to show interest, and he finally did you a favor, his words, and let you sit on one. While others less endowed stood in awe and watched you racing down the road in your mind, you were riding and they weren't-at least in your dreams. And you just had to have this bike. And so with all the courage you had, you asked, "can I take it for a test ride?" And as the salesman pointed to a huge sign NO TEST RIDES!, he explained, "not my rule kid, I'd let you, it's the boss you know." And with the dream shattered, and money in your pocket, you went on to another shop.

This shop was different. He let you sit on the bike. He answered your questions. and when he found out you knew how to ride, and were a friend of a friend of a guy he sold a bike to, he asked did you have a license and if you wanted to ride it around the back lot. In shock, you think you said yes, and you must have as the paperwork for this two minute tour would take ten minutes. But you would be riding! And because of that test ride, you would buy your bike there that day-and your next several bikes. And so would your friends. All because of a test ride!

Theresa and I rolled into Albuquerque and stopped at PJ's Triumph. I had never met PJ, and looking at a bobber Bonneville, asked if I could sit on it. Cool. Could I ride it? "You got a helmet?" he asked, and soon I was down the road. No paperwork, no hoping I could ride, he saw my California tags on the Tiger, and told me later if I could ride from California, I should be able to handle this bike. And we began a relationship where whenever I go through town, I stop, and spend money. All because of a test ride. On a bike that he knew I wouldn't buy. He loved riding, and so do I. That was enough, and better than any rules. Besides, I had left Theresa as a security deposit-no way I wouldn't come back for her!

But as my rides got longer, and bikes bigger, I needed longer test rides. And I still met with resistance after many years and 100's of thousands of miles. And then the new Triumph ads caught my eye. And Triumph needed people to get out to ride their new bikes, to see how good they really were. So they offered group rides, which turned into demo rides, which turned into track days, and now adventure tours. They understand that the ads only get you into the shop, the salesman only answers questions, but it takes time with the bike to form a relationship. And one that will last for years to come. Based on word of mouth, still the most effective advertising. And right now their sales are soaring, while the Japanese bikes sit on the showroom floor gathering dust. For years. Like the pretty girl who doesn't have a date, no one asked them for a ride. And test rides sell bikes. Yes it can be expensive, so you qualify the rider first. And some get refused, because they should. You need a license, for instance. Would you just let anyone ride you new bike? But the invite is there, if you take it!

I was told recently of a man who denied church to his kids because of all the bad times he had when he was a kid. He didn't want to put them through it, and I can agree-to a point. The world so often confuses the church with God, and so do many Christians. And sadly, the church has a lousy history in many areas. Contrast that with God, whose reputation, history, and love are much different. Jesus even upset the Pharisees because He was anti-religion, but pro-God. And when they tried to cross him up by rules and legalism, He showed them love, and quoted the scripture correctly, and in context. And in His love, he showed freedom from religion. He met the nicest people who wouldn't be allowed in "their" church, and the good times rolled! Freedom from religion, not freedom found in it. Love and grace, via mercy, showing people He met that He cared about them, and when He showed them love, they would respond in love. Except the Pharisees, who decided to have Him killed. Can't have all this lovin' going on, bad for business. But it was good for the soul.

Show a little respect to those who don't know God today. Who had a bad experience with the man who wouldn't let them in their shop, unless he played by their rules. Offer to spend time with them, answering questions. And remember these two things. One-they wouldn't be asking if the spirit wasn't guiding. God is choosing you in that moment to offer a test ride of Jesus. So just answer the questions, in love. And two-Jesus taught in the church, but ministered outside it. Just inviting a person to church is a cop out. Spend time with them now. And invite them on a test ride later. I don't know anyone who hasn't had a bad time in church. But when confronted with Jesus, well that's different. So offer a test ride first, you'll know when to ask. And watch as the Holy Spirit guides them to Jesus, who shows them God in a personal, intimate way. And you get to ride along! All because you let the spirit do His job, and you did yours.

Test rides happen every day of the week. Keep the track days for Sunday. That first day of a short test ride may be all the person needs to see God's love. Don't let him be scared away by the religious types pointing out all their faults. Jesus saves-not us! So enjoy the ride, I hope you have many test rides with friends you have yet to meet. But don't let a few questions stand between God's love and a test ride. Religion is the place of no test rides-you must buy in, become worthy, then you can ride your own bike-after buying it. Jesus says come unto me, and I will give you rest. Hang out, ask questions. Take a ride if you want. It's His bike, so take the ride. It's free, all you do is say yes to Him.

You will have met the nicest person, have a life of freedom, and you will have met the rock, and have your name on the roll! Let the good times roll-with Jesus!

So, you wanna take a ride? Only by riding with Him will all your questions be answered. Don't let religion get between you and Jesus! And hang on for the ride of your life!

love with compassion,

Mike

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are you in good hands, or His hands?

Beware! The Bible warns us of those who choose to seek out and destroy. Or rob or harass. And so often when we are on a heightened alert, we do look out, but we are not always sure what we are looking for. We trust when we shouldn't, and when taken advantage of, fear sets in. And at that point we have already lost something, even though it is intangible. We have lost our peace, our well being, and even sometimes our security. So we need to beware of who comes to the door, and what they really represent. Many times they only have dollar signs in their eyes. Yours.

When in Joplin this summer assisting in cleanup and ministering after the tornado, we saw people stripped of all possessions, and life savings and even health. Without fail though we didn't see one person who had lost heart. But we did talk to many who were going to take the insurance checks, and leave the area. They didn't, or couldn't bear to live there any longer, so would move on. It was still less than one week after the tragedy, and I would expect they were still in shock-we were just driving through. But praying with some, assisting others, and helping as needed, they all were glad to be alive. And at least for the moment, possessions were of a second nature. At least until they walked us around and showed us what used to be. Or stepped on a wedding certificate. Or a scrapbook. Or couldn't find their car. Or couldn't find their pets. Or their houses. You could see it beginning to settle in on them-their homes were gone. Some for over 60 years. And they could go to the address, but they could never go home again. Even the memories were not the same. No amount of money would restore those.

Having a small fire has caused more stress and misery to us than I would wish on someone I don't like. Insurance companies who find loopholes, contractors who do not do what they say they will, and then lie to cover it. Unreasonable pricing, and being taken advantage of in a situation when your emotions are running everywhere except where they should be. Threats that add more to the damage, and who do you turn to-since now they have proven they cannot be trusted. And that is where I find myself today-not trusting. Damaged more by contractors and their lack of ability and integrity, than by the actual fire. Having my house over run by strangers for 3+ weeks, and still the house isn't done. So pray for them, and for us. We need the peace they have robbed back into our lives. For truly there is no place like home-it takes a tragedy, even a small one to realize that.

Years after our last big San Diego fire, some are still fighting with insurance companies. The government hasn't helped much, in one instance they changed the laws so the roads are wider to allow bigger fire equipment through. The insurance company will not authorize repairs until the road is complete. With no money, and no home, this man has no one to turn to. And no home to return to. And in three cases I know of, the insurance companies have put so much pressure on a family that it ended in divorce.

We found that full replacement value means after depreciation, if you put out the additional expense, they will reimburse you up to a limit, then you are on your own. We had to stay in our own house, despite the fumes, and bad air because we had no money to put out for motel rooms-they would reimburse us but not do any direct billings. My breathing still suffers today. And although I am glad we have insurance, when I see the estimates for repairs, they are outrageous. Over $8000 to clean my house? $986 to steam clean a sofa, two chairs and an ottoman? The subcontractor wanted over $4800 to repaint the ceilings-I had my entire house, inside and out painted for less than that last year! Do we wonder why insurance rates are so high? And why semi-skilled contractors drive new trucks each year? Collusion-although you could never prove it. A hidden sin, that only shows up in your next bill. Can't wait until my bill comes due!

So you cannot trust anyone. For man will always revert to his selfish and self preservation ways. No more barn raising by neighbors, or friends taking in friends. But fortunately we have Jesus. He knows all about scoundrels, and those that pray on the weak. And is the only one who can be trusted-He has proved it over and over. And this is not a plea to help us, keep praying, thanks. But a plea for those who take advantage of those who Jesus refers to as the least of these. To take them to task, to report them to the authorities they are responsible too. To see that the sin in their line of work is removed, so that the next ones don't suffer because you were too lazy or afraid. And pray for their salvation, they need Jesus! So don't hide your light under a basket, let it out and watch as the rats flee from the light. Exposed for what they are. And aid those in need, for Jesus tells us that whoever helps the least of these ones, is aiding Him. When is the last time you gave Jesus a cold drink of water?

Show some love for the least of these today. Report those who are evil to the law. Be bold in Christ, but never vindictive. And pray for their salvation. Wood, hay,and stubble are no way to live-and will not get you into heaven. Trust God. You can still go home, it just takes Jesus to get there.

love with compassion,

Mike

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such a deal I have for you

Twenty five years! A milestone in the collector car hobby, for now anything that is at least 25 years old is collectible, instead of collecting dust. And if the cover of Hemmings Classic Car is right, it not only got my attention, but anything 1987 or older is now a classic. Now I was around in 1987, and busy raising kids, and starting a new career, having just left the unemployment capital of the US of A at the time, Farmington, New Mexico. How bad was it? Rider Truck was paying people to drive their trucks there-it was the number 1 one way origination point in the US! People would just drop their house keys off at a realty office, and leave town. Complete blocks of downtown were vacant-all due to the oil field business going bust. But back to the cars, 1987 cars really weren't outstanding to us at the time. Mustangs had 225 horsepower from the 5.0, today the advertise 421! Camaros had a whopping 245, but only with the 350! Big bucks-if you could get one insured. So looking at the list of 1987 cars, I laughed to myself as to why and what would be collectible. Were any of these cars so interesting that we will begin to see them at car shows?

Mini vans were all of three years old. SUV's were still a few years away. Convertibles were not yet popular, although we did have Mustang GT convertible, which shook terribly whenever you hit a bump. Quality had not become Job 1 yet. The Taurus was 2 years old, and had started a whole generation on its way to ovoid cars, or mostly cars to avoid when recalling some of them on the roads. Cars were just starting to come out of a performance doldrums, Japanese cars were the best quality, and the Germans still were known for luxury in this pre-Acura, Lexus, and Infinity world. Cadillacs had shrunk, but still were huge, Vettes were big and heavy, and Chrysler was still selling variants of the K car-the one that Lido I. had used to salvage Chrysler, remember him telling you "if you can find a better car, buy one!" We did. Even Roger Smith, "call me Roger," CEO of GM, when asked what did his company have to compete with the Japanese for value, answered "a two year old Buick." I'll bet Lee loved that answer. And maybe that is why we don't remember these cars of just 25 years ago.

A far cry from just 25 years earlier when you could tell a Ford from a Chevy, and known for their performance, and add Dodge and Plymouth to the mix. If you wanted economy it was a VW-one model only, the Bug, or the van if you really wanted to never get there. English cars meant sports cars, and Asian cars meant small, uncomfortable, cheesy cars. Cadillac was still the Standard of the World, and the final destination in your upward mobility. Red convertibles still made young couples fall in love, and sedans outranked anything else. Longer, lower, and wider was the theme-bigger was better, and who cared about 9mpg. Remember cruising all night Friday after checking the gas and filling the oil? For $2 combined from all your friends, fun was still fun, and affordable. And the cars were classic, just as their owners are today. Times and styles change. In this pre-EPA and CAFE world, cars told us so much about us. It was an extension of us, and I wonder what today's cars tell us about us. Or do we really want to know?

God looks at things different than we do, and it is us who need to change to be like Him. We tend to look on the outside, and still determine people by what they drive. God looks at the heart, and sees what drives us, that can be scary. Pretty packages we have become, but still need to be changed from the inside out, not the opposite. We didn't start out poor to become poorer, but so many have as things make us instead of God. The story of the widow giving all she had still can be upsetting. She gave all she had, just like Jesus did. He held nothing back, and she followed His example. Her heart was right, and without monthly payments. No envelopes from her church either to remind her to give. She truly gave, and because of her example in this lesson is a classic example of giving, and of God's love. And she did it in secret. Can you honestly say you never told anyone about a huge gift you intended to give? Or never went to show off your new car? Or your new coat, boots, or hair style? This widow lady had style, a style that only God could see, it was that priceless. And expensive.

That is why salvation is a gift. It is so valuable that no price could be put on it-no one could afford it if He did. So God made it free, and a gift for all. Classics and non. A choice you make to accept or deny Christ. Widow or married, it is still our decision. Looking back we have made some bad decisions, can we look ahead with Jesus? One decision to choose Him will correct all the previous ones. A classic decision, based on who He is, not what you drive. 4, 6, or 8 cylinder, it is better to be tuned with Jesus than adding a turbo for short bursts of more power. 25 years from now your car will be old, and you will be older. Jesus will still be God. Classics may come and go based on age and interest-try Jesus. A classic at any age-for all ages. Step into the future with Him now. And leave your payment book at home. If it works for a car, imagine what He can do for you.

love with compassion,

Mike

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sink or swim, I think I'll ride

Believe it or not, there was a time in my life I was very athletic. I would play 18 innings of softball, 6 quarters of basketball, and play touch football for hours-TV time outs not included. I just loved to be playing sports. But when it came to any sport involving water, I didn't. Or maybe couldn't was a better description. While some people would float around and tread water while hanging out at the pool, if my feet didn't touch the bottom, I didn't go in it. Some are floaters, I am a sinker. And a pretty fair one at that. I even used to go off the high dive-jump, not dive, but then doggie paddle furiously to the closest side of the pool. I finally did dive off the low dive, via teen peer group encouragement, read taunting forced me into it, but I never could tell for sure how I would enter the water. Sometimes head first, sometimes on my side, and they'd ask "how did you do that?" But mostly on my stomach, which would knock all the breath out of me, and I would sit gasping for air. Swallowing the pool's innards came easy for me, and I never had to quench my thirst after swimming for an hour. And then there were the dives where I went from a bass to a tenor....best forgotten.

I was no better at the beach either. Riptides loved me, seemed once I was in the ocean, the word got out, and no matter where I was, there was one there to greet me. Body surf? I body sank. I could float for awhile when a gentle wave came up, but there again as long as my feet were on the ground, I was ok. And I never quite acquired the taste for sea water that I did for pool water...personal preference, I am sure you have your own. So I am not a beach goer, and my swimming pool experiences for the last 40 years consist of hot tubs, just as long as I can still touch the bottom.

My last brave act of attempting to body surf was with Brennan up in Malibu. Zuma Beach, great waves, great sand, and oh the girls. So I just had to show off. And when a big wave came, and all the locals guys went for it, so did I. I don't remember much of the ride, but I do remember being wrapped in seaweed, laying on the beach in the fetal positions gasping for air. Sea water burns just as much coming up as it does going down. At least I got some cute girl's attention, who asked if I was ok. Unable to talk, I nodded something, before she and her friends went off giggling. And Brennan was afraid I may have lost my car keys, and how would he get home? So...I have adopted the following policy.

One-if you can't put gas in it, I won't ride it. My horseback riding is worse than my swimming, and I never learned to swim. Think of it as my cause for ecology-not messing up natural things. Two-if you can't ride there, I am not interested in going. There are so many places to ride, why fly? Again, riding comes naturally. So why fly, especially over water? I am not afraid to fly, just the thought of all that water, and me. And the seaweed. So for me, give me cold water on a hot day, a hot tub on a cold night, and if I seem to eat a lot when asked to swim, I will honor the old excuse about waiting an hour before getting in the pool. Eat or sink? Hmmm, please pass the chips and salsa.

Water in the Bible speaks of the Holy Spirit. A perfect way to show how to walk in-like Peter did with Jesus, how to be immersed in it, again like Peter did with Jesus, and how to publicly proclaim Jesus-be baptized in it. So when I got baptized, after being saved for a year, it was in El Porvenir, in the mountains north of Santa Fe, at 8900'! I didn't get it, and I don't know if I can explain it now, but something happens when you are under the water. Someone was kind enough to take pictures, and even my countenance was different coming out, than when going under. A thought my Grandpa shared with me once, when I told him about being baptized. "You sure are changed, something happens when you get are under the water." Only one who knew Jesus could make a statement like that. How I wish I could have spent more time with him talking about Jesus. And don't confuse the religious protocol of denominational baptizing of infants-Jesus tells us if we believe with our heart, and confess with our mouth He is Lord, then we are saved. And it is not a condition of salvation-stay away from anyone who insists it is. It is a choice, not a ritual. And even He was baptized by John the Baptist. Not for salvation, but to show us a way to let the Holy Spirit enter our lives. A way to publicly confess Jesus Christ. For no one can say Jesus is Lord without being saved-in the spirit!

If you haven't yet considered being baptized, talk to your pastor. It will change your life, not save you, but show the world you are taking a stand for Jesus. Jump into the pool of Jesus both feet, and watch as He changes your whole life. Whether in a pool, an ocean, or a mountain stream like I did, make Jesus more personal. Get in over your head, and watch as the Holy Spirit changes your life. A choice you make, based on who you say Jesus Christ is.

So don't feel hurt is I don't accept the invitation to your next pool party. Unless it is a baptism! And I can ride my bike to it! Many things I don't know about the Holy Spirit but this I do know-He adds life to those who trust Him! Now if I can just let go of the side of the pool...

Trust God! The best decision you'll ever make. Now, if it turns into Jet skis, that's a different subject. Did I ever tell you about the time in Cancun...now you know why I rather ride.

love with compassion,

Mike

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you say you want a resolution...

A hearty good morning to all of you overweight people, who ate way too much over the holidays. A happier crowd we are, one you may not have found just few weeks ago as the cookies, pie, and chocolate were overflowing, but now the TV ads remind us of how to lose it all. When maybe if we hadn't indulged so much before we wouldn't have the likes of Janet Jackson-Michael's sister selling weight loss programs. Now that's Neverland! Just like Donnie and Marie, Dan Marino, and many other beautiful celebrity types, follow their regimen, eat their food, and stick to their rules RELIGIOUSLY, and you too will be beautiful. Follow the directions, and you will lose weight, have a sexy figure, and their wallets will be filled to overflowing. Expensive personal trainer not included.

But the key word is religiously. Bound by the rules, they put forth, these Pharisees of weight loss will have you tied in knots, not only physically, but mentally too when you fail. Religion binds, the spirit gives life. How many Jenny Craig types were there when Jesus fed the 5000? No calorie content or carb counters signs there when He fed them. If you really want to get in shape, fall in love. Did you fall in love with your spouse over a set of rules? Or was your heart touched, and no matter how she looked you felt something, and when she wanted to please you more, she lost weight, dyed her hair, or started bathing because she loved you back. No rules made her love you, and no more rules can make her love you more. Works with God too, we cannot make Him love us more. It is the spirit-which gives life, not the law which brings death and diets.

When you first started riding, was it under a set of rules, or was it because it was fun? I remember when we used to ride for fun only-now we are told via commercials, racers, banners, stickers, hats, and t-shirts how we must ride that certain model or not look cool. We won't end up on a podium finish, or we won't have the power to tow a trailer, plow the north forty, or take our overweight wife along. More rules to live by, I only hope that Marie Osmond doesn't ride. YUK! But no matter where you look, someone wants to add more rules to eliminate the fun. To run your life, because they know best. To keep you safe. Bound and under their control. Did you know that when John Lennon was shot and killed, over 80 existing gun laws were broken? Would one more have kept him alive? Maybe 10? If only his murderer had known about them-hey that's it, education is the answer....let's make murder illegal, more classes, with no class. Your rules are wearing me out, I gotta go riding. You keep your rules, and I'll keep my morals-funny you don't need rules if you have morals? Maybe we should make that a rule!

To paraphrase Jesus, "it is easier to live in the spirit than to live under a set of laws. Or for a rich man to go through the eye of a needle." Laws don't make you better, or save you either. Only in the spirit do you find life. And when Jesus referred to the rich man and the camel and the needle, He meant impossible without the spirit. You cannot legislate morality, or salvation either. Without a change of heart, their will be no change of action. Laws don't change people's hearts, only Jesus does. Although the Ten Commandments are a great way to live, their is no salvation in them, no forgiveness. And even if you decide to follow them, who planted that idea in your mind to start with? The spirit! So be guided by the spirit, instead of the law. This may be the most important point Jesus was trying to make to the crowd when He told this story...the spirit gives life, and without it, it is impossible to be saved! No spirit=death. Living in the spirit=life. Simple enough. Simpler than trying to stay within the boundaries of rules and regulations. Still not convinced, tonight give your spouse a set of rules that you think will make her look, feel, and behave better. Then duck. And maybe this will help you lose weight, as you probably will miss dinner, as her new rule is make it yourself!

Please if you would, give me one case where the law added life and didn't rob you of freedom? Give me one example where the Holy Spirit didn't bring life when followed? What rule did God give to His only son? Love! Not rules, but love.

So today stick it to the Pharisees of weight loss, hair style, trends, and fashion. Be yourself...in the spirit! And enjoy the freedom found in Jesus. No needles, no camels, and no more rules...no more weight loss fiascoes either. And start by reading your Bible every day. Not following a plan, but because you want to. No schedule to fall behind of and quit, and then get bummed out because you resolved to do it-let God guide you this year. Watch the Word come alive, as the spirit lives in you. You say you want a resolution...make this year all about Jesus! RESULTS GUARANTEED!

Or you can have you sin and ridiculous laws back. Any takers?

love with compassion,

Mike

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the midweek rider

There is something special about a midweek ride. Maybe it is the excitement of missing work, and riding roads without all the weekend warriors out to impress you. Maybe it is sleeping in, and hitting the road later in the day, say 8am. Maybe it is the choice to ride where you want, when you want, and how fast you want, all by yourself. Maybe it is the special feeling of freedom when you pass someone in their car on their way to work, and you're not-you're going riding! Maybe it is all the above, and then some, some intangibles that there are no words for. It is about the peace and solitude of just you and the road you choose-so let's go riding!

My lifestyle allows me to ride during the week, which for years I yearned to do, but couldn't. I wanted to be that person going no where special, as long as it wasn't to work, or anyplace that told me what to do. Forego all responsibilities, and enjoy the day that God made and has given you. And my peer group of midweek riders is much different than those on the weekends. We tend to be older, mostly retired, and not is any hurry. We choose to ride alone, or maybe with a special friend, who we don't have to wait for, or ride too slow, or heaven forbid, too fast with. We ride our ride, for it is our day. We wave at each other, and the egos seem smaller, or at least better under control. We have fewer people to impress, and realize how privacy has eroded away in our society, making these rides that more important. We choose the roads we want to, and if they get crowded, a detour can be a welcome event. We ride roads that have fewer cars, and go past hangouts that are closed or empty-ones that cater only to the weekend riders. We are a welcome stranger in our own land, and the thoughts, sights, scenes, and food we spend the day with are a welcome retreat from real life. Our battery gets charged, along with the bikes, and while choosing to ride instead of doing a list of chores at home, we get refreshed. The grass will grow again, cars will always need washing, and a list of things to fix or repair only gets longer. But there are so many roads, only so many midweek chances, and motorcycles to renew our acquaintances with. So it is our patriotic duty to take these rides-and to do them often!

Midweek church services are a lot like these rides. A different crowd and a different attitude than Sunday mornings. Those of us who frequent them regularly know that, and know how important they are. They are the rest time with Jesus, while he teaches. They are the fellowship time for us, making the words short and count more because we have to get up early the next day. They are smaller, more worship driven, and fill us spiritually, just like the midweek ride does-only much deeper. They make the ride mean more-if you can do both, you know what I mean. But it is all about Jesus, which is why we meet on any given day. To put Him first, and watch as all the cares that eat us up, are eaten up by Him. It is a time to spend with Him, while with others, who need the same filling. It is one on one with Jesus, a private, intimate time. A time that needs to encouraged more by churches, and led by pastors. Wednesday nights are that special to God. Don't neglect them!

I always at least say hi to a fellow rider when I see them eating lunch alone during the week. We have the road, freedom, and now the food in common. But I have learned that a nod or a wave can be just as important, and not to invade on his time. It is his time, and maybe he is not eating alone, but sharing time with his thoughts and memories. And so I do the same thing on Wednesday nights in church. Some are sitting alone because they wish too, but are very much not alone. Spending time with Jesus, just the two of them, unaware of what is going on around them. Getting refreshed and blessed. So I only wave or nod, and let them make the first move. Out of love, and respect. Not much of that found around anymore.

Take some time to ride on a day this week you usually don't. Even if it is the long way home, take some time with just you and your motorcycle-exercise your throttle and air out both of you. And take some time to spend on Wednesday night in church. Air out, and let the spirit revive and refresh you. And if you can-ride to church! For there is no better way to enjoy freedom than on a motorcycle with Jesus!

Yup, weekday rides help put the whole week in perspective. And just may change your attitude towards weekends. But any day you ride is a good day-and the best days are spent with the Lord! So many roads, so little time. So use the time God gives you wisely. And if you see me at church or eating alone, feel free to nod. For we know what we have is special, and it is always cool to meet a fellow traveler. For whether on the road, or in church, being alone together with Jesus is always special.

love with compassion,

Mike

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kindles or kindling

While killing time yesterday on a rainy day, I walked through the public library of the new millennium-Barnes and Noble. While wondering about the people who sit glued to their lap tops, lattes in hand, I wondered why any retail store would let people come in and use their product for free. Maybe I just don't get it. Try walking around the grocery store and sampling food-hmm, done that. Go down to the shoe store and try on the newest styles-seen that too. I know, I'll go down to the bike shop and ask for a demo ride, and something that was verboten before is now offered. Does anyone pay for anything any more? Are we a society of samplers? Lots of anys there. Anyway, while in the B and N Latte and Free Reading Emporium, I noticed tables everywhere stacked with books with huge discounts. 50% off, or more. 30% off with rewards card. But the ones who were reading the latest magazines were enjoying the best deal-100% off! I believe the term is free. But not the latte. It figures that after reading a $10 magazine-ouch! for free, they would pay the $5 for the latte. And you don't even get to keep the cup!

Somehow the system is backwards, paying for the temporal-the latte, but borrowing at no cost something you could keep and reuse-a book or magazine. And it is always my good fortune that when looking for a certain magazine, the only one left is worn and tattered, from others reading it. So I pass on it, cursing the latte stains, and eventually just subscribe to it myself-fleeing the whole system of weak coffee and free books.

Now you can buy a Kindle, or the take offs of it, and never have to turn a page again. But you have to buy the book. And soon when the Kindle generation takes over, the latte club will have to find another place to indulge their caffeine intake, and where will I find a book to read? Kindle may be the future, but to me there is still nothing like holding a book when reading. Unless you have the dexterity of the youth of today who were raised on touch screens, which when in my hands the screen either gets smaller, changes before my eyes, or goes blank. So I will keep my old ways, my old books, and my old magazines, and maybe someday a young man will ask his dad what the book is he picked up. "They used to read them, how inefficient. Now you can have 500,000 books in your Kindle 12 and never have to worry about how cumbersome the old books were." And with it a whole generation loses one of the earliest dating lines ever, "can I carry your books?" "Can I carry your Kindle" will never take, it would be like asking someone if you could carry their i-phone. Yeah right! And soon backpacks will join the endangered species list, and do away with security guards who check them, and soon the entire reading society will be in chaos. Page 2.

And I will miss the table piled high with books that didn't sell. At huge discounts, which is where I find many treasures. Just because it is there, doesn't mean it is bad. Some are just overpriced, $50 for a book about jokes about bees, and you wonder why it never sold. But I will really miss the full size covers, the dust jackets that catch your attention, and the smell of freshly printed pages. Oversize books that must be held on your lap, or small paperback sized ones that you can hold with one hand-while drinking your latte, while driving. Will anyone ever remember the sound of pages turning, and how good it sounded? Or be able to look ahead to the end, just by turning a few pages? Maybe Winston Smith was right, 1984 has come and gone-leaving only a blank screen, for blank people to look at.

It appears that Kindle also has various versions of the Bible available. I am beginning to see i-pads, and other electronic devices in church. And I wonder about the temptation when your pastor hits a snag, are you Kindlites really following along in the Word, or have you switched to something more entertaining? Or the Charger game? At least there are no lattes in church-yet! It is true we have come a long way from papyrus and scrolls, but to me there is still nothing like turning a page. Even an old saying tells us about turning a page in life, just call me BK, Before Kindle. But no matter what, stay in the word. Are you in the word? More importantly, is the word in you? Your actions, attitudes, and words will say more than any Kindle ever will.

So when the teacher tells you to "turn to the book of Job," I like the sound of pages turning. And I believe so does God, I know pastors do. I hope no electronic sound ever replaces the turning of pages. And as for the discount tables, best sellers don't need to be on sale! The Bible, still the perennial best seller, I have yet to see on a discount table. Maybe there is a theme there, as the Self Help table was overflowing yesterday.

Wait'll they hear you can get those books on Kindle? Will that mean they are only good for kindling? Stay in the word, and let it stay in you. Read it openly in public, and if someone offers you a latte, accept it. Tell them it will go great with the bread of life. Offer him some. For man does not live by bread alone-but from everything that proceeds from the mouth of God!

love with compassion,

Mike

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riders of the storm

You waited all week to go riding with your friends, but as you look outside that cloudy, Saturday morning, you have your doubts. The weatherman says rain, and that doesn't fit your plans. So you call, and decide to stay home rather than brave the rain. Only to be bummed out later as your friends who braved the half hour of drizzle had a great time all day-seems it stopped raining within 30 minutes and the sun was out all day! And warm! A bad call, particularly when listening to all the fun they had. Lousy weatherman, but it is really your decision you have to blame.

Waking up on another Saturday, you have the same plans, and the weather is great. Cool, but it will warm up, you head to the mountains with your friends, looking forward to breakfast. But after 30 minutes, the clouds come in, and as you gain altitude, it starts to rain. You decide to turn back, but your friends go on. And later when they call you at home, tell how the sun came out over the next ridge, and it was warm all the way down into the desert. Again, a too quick decision ruined a great day of riding.

Now I am well known as waiting to the last moment to put on my riding suit. Unless I am soaked to the skin first, I won't put it on. So following my typical procedure, we stopped and put on our suits after being soaked. We were just outside Gettysburg, standing under a cover of an abandoned gas station with others who were soaked. While waiting for the shower to stop, we met another couple up for the day from Maryland. "I watched the weather today," he said, "and they said 50% chance of rain. I figured that was 50% chance of sun, so we went riding. And I 'm glad we did, it was a beautiful morning." And to be a beautiful afternoon, with a huge rainbow after the shower. Wise advice from one who lives where it rains, great advice on this afternoon.

On any long trip, plan on rain. And last summer after braving 110+ degrees days with hot winds in Texas, New Mexico, and Oklahoma, we were exhausted. Leaving Pine Bluff the next morning, it was overcast, so no rain suit-yet. Within 20 minutes we stopped again, thanks Lord for abandoned gas stations, and put them on, a first for me as I was still dry. But for the next 400 miles we would be in hard rain-extreme the Weather Channel called it, lightning, and thunder. And then it stopped, it got warm, the sun came out, and the roads dried. Hello Birmingham! And the ride was worth it, for at the end was a beautiful day, which led into many others to come. The rain serving many purposes-it cooled things off, it made us pray more, lightning is scary when you can see it hitting the ground, and it gave us great expectations of sunshine to come. Not to mention the priceless looks you get from people in cars who think you're crazy. Note-we are, about riding!

Life is a long trip. Expect rain and storms in your life. Every day is not sunny and dry. So God allows storms to allow things to grow-including your trust in Him. He is the safe refuge from the storm, amazing how welcome a leaning, old cover can be in an abandoned gas station. He is the rain suit keeping you warm and dry, resting in His arms. He is the sunshine on the other side of the clouds, where it is always sunny. And He is the rainbow, reminding you how He will never leave you or forsake you. And He is the loving one who travels with you, rain or shine, and wants to be part of all your trips, and all your precious memories.

Only on a motorcycle would the weather have mattered. We could have done all the travelling in a car, and missed making friends, getting wet, and looking at rainbows. Turn up the heat, turn up the tunes, and grab a Big Gulp. Safe and secure from life, but not part of it. Maybe that is why we ride, so we can be part of life. So we can experience the things of God first hand, from behind the handlebars instead of from behind a windshield. An experience that brings us closer to God, which is what Jesus was sent to do. A time to reflect, sing, and praise Him as we go through the storm, instead of changing our plans when the clouds come. And it is in the storm we seek Him more!

You never question the sky or clouds when traveling in a car. But on a motorcycle you watch the sky, smell the air, and feel the wind change direction. You sense the temperature change as you go up and down through valleys and hills, and make decisions based on what you see-as opposed to what you are told. It is more personal, an actual ride of life, rather than just another trip in the car. A day riding like this is like the freedom Jesus gives from religion. You trust Him more, you experience more, and with friends you are building better memories-testimonies we call them. And when your best friend is Jesus, you know the time will be well spent.

What you do the next time it rains will tell as much about your riding as your relationship with God. Put on the rain suit, and be patient. No rainbow with rain, and no Easter without Good Friday. The only way to look back is by going forward first, and trusting God. The bigger the storm, the bigger the memory. And the brighter the sun afterward. Don't stay home when you could be out riding. The road calls, and its name is Jesus!

And it is even OK top put on your rain suit before the storm! Secure in the Lord!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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life hazards on the road of life

On every trip you take, no matter the time or the length, their is always one section you wish you didn't have to ride. For a short commute, it may a string of lights that never are in sequence-patented by Escondido by the way, a section where a cop always sits waiting to ticket you at 41 in the 40 zone-fortunately he always has someone pulled over when you go whizzing by at 50 when you forget, or a stretch of highway like US 85 north out of Cheyenne on the way to Sturgis-more cattle than cars, and not many of them either. Maybe it is like going to Mary FNY's house from my parents in Jersey, 54 miles that takes two hours, and two toll bridges, Goethals $8.00 and the Verrazano $13.00! Half price for those wise enough to ride a motorcycle. But it seems that their is always going to be that one section of road, that messes up your mind while anticipating it, stresses you our while on it, and then leaves the residue of the memory of riding it as you ride on.

And when we finally arrive at our destination, we find no joy in the memory of the ride. Our wallet is lighter from tolls, we may have met the lousy revenue enhancer with the words "to protect and serve" on his car, or arrive in the Black Hills, not sure what time it is because of the imaginary line drawn via the railroads to create time zones. And no matter if an hour early, or an hour late, you're still hungry. So it must be lunch time! And on these excursions which lead us to somewhere, we have actually become a prisoner of the road, rather than enjoying the freedom on it.

How far is the next town, we often wonder while wandering on our rides? Good for planning gas and potty stops, or a home made root beer in New England. How about waiting an extra hour trying to figure out the roads in Pittsburgh, and shoot down the alley to Primanti's? Or my reserve light just came on, and the sign says next town 35 miles, 10 miles more than I have ever gone on reserve before? It seems there is always something to try and rob us of the joy of life and riding. Something very subtle, that we can't get out of minds, so go out of our minds. Like the stretch of road in eastern Tennessee, where you can go both east and west on US 70 at the same time. Or why do the roads in Massachusetts have no distance between towns signs? Or why in Texas, where roads are measured in hours till we arrive due to the size of the state, do they remind you every 5 miles of the distance to the next town? Why do Florida welcome stations have free OJ, and on a hot day served in 4oz. cups? Give me 8 please, I have a family in the car-hoping she won't see your helmet. It seems that no matter how we live, love, or travel, their are rules, regulations, signs, or somebody that will mess up the ride. But what do we do when that person is us?

Stay home? But then you have to contend with a wife and kids. Or the dog. Or the various people who notice you're home, and stop by to see why. The same ones who frown at you as your dog sniffs out a spot to go in their foot high weeds in their yard. Or the kids next door pick that day to have all their friends over. Yes, it seems that there is always something there to remind you of how life can interfere with your plans. Remember the song, Alice's Restaurant? And you thought it was made up? The song was more real than Arlo himself.

Such was the plight of Noah. For 120 years God had him build an ark, for his family he didn't have yet, for an event that had never happened before-rain. But he heard the voice of God, and followed it, despite the threats, jokes, graffiti, and all the fun made at his expense. He trusted God, because he knew His voice, and as hard as the times were, he was able to look ahead, knowing God would get him there safely. From what, he wasn't sure, but safe is safe no matter the road, or the detour. And he understood the importance of who you travel with. Even more when he and his family got in the ark and God sealed it up. And had to listen to those who had harassed him begging to be let in. But that only lasted for a short time. The memories lingered longer.

God's plans include you. And if the road you are on is rough, it means you are probably on the right road. Cops to warn, lights to protect us, tolls to break us, and signs to tell us where we are-or where we are going. And we never ride alone, even when we want to, for God never leaves us. Better than a GPS, He is the coordinates. Better than any road sign, He is the shortest distance, or the most scenic ride. He is the view from the top of the Verrazano, or the view from the gorge under the New River Bridge. He is the endless hills in Wyoming, and the Black Hills with gold. And no time zone can hold Him, He is time!

Like a good road is the destination, Jesus Christ is the final destination. And He is here right now! So enjoy the ride with Him. Rough roads, He will take you through, He knows where all the potholes of life are. Bridges-He knows how to get you over the obstacles in your life. The law-He died fulfilling it so you can live in His love, known as mercy and grace. And He has paid the price-in full, no toll booths on the way to heaven. Curves for motorcycles, wide lanes for trucks, and the scenic ways for those who seek Him, and want to enjoy the ride even more.

Trust Him today. Avoid the lousy commute, make the time more valuable with Him. If it takes 15 minutes more, listen to KWVE, and another teaching. Pay the toll for the guy behind you-really make his day. Maybe the Christian sticker on your car will finally mean something to him. And enjoy the ride as never before-without rushing!

This ride is called life, and only ridden in fullness with Jesus. Ask Him along on your next commute, or trip to the east coast. Enjoy the beauty that surrounds you, and if you really want to mess up someone's ride, smile at them. And mean it. If a biker, say follow me, I know this road. If in a car, let them merge in ahead of you. Pray for those stressed out, and don't be like them. For you don't have to be-the choice is yours!

Would Noah ride? What he would ride is the better question. But we can be sure he would ride with Jesus. Someone he knows, and trusts. Maybe you would trust Him more if you knew Him better? Take a ride to consider that. May be the best ride you ever take! For He rides, not sure what on any given day, but whatever you are on, believe me-He can keep up! Suddenly the ride has a whole new attitude! Enjoy it! With God!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com