finally, the wait is over

Daytona Speed Week is almost here, next week in fact. And to the many who live where winter is a season that only lasts 6 months, it is a cause for celebration, and a time to pack up the bike in your van, and head south to Florida. It used to be about the racing, with the 200 being the showcase event, but in recent years it has turned into a full on rally, and depending who you talk with the number of people attending is 500,000! More than the population of Albuquerque, or even Wyoming! That is one heck of a lot of bikers-and bikes! And after 5 long months of winter and no riding, the adrenaline flows, the bikes are de-winterized, and so are the riders-and they head south! Finally, the wait is over.

In 1974 on my first hiatus from the Garden State, I lived in Ft. Lauderdale, and went to Speed Week. Just a short trip, 2 days, but I remember all the bikes and the smell of castor and excitement that filled the air. If you rode, the high got you. If you didn't, either you were dead, or caught the fever, if not the disease. And for those who attend faithfully every year, it is a time of old friends, traditions, a ride on the beach, and a sure sign that spring is coming-at least in Florida.

And the most popular route south is the I-95 corridor, that when not being used to escape the wintry northeast, is usually a road to avoid. But on our first trip south in 1974, it wasn't completed yet, and so we spent most of our time on US 1, and also US 301. Two lane roads, and in cities sometimes 4 laners, as they call them in the country. And the 1300 mile ride would take 3-4 days, even if the weather was nice. Not at all like today where you can get on and only get off to get gas and food, then back on again, set the cruise control, and nap. Back then it took patience, a strong clutch hand, and a wide eyed willingness to persevere to Daytona, knowing that great weather was just around the next traffic jam. And the farther south, the better the weather-by day. But some of the coldest nights happen in Florida in winter. A biting cold that leather can't keep out, along with fog and sometimes frost that make you think that maybe you brought NJ with you. But the days more than make up for it.

Going through Georgia from Atlanta to Savannah last summer, I came across a new section of US 1. By-passed when I-95 was built. A section that I remember them building 40 years ago, and I remembered how the smells of the paper factories, and of endless miles of praline stands lined this two lane exodus road. Crowded, with all of us the same dream-warm weather, but some of us the promise of a new life, or at least Daytona! But that road last summer looked nothing like I expected-it was 4 lane, wide, smooth, and mostly empty. Only the old signs and old buildings left to decay in the sun reminded me of a ride back then. And as I tried to explain it to Theresa, you could tell as she looked a vacant highway, she had no idea of what the trip was like back then. Only the photos in my memory bank are left to remind me. Maybe it was the 100 degree heat, or the emptiness of the road, or the questioning of a 40 year memory, but I seemed to be the one out of place here. But yet, the pictures are still so fresh in my mind.

Would I want to go back to that time? We need to ask ourselves that question sometimes. As we get older, and the body doesn't heal as well, as the 401k turns into a 201k, and as the dreams we once had have turned to a survival script, were we really better off back then? Would I really like to relive 40 years ago-but by today's rules? And by knowing what is behind me, does that comfort me as to what is ahead? Or are some memories better off left where they happened, with only today's memories to look forward to, some day?

Christians who study the Bible are not surprised by today's headlines. The season of the rapture is upon us. A time that we will be rescued out of here by Jesus is upon us. No freaky religious people predicting the date, but we are told we will know the season. And that season is here. Just like we looked forward to Daytona and a rescue from the winter of Jersey, we look forward to being taken out to heaven soon. But some signs are distressing, and we take an attitude that because we are God's that we shouldn't have to endure this season. And I talk with many whiners, who doubt God, although they freely use His name at church. Truth is, tough times are a sign-so be glad, we are that much closer. Wars, and rumors of wars, sound familiar? Pestilence, disease-take a look at Africa. Economic turmoil, gas expensive, and food following it-just one trip to the pump will confirm that. Families breaking down, or being redefined, in 1960 only 2% of children born in the US of A were out of wedlock, now it is 44%! More evidence? As we hear about church vs. state, and man vs. God, we also see the time when the largest revival in history will take place-and we are there! That road to heaven goes right through you-2 or 4 lane, north or south, east or west, so get on it and go!

Jesus is coming. Whether you believe or not, He is coming. The signs are there, His people are telling you, so what is keeping you? Are you stuck in traffic on US 1, or cruising on I-95? No matter, God knows where you are, and has you there for a purpose. Bike Week is only a temporary destination, then we go back home. Heaven is a one way trip-we won't want to go back! We are finally home! So live your life accordingly!

And if the road you are on is rough, you are probably on the right road. God will see you through, so stay the course. The most blessings belong to those who persevere-just ask those who made the trip south many years ago. And make sure to tell those you meet about the road ahead, and where it leads. Jesus saves! Are you saved? Soon the wait will be over.

love with compassion,

Mike

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religion will do that to you

The Apostle Paul was faced with a great task when he wrote to the people in the area of Galatia. He had to be very careful with his words, for the people were very adept at changing their minds on things, to suit them in any situation. Or by adding to the truth, making them appear better, and thinking that was better. Fickle we would call them today, and it is just as prominent now as it was then, or maybe more so. Look at how fashion trends come and go, and how the trendy live precariously as to the next trend. What if I am not dressed right? How will I get by? What will my friends think? What will I do with last month's boots? MOM! Watching some MX races last weekend Honda seemed to be the ride of choice, but there were also some KTM's in one class that seemed to dominate. One day ride red, then fade to orange, then the next year Suzuki yellow, or is it Kawasaki "Mean Green?" How can it be that the fickleness of the mall types has taken over the dirt tracks of America? Like, duh? Sadly it is all cosmetic, as nothing is usually done to improve the rider, or the mall rat. They think they are perfect-their only flaw. Question-does this sound like your church? Teaching other people's books from the pulpit, but not God's? Can anyone improve on the gospel? Was God waiting for you or your denomination all these years so He could change lives? You may be surprised what others see in your religion. And it may not be Jesus! Trendiness in churches ain't the gospel.

So Paul was faced with similar attitudes when dealing with the Galatians. And he had to be careful to speak "the truth," and not just "a truth." Being fickle meant being religious, and being religious meant adding something to the gospel. And in doing so, turning it into a lie with the added words, or ideas. It was Jesus and keep this rule, Jesus and observe this holiday, or Jesus and honor this person. The key word adding religion, and denying the saving power of Christ was the word "and"! Still prevalent today, and still as destructive. With one exception-believe in your heart, AND confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord and you shall be saved! Express the inward change by an outward action! It is not Jesus and wear this underwear as some cults say, it is not Jesus and only this day is he true Sabbath as another one claims. It is not Jesus and distribute our newspapers, and depend on education to be saved, maybe-it is Jesus, and only JESUS!

So Paul had to be careful so others did not interpret his words for their own good-or own religion. And we have to be careful today, too. Guaranteed, anything you say will be twisted around and used against you-the devil even tried it on Jesus, so speak only THE truth! Keep Jesus the only agenda, and give Him all the glory and credit. I watch as people rise to prominence in one area, get prideful, and think they can do it all. And when others follow them, they are all led to destruction. You didn't heal anyone-it was God. You didn't have any wisdom, it is God! And you are not THE way, Jesus is! A simple gospel, so that you can explain it. And it is not your responsibility to change the heart-only Jesus Christ changes life-you don't, can't, won't, and shouldn't try! Let God do His work! Quote Him, not some man!

The music world is full of one hit wonders, who are known for a certain song, then dumped for the next one in line. Don't let your Christian walk suffer like that! Be careful in who you believe! Know in whom you believe! Remember it was the same crowd that called for Jesus' crucifixion that only one week earlier honored Him as King. Your ideas may be stylish today, but will they stand the test of time-the next day? Jesus was not a one hit wonder, He is wonderful! His song for over 2000 years still leads the charts of salvation! It is still sung in every language, every tongue, written in all languages, and is the standard of heaven.

Are you serving a one hit wonder God? Is your appearance more important than what's inside you? Do you follow the trends instead of the Bible? Does your religion leave you empty and desiring more? If confronted, can you explain how Jesus changed your life? Try this-a two minute testimony. 30 seconds of life before Christ, 30 seconds of your testimony, and 60 seconds of the change after. We are told that it is by His blood, and the word of your testimony you are saved-share it with others. For no one knows your testimony better than you. No one can deny it-it is true. And it is a gospel you know better than the gospel. It is that personal. Don't be afraid to share it-using words when needed. And when using words, use the words of Jesus, and in love.

Trends will change, aren't you glad that God doesn't? No new revelations, no new ages, and no new religions. No book tours or telethons needed. Find what you are looking for in Jesus-the truth! For like a used motorcycle, last years model is never worth what you paid for it when it comes time to trade. Never say "Mike said," or "my pastor says," only quote Jesus! Please God and not man. Be warned-for many will try to lead you astray. Salvation is only found through and in Jesus Christ! Stick with what you know to be true, and don't trade it for something you don't know. Don't let the fickle finger of fate lead you to destruction! And next time you feel holier than thou, give it the empty tomb test. His is empty. He is resurrected. And I have these nine inch nails I would like you to try. Now do you see what I mean?

love with compassion,

Mike

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fernweh tonight

Growing up I spent a lot of time playing with my friends in their rooms. Many times I would go to their house, and then they would come to mine. But over the years there were many times we got together, but we would never get together, and I actually had never been to their houses at all. My trips had been via TV, as these friends of mine were TV shows. Over the years it is possible I spent more times at the Cleavers at 211 Pine St. in Mayfield, after they moved from Grant Ave. than with Bruce and Barry. I grimaced when Wally had dating problems, and when Beaver was unjustly accused. I also found nourishment many times with milk and cookies after school-and despite the warnings, never once ruined my dinner! And I secretly wanted to ride in Lumpy's '40 Ford with the Smitty's, do you think maybe a gear head wrote that car into the show? And didn't we all have a best friend like Eddie?

I spent many hours listening to Andy and Barney discuss life's problems over a haircut and a shave at Floyd's Barber Shop, taking the advice to heart. I can still smell Aunt Bea's apple pies! And never miss a chance to see Goober imitate Cary Grant. SHAZAM! I watched with awe as Steve Douglas switched from Chevies to Pontiacs, but still preferred Mike's jalopy over Steve's Safari wagons. And who growing up didn't want a dinner table where the Lazy Susan in the center of it brought ketchup and pickles to you instead of waiting for it to be passed. And again Bub cooked them food, made the lunches, and gave them great advice, all the time barking and bellowing at them-in love. And again cookies and cake when they got home-no wonder you hung out at their house! What a sad day when they left Bryant Park for North Hollywood! And even able to take one young Ernie Thompson with them after Mike married Sally-if for nothing else to keep the name of the show honest!

And through the years I learned to dodge ottomans while at the Petrey's, what a cement pond is when at the Clampett's, and got pre feng shei lesson from Morticia Addams on decorating, and still wish I had an alarm for the mail like they did. And a butler-"YOU RANG?" And how cool were your parents, would they have let Uncle Fester ride his motorcycle in the house? Yes, they were a bit strange, but compare their 45 year old family values to those of today-they had all the integrity of Ward and June-just the Frumps instilled the family values a bit differently than the Bronsons! Ward-do something! But the incredible thing is that I spent all the time in these homes, without ever going to them. My entire time with them was spent in a place that I did not, and could not go, for one simple reason-they didn't exist! And neither did the people! But even knowing that, I still have desire to visit someday. Is it just me? Has reality finally rung at my door?

Lately after such visits I have a desire for "fernweh," a German word with no direct English interpretation. Fernweh refers to a longing for, and a need to return to somewhere that you have never been before. Déjà without the view. And whether it be visiting old friends you never met, or planning your next trip, I often feel the need to go places that are familiar for the first time. Once again for the very first time. And although there is no direct English word for fernweh, I believe it speaks of a destination unique to Christians. It speaks of heaven-the true home and final destination of those who believe in Jesus Christ when we die. It speaks of a place that cannot be described, for eye has not seen it, ear has not heard it, and mind cannot imagine it! It was seen briefly by Paul, and it was so beautiful he had no words for it! FERNWEH! And the desire to go there increases every day! My true home, and one where the Lord has been preparing a place for me for years!

Finally I may get the bathroom off my bedroom like Wally and the Beav. I may get a Lazy Susan and not have to wait for the ketchup while others hog it. I will have my own cement pond-heated, to swim in, and it will be decorated by a loving God, in a way even the Addams' would be impressed with. It will be within walking distance to Arnold's and be even more modern and impressive than the Flintstones-the "modern" stone age family, and even beyond what the Jetsons could imagine. Now that's cool! I will have all the fine neighbors of the Taylors, and a simplicity of Hooterville. I can smell some of Kate's pies baking at the Shady Rest now. And it will have rest, for all stress from life will be gone, and we will have one very important neighbor-the Holy Spirit! He will be there and in the presence of Jesus and His Father, we will finally be face to face with a Triune God-all at once! Something to consider about your after work or school activities today!

It is your choice where to spend today. And also your choice where to spend eternity. With God-FERNWEH, or without Him-HELL! If you don't have the longing for God-ask. If you do, choose Him, that is the Holy Spirit encouraging you. Because of the wonder of TV we have friends and places that we know but have never been. But thanks to Jesus we also have a place to go we have never been, but have only heard about. Make sure you are in the Book of Life by accepting Jesus today. And then encourage your friends to make the trip too. Better than the best script, and joy unspeakable! Better than June's cookies or a pie of Aunt Bea's. More fun than Pugsley's octopus, and more cool than Lumpy's '40 Ford. Now that's cool! Neater than an afternoon at the Douglas's listening to Bub expound on life, and more love and compassion than all of them combined! All rolled into one place-just for you! Where the cookies are always warm, the milk always cold, and you never spoil your dinner! We'll call it home!

If you aren't sure, ask Bud, Kitten, or Princess. They'll tell you, "Father Knows Best!" And like Gomer says, "best of luck to you and yours."

FERNWEH tonight!

love with compassion,

Mike

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you'll wonder where the yellow went...

I learned yesterday that courtesy can be an important safety factor. As in letting a woman go first, and in this case giving her a wide berth to do it in. While leaving Staples, and waiting for traffic to pass so I could walk to my bike on the w-i-d-e crosswalk provided, I noticed a young mom pushing a carriage. Not just any carriage, but one of those double wide versions, with the big bicycle tires on it. Not unusual, but it only had one kid in it, who appeared to be somewhere between 3 years and Jr. High, who didn't quite fit in the seat. But piled next to him in the other seat, were blankets, a diaper bag, some water bottles, and attached to the side was another bag hanging off that appeared to be full. And it took all she could to push this thing, which reminded me of how we used to have to push a '68 Mercury we had when the battery would die. No wonder she appeared tired, and I had to look away, I didn't want to say hi to her and make her talk in between gasping for air. All this for a trip to Staples. I really must have underestimated you office supply shoppers!

Years ago when on a trip to Canada, I rode with a man who found the need to bring additional parts and supplies with him. Two quarts of Harley oil, in case they didn't have it across the border, a huge security chain-we crossed the northern border, not the southern one, and various tire repair, emergency flares, and first aid parts. At least he had loaded the bags evenly, as they both were bulging from the bottom under the weight, and had purchased a huge duffle bag to carry his things for the trip. Christopher and I had a tank bag and a back pack-with his toys in it. I still don't get it.

One time in my early stages of MMD, Mulitple Motorcycle Disorder, the Sprint RS had sat for a few months and the battery was low. Refusing to start after a gas stop, David offered to jump start me with his Gold Wing. Which had a tow rope, security chains, tire repair kits-tube and tubeless, jumper cables, a blanket, flares, and gloves and overalls so as to not get dirty. I've seen tow trucks that weren't as equipped, and all this on a motorcycle! And this was his everyday standard equipment! No wonder they pull trailers-filled with cases of bottled water, tents, sleeping bags, and various farm implements. Something is wrong here-and I don't think it is me!

Just look at the cars on your street parked on it, and not in their garages, and you see the overflow of stuff we accumulate. Storage Wars is a hot show right now, as when they can't afford to pay the rent, the stuff gets auctioned off, and then re-stored in someone else's garage. Where it finds its way into saddle bags, trailers, and baby carriages. And the cycle-not the motor kind, continues.

I sat next to a man the other day in a Bible study who was obviously into the studying part. As I sat with my Bible open, he opened his Bible case, which was stuffed with the notes they pass out at every service, and they were stuffed in between pages, in the pockets of the cover, and took up almost as much room in the case as his Bible. Something I have seen before. But I couldn't help notice how he had highlighted things in yellow, and as Doug started to teach, he began to highlight even more. Now I thought highlighting was so you could pick out a scripture from among the others-this guy needed to go to highlighters anonymous! On some pages, everything was yellow! At least his coloring was good-with no lines to stay within he had done a very good job. Now I am not against those who study the Bible, but you guys who are highlighting compulsive really must love to color. I was tempted to ask him to find a certain scripture for me, but his mind was somewhere else, so I skipped this chance to find out if he really could find the answers with his system.

Seems we are more compulsive than we think, or will admit too. One person buys a huge carriage, all the moms do. One overfills it, they all do. Sort of a Boy Scout overload project-Be Prepared. But I know that the more stuff you carry, the more you can become overburdened, and pretty soon the stuff controls you-like the girl guiding the carriage. And figuring in the time to load and unload this, a ten minute trip to Staples-where was she going to put anything she bought, turned into a 45 workout! EASY? Not for her!

The world is vying for our attention, and it will use anything and everything to get it. And it only has to get between us and God for a little bit, to throw us off track. To keep us from the full effect and blessing He wants to show us. These things can be subtle, or ingrained in us via TV commercials, or social peer pressure, but anything we put before God is a sin. And can lead us into it. And leave us wondering not only how did we get there-it was only a trip to Staples, but how do I get out of this? Take the time today to shed yourself of some baggage. As you lighten your load, you leave more room for God. Travel light like the apostles did, based on what Jesus told them to take. No money, a change of clothes, no food, and He would take care of the arrangements. And He still does today. How many things do we really need that serve no purpose? How many things do we carry that we can get as needed along the way? Do motorcycles really need to pull a trailer? And how much highlighting is too much? When do we start to underline the highlights?

Live life simply-like the gospel. If you cannot explain something simply, you obviously don't understand it. Stop trying to keep up with the Jones, and start hanging with Jesus. He walks with you, supplies all your needs, and His words are already in red, or orange in some highlighted versions. Keep the simple things simple, and the main thing the main thing. JESUS! Don't let Him get lost in the backpack or saddlebags of life. And if you must-at least put Him on top, where you can reach Him in a hurry!

A simple tip on packing, and baggage-and how to handle it in life, rather than it handling you! Just the highlights...if you please...

love with compassion,

Mike

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the failure of success

It is a rare event when someone sets out to be a failure. Even mediocrity is considered failure in our society, so what truly is the meaning of success? Selling millions of records? Filling stadiums for concerts? Having your own amusement park? How about the best table at Arby's? You see success can mean many things to many people, but it also comes with a price, a price that may not show up at the time of initial success, but invariably will show up someday. A bill that comes due, and it never comes at the right time.

Did you know that Michael Jackson died over $400 million in debt? That his personal spending habits were some $30 million per year? But in death, his estate is now worth over $1 billion? Where are the MBA courses on that? Where is the work hard, amass millions, and then die for others to enjoy them course? Did you know that Whitney Houston sold over 170,000,000 million albums and singles, and at one time was worth $100 million, but died in debt? And as the mourners and the fans lined up to say good bye, to worship them one more time, what kind of example did they leave to them? Is that the encore performance you desire? Why would we want to be like them? If money buys happiness, why were they hooked on prescription drugs? Why is everyone who came in contact with them now enduring their life being compromised, along with their values? Is this entertainment? Maybe if they had only charged another $5 per CD, or another $100 per show they would have been happy-or at least happier! Sadly it takes no financial talents to make money, but to keep it and not lose it does. Yet the King of Pop, and St. Whitney went to the grave miserable, in debt, and leaving a legacy for others not to follow. Not a new story, for drugs and death are not new to fame and fortune-it just will never happen to me. Money with no values=nothing. And when you die, you leave the same amount as the poor man-everything! Even the Kardashians can't keep up with that.

I watched as they interviewed a lineman in the NFL. The football entertainment league. He was paid millions to tackle people, obviously a talent lost on many others, and when asked how he felt about $5/gallon gas, said he thought it was a great deal. The guy that filled his Land Rover now was charging him $50! Maybe this is why so many after leaving professional sports, or are one hit wonders go on to being broke. The exception to the rule is Wayne Rogers, aka Trapper John on M*A*S*H. He quit the show because it was costing him money, he is an investor and one of the richest men in Hollywood-notice he is not in show business anymore. If only Michael or Whitney had talked to him first. But would they have listened?

Ecclesiastes was written by Solomon, the smartest man who ever lived. When God asked him what he wanted, he said wisdom. And it showed-when he used it. But Ecclesiastes is written when he wasn't walking with God, and shows how empty a life with riches but no Jesus really is. Sex is good-how about 700 wives, and 300 concubines? Fame-how about parks, memorials, and buildings named after you? You think South fork was big, his ranch was a nation unto itself. And like Michael, Whitney, and so many others, when he died he left it behind-for others to enjoy. To some who did nothing to earn it, but now enjoy the benefits of their life, and their death. And you need to ask yourself-what are you working for? What will you leave behind? What is the legacy I am leaving my kids? What did I teach them about values? Or was it valuables?

The rich man never has enough-which is why Trump and Buffett continue to wheel and deal past their retirement ages? What can they personally need that they don't already have? Will one more monument bring success? What happens when something, or someone is their God, and it isn't Jesus? Maybe that is why God tells us blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. A new heaven and a new earth-coming soon courtesy of God. Where there is no pain, suffering, day trading, record deals, monuments, managers, drugs, or anything else between us and God. Just like He wants now, as stated in the Lord's prayer-"on earth as it is heaven." Can we say that now-God, your will be done? Thy kingdom come? On earth, just like in heaven? Why did the apostles ask Jesus how to pray, rather than how to make money? How to build a business? How to organize a book tour? How do we do a telethon to raise money? And you thought it was safe within the church-sadly the church invited the world in-shut the doors, and won't let it out!

Turn to Jesus today. Tomorrow is promised to no man, or woman. Michael didn't wake up and say "I think I'll die today." Whitney wasn't looking forward to death. So let me ask you, do you trust God enough that you are? Is heaven calling, and you can't wait to go? Or are you looking for that one last deal, last meeting, last new car, or job promotion before dying? What you leave behind will tell us more about the values you had while alive. Let the only debt you leave behind the legacy of who Jesus Christ is in your life. The most valuable thing you can pass onto your friends and fans.

My God is alive, and well, and resurrected! Is yours?

love with compassion,

Mike

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A-bombs, ax handles, and the Holy Spirit

When having the engine rebuilt last week on the RMZ450, we had to wait an additional week because of the wrong part. And since it was internal, no work could begin until this part arrived. Not the most expensive, and not even part of the original repair, but a part that should be replaced so that it won't fail soon after the rebuild. And again I am reminded of how the small things, though small in stature, can affect the outcome of a bigger event. And how starting from the inside out is how you rebuild a motor-the very heart of a motorcycle.

War of the Worlds-the 1953 version, was on last night. One of my favorites, great special effects, and a great Gene Barry who played Dr. Clayton Forrester-sound familiar all you Mystery Science Theatre 3000 fans? Great scenes of LA over 60 years ago, and a reflection of core values found not too long ago. With the ending even taking place in a church, where get this-they are praying! To God! Even worshipping Him in the midst of a crisis! All from a movie made in Hollywood! Pinch me-am I dreaming? But like all science fiction, and all lies, the story is based on fact, then massaged for its own use, today we call it "putting a spin on it," but that is the beauty of fiction, it doesn't have to play by the rules. And so we see the Army bombing in close range, and even an A bomb set off that has no effect. Well almost, at least not on the Martians, note-we never know where they are from. And as they attack all earthly beings, no weapon is found that can destroy them. Except one little scene, where Forrester and the femme fatale are hiding in a farm house. When the long antennae enters the house investigating, Dr. Forrester beats the glass lens with a broom handle, rendering the Martian vehicle useless. Too bad they just didn't arm the villagers with ax handles like they did in Frankenstein, but that's another story. Once again the simplest of things would end up destroying the over technological alien invaders. Ever wonder what will happen when the lights go out?

But in the movie, after praying, and the people having no place to turn but God, the aliens begin to die. The people have given it all over to God, and then He intervenes. It seems the Martians cannot handle the bacteria in our atmosphere, and they die of an air type pollution. And we are reminded of how the simple things of God can overpower and outwit the largest of enemies. I just find it ironic how the Martians die of smog, in LA! Maybe a political message? How did Al Gore miss that one?

But once again God, rescues us after praying, in His way. A true life experience brought to life via the Martians. And like rebuilding the engine, it starts from the inside out. A regeneration that the enemy is ill suited for, and when we get saved we have the ultimate warrior fighting for us-GOD! And in Romans 12 it tells us to no longer conform to the things of the world, but to renew our minds. And again, like renewing the engine, it starts from the inside. Just the opposite of what the world tells us. Look good, be skinny, be buff, a $100 hair cut, and $200 jeans are what it takes. Putting manure in a clean bucket, as if the manure will somehow change because of its package. But the truth is Jesus Christ changes lives, from the inside out. Look at things from God's perspective, not your own selfish desires. Seek ye first, the kingdom of God. Lean not on your own ideas or experience. Obey God and watch for the victory! It may be a tough fight, but God has a perfect record-He never loses! Can you say the same?

And then after the trial, don't forget Him. Too often after a tough battle we stumble again, not letting God continue to be God. Remember in all situations that God's wisdom is always more powerful than any weapons used against you. But good advice, Godly advice only works if taken. And the simplest of ways can be the most effective. Simple because we are, not because of God's endless defense budget. Simple so that we can get it, by faith, then do it. More precisely, let God do it! And if it works in movies, imagine how it can impact real life! Without a script, but God Himself to follow?

And a note to the military, if attacked by Martians, arm yourselves with ax handles and broomsticks. Worked against Frankenstein, and is the only battle won by the humans against the Martians. Think of the savings to the Defense Department. But keep it simple, or else we might end up having $10,000 ax handles. Built to a spec. With electronic sensors, and laser accuracy. Maybe even a right and left handed version so the minorities aren't affected. Sound familiar? I'd rather follow God, for like the movie reminds us, it is the simplest things of God that overcame the enemy. It will still take someone to swing it-the simplest things of God-us.

Renew your mind today in Jesus Christ. Rebuilding your heart-from the inside out. Not by might-no bombs or ax handles, not by power-no great Armies needed, but by His spirit-which may be unseen, but is so large that we can't see it! The things which are seen are temporal, the things not seen are eternal. From the scriptures, via Hollywood, courtesy of the Martians. Not of this World!

love with compassion,

Mike

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being like everyone else, only different

There is a group within our motorcycling community that unless you know them, are almost completely invisible. Within this group they are up to date on the latest models, know the latest trends, and can tell you who is the fastest and where the best deals are. They can tell you the difference between a stock and an "R" model, what colors are new for 2012, and what the best tires are for touring. They can tell you where the most popular bike nights are, where the trendy people are touring this year, and what roads are the best motorcycle roads. And they may be standing next to you in a bike shop, and you never know it. And they know all these things, yet have never thrown a leg over a motorcycle or even ridden a mile. They are known as a group as "aspiring motorcyclists," people who have never ridden, and many who may never ride-they just love the sport. They digest all the info they can, and know more than many who do ride-just never have had the experience to match it. All based on here say, magazines, and listening to those who do ride. They have smelled the aroma of the steak, and heard the sizzle-just never sat down to eat one.

Included within this group is a subgroup which does ride-they just have never gone anywhere. I find them more in clubs, on older bikes, and are always willing to join in when talking about having been somewhere. But when asked "when were you there?" they always reply they never have, just read about it, or have been listening to someone who has been. And at first I thought how neat that the next generation of riders is so informed, except they never became riders. And many who aren't, think they are, and believe what they say because they say it with such authority. Now I find I am rather disgusted with them. They have no intention of riding, but want to share in your blessings by hanging out and getting part of the overflow. Buzz words to listen for are "My new bike was bike of the year," over 20 years ago. "I am saving, and when I get enough the Kawasuzsonda is my next ride." Only they never get enough money, the dream is always just out of reach. But the dead give away is "My wife won't let me have a motorcycle." And sadly these gelded men go through life, married to a nag who controls all their life activities. And along with their desire to ride, also has emasculated them in other dreams. And as they look back, they can only comment on how things might have been-not how they should have been. A life without any life in it, a life without motorcycles. Never knowing the freedom-only having read about it. More aspiration than perspiration-never seeing the nation. Only frustration.

Pseudo-knowledge, not facts. I think we all know people like that, and we soon grow tired of them, and avoid them. Perhaps that is why a full face helmet is so effective-it drowns out the noise. But what do you do when you encounter aspiring Christians? You know those that claim to know all about the Bible, and comment on it-they know all about Jesus-they just don't know Him! It seems they always have the loudest mouths, the most opinions, yet they have never stepped foot inside a church. "Too many hypocrites," they say. Never seeing themselves less than perfect. Ready at any time to dispute the deity of Jesus
Christ, remind you He really wasn't born on Christmas Day, and how bad the church is. Confusing the church-people, for a God that they know about, but yet have never met. Opinionated, just neglecting the truth. And like the aspiring rider, only leave a trail of disappointment for others to follow in. And leaving a wake they never see, for they don't care about people, don't care about God, but only wish to elevate themselves to a status where they are admired. Self condemned, they have heard the truth-just never let it set them free. A slave to religion, and a slave to self-and it doesn't have to be this way.

1John tells us to test the spirit. Works on riders too. I can throw in key places I've been to expose their lies. Also works in testing a so-called Christian brother. Ask them about the deity of Jesus. If He is only a great teacher and prophet-but not God, reject them and expose them for the apostate person they are. Avoid them, and like 2John says "do not even tell them God Bless You!" And don't let them in your house-or church. They only seek to destroy-a little leaven, sin, soon goes through the whole loaf. Pray for them, but let God handle them-it is not your job to change their heart. They are the ones leaving the fresh scratch in your new tank-don't let them leave marks on your life, too.

"Aspiring riders" have been around for years. Do not be afraid to ask them qualifying questions. Because you see there are also some within the group truly looking, who may have been hurt by some because they aren't religious, or don't have anyone to ride with. Be sensitive to the spirit! For you once were lost, or only riding in a car. Introduce them to the freedom of motorcycling! Introduce them to the freedom of Jesus Christ! And watch as God changes their life and yours. For love is not fully expressed until it is shared. And no matter the age-8 to 80, you never forget your first motorcycle ride!

A whole new generation of believers is waiting. Be among those that introduce them to the truth. And don't be afraid to expose those who only aspire, but have no desire. We call it life, and it is for the living. Given by a man who died, and then rose again. Just like He said. Don't take other people's word for it-ask Him direct!

And if you really want to ride, but a good helmet first. Protect the brain you have, then use it! You should be riding! You will never know the life you are missing if you don't take the first ride. Aspire that one!

Heresy or here say-find out for yourself! I'm going riding!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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if only they had asked

Saturday was not a good day to watch TV unless you were interested in St. Whitney. After going through all 200 channels twice, she dominated even channels I thought would be exempt. So desperate to watch something of real value, I found car med TV, an infomercial. Now I hate commercials, so I really hate infomercials. Take some lousy actors, have them pitch a questionable product, get a fake audience nodding and smiling, and you have an infomercial. But this one was so bad I had to watch the first few minutes-like trying to turn away from a train wreck. You just have to watch.

They were advertising a plug-in scanner, advertised as just like the ones the techs at the dealerships use. WRONG! When your check engine light comes on, plug this in, it tells you the problem and you fix it. Just like that. Except Santa Claus is more real. Take for instance a code P1500, major evap leak. Usually a loose gas cap. Would you trust Mr. or Mrs. Scanner to fix your car when they can't even tighten a gas cap? How about a P100? Misfire. What cylinder is it? Do you know how many cylinders you have? Which one is #1? Is it a coil, coil pac, bad wire, bad plug, or did you run out of gas-which can cause a misfire? Remembering that it is a poor doctor who has himself for a patient, do you really trust this ad? And you end up at the dealer anyway. Ask yourself-if you were to spend billions of dollars on a product, would you give up all the info on it to just anyone? Would you let a student at hair school do your hair? Both her and the professional both have scissors...

Did you know that most dealership techs go to school 3-4 times a year, and get weekly updates on these items? And that many things are corrected via software updates-not available to the public? Or that sometimes when the updates don't work, the next week we are told to put back an older program because it worked better? So my best advice, is if you use your computer to diagnose your own car-RIGHT CLICK and see if that fixes it. I told that to a geek once, who later called me back, and wanted to know where he hooked up his lap top. While his cell phone was on speaker-just hope he wasn't driving at the time.

So taking bad advice, trusting someone you don't know, when the knowledgeable people are available can be frustrating. And dangerous. And is not a new concept. In the beginning...reads Genesis. Here we see Adam and Eve, created by God in His image, and who walk with Him everyday. Along comes a snake, Eve falls for his convoluted lie, and rather than even asking God, who she knew personally, believes the lie. And here we are today. If only she had asked God, instead of believing the devil, or even asked Adam, the results would be different. And so it continues today, not only on cars, but on TV, in books, college courses, and everyday life. We are trained to trust anyone or anything but God. And then suffer the consequences. Pastor Chuck offered some good advice in this. "Never turn away from that which you know to be true to that which you don't." Simple enough.

Now if only I can get a producer, and a product, I can do an infomercial. The product is here, the gospel, the author is here-God. I know, $29.95, and you can scan yourself. A self examination of your problem. Yeah, we're all honest, that's what got us into the problem in the first place. Throw in some pictures, test questions-hey we may have a best seller here! Does it come in colors? Can I use it while on my cell, while driving? Which celebrity will endorse it? Well...once again why pay for something that God offers for free? It is called salvation. Available only from Jesus. No new editions, just the only one that works. Direct from the creator, and no shipping or handling charges! What a deal! And He goes with me everywhere, and never needs recharging! Better than wi-fi!

You may now return to your all St. Whitney Saturday. It is too late for her-get Jesus while there is still time. Go with the original...Jesus!

Sitting in church is always better than sitting on the side of the road!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

when old school was just school

Back before attending school everyday was just a revenue enhancer for the school boards, we actually went to school to learn something. Reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic...as the song went. We were told that to get an education was the way to higher salaries, bigger cars, larger mortgages, and more ulcers-well maybe not the last one. We went to school, and never considered not going. Well at least until high school, and when we had our license we would sneak off to the shore. Or on nice spring days to go riding. But we accepted the fact we were doing wrong, and reluctantly paid the price-until the next temptation came along. And it seems temptation only came in the form of breaking the laws, we would never call it sin-that was for Baptists. No-we were just young, immature, wild, and rode motorcycles. We never thought about tomorrow for today had enough thrills of its own. We didn't look back, but still could look ahead, for the future was bright and shiny like our rides, not dull and worn out like the past. Last years bikes weren't cool, that would take another generation. Longer, lower, and wider was what we wanted in cars. Faster, brighter, and more chrome sold bikes. We were so busy keeping up with the Jones that we never saw the future coming for what it was. And when we got there, the only place we really found security in was the old days. Where did we make the wrong turn? Did we miss an exit?

Each generation is faced with the future, but in recent years has tended to migrate to the past. When I pull up next to a guy on a Ninja, when I'm on my Bonneville, I'm old school. When you attend a car show, and a '40 Ford rumbles by hot rodded out, it's old school. And when someone shows manners and courtesy to another, those are old school rules. Not much hope for the future, we have become a society of Classic Rock, Classic Coke, classic cars, and classic bikes. When really we are classic people, and maybe the last generation to truly have something to look back on. School was never as cool as old school, if only we had known then what we do now. No one looks back to the future.

After riding in LA last weekend, I don't think I ever met anyone who decided to go to the city to ride for the weekend. For the roads. It is always the canyons above Malibu, the twisties above Santa Paula, or getting out into the country. Ride away from not to the urban sprawl. Seems we are all looking for that simpler time, with less hassles, less people, more peace, and better roads. Roads not 6 lanes wide, and still backed up, but roads where we can ride our own ride, and stop and remind each other how much fun we are having, because it reminds us how much fun we used to have. Two lanes-one in each direction, for coming and going. And like the CSN&Y song says, "we've got to get back to the garden..." Not realizing that it was sin that got us here, and that more sin won't get us back.

But the garden still calls to our heart. The country, where there is peace. And as a Christian it don't get more old school than God. For after we sinned, and were forced from the Garden of Eden, generations have been seeking a way to get back. Through drugs, riches, wealth, politics, careers, or even religion-we are all looking for Eden, at least what we perceive it to be. But Jesus tells us that He is the way. In fact He is the door! When God sealed off Eden from man, He put angels there to guard it with swords-and Jesus is the only way in. Heaven is how we refer to it today, and Eden was heaven. No sin, no crime, perfect weather-no rain until the flood, and a presence of God all the time. With only one rule-don't eat from a certain tree, which our ancestors did-and well, here we are. And for 6000 years have wandered outside of the garden wondering how to get back.

Heaven awaits those who believe-no other way, no other payments, or no other works to be performed. Jesus paid it all. The only price that could be paid, He paid. The original old school, the truth. And maybe that is why we still search today-for no one else tells us the truth. Maybe today is the day you stop looking, and realize what you are looking for is only found in Jesus.

There are many good roads, but only one leads to heaven. There are many good ways to live, but only the righteous, those who are right with God will be saved. There are many good philosophies-but only Jesus is the truth, the way, and the life! So here's a choice for you to make, old school-Jesus, or New Age-trying to make it on your own.

Only one way will get us back to the garden. He is God and you aren't. Keep that in mind when you go searching. Looking back old school wasn't old school, but just school. We knew what was expected, then it was our choice what to do. And we are still offered that choice today with Jesus. He doesn't force Himself on anyone, but desires you to return with Him to the garden. A place of peace, where the lion and the lamb get along. No politics-just grace. No competition, because who can do better than God's best? Quiet, solitude, and perfect weather-do I hear any bikers say AMEN to that?

CSN&Y was right-we are looking to get back to the garden. Not a new song, but one Jesus has been singing for 2000 years. Take the time today and look to Him. Look at what old school brings to life, and compare it to what goes on in schools today. No wonder we look back-because outside of Christ we have nothing to look forward to. Not old school-how about just school? No religion, how about just Jesus? And you will find that the garden starts in your heart...and the road you ride on with Jesus brings you closer everyday.

Alice Cooper was right about school being out for summer. So enjoy the ride to an endless vacation...no more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks! No religion, too. Interested? Talk to Jesus, the road ahead never looked so good! See you at the next assembly-in the Garden! Schools out...forever!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

pictures courtesy of my friends at BA-Moto.com they should have stayed in school!

the parable of the 5 BMW's in 5 years

After 6600 miles in only five months on my first bike, a 350 Honda, it was evident there might be something to this motorcycle thing. So as my horizons expanded, and the open road called, it was decided to get a BMW. Which at the time were referred to as the "Cadillac of Motorcycles." This at a time when Cadillacs were the "Standard of the World." I even had a 1%er come up to me outside a bar and shake my hand telling me, "man that's the Cadillac!" And so the legend went. And my first BMW, a 1972 R60/5 was my ride for the next 13,000 miles, and 13 months. It took me to Florida, where in Hollywood a man made a left turn from the right lane, and it was totaled. I was broken and bruised, and my girlfriend's needed knee surgery, but I would ride again. RIP R60.

So off to 441 Cycle in Ft. Lauderdale, where 5 weeks later a 1974 R90/6 was my next ride. #2. For all four days and 400 miles it was great, until I got rear ended and woke up in a body splint in a hospital-a victim of hit and run. Miraculously I could still walk, but was in a lot of pain. The R90, well the drive shaft was pushed into the engine-dead at 4 days. RIP R90.

So after a few days of major meds, it was off to 441 Cycle again, this time it was an R90S, the one on display at Daytona. #3. And for the next 16,607 miles, we were inseparable. Until while starting the bike, the engine came apart. Right in my driveway. And with no warranty, and a broken heart, I had it rebuilt. Within a few months this is the bike that I would ride west to New Mexico, and start my new life in the Lord. And which I would sell to a girl, once it became a burden to my walk with God. I had had girlfriends who told me I liked the bike more than them, at least that was no secret. But I was to be without BMW's for only a few months, until #4 would come into my life. RIP R90S.

But first skipping ahead a couple of years, I got my last BMW, #5, a 1977 R100S. The bike I would meet Theresa on and we would go riding on the first night we met. But it too, starting making engine noises, and the local dealership replaced the ring and pinion. Still noisy, I picked it up, only to almost make it home before, you guessed it, the engine came apart. Four BMW's, known for longevity, and all of them either crashed or blew up. Now I had had other makes, with no problems, and I made up my mind I was done with the Cadillac. But in between 3 and 5, was one who almost changed my opinion. RIP R100S.

My friend Vince sold Volkswagens, and I sold motorcycles. Enter #4. He brought a 1971 R75/5 by one day, a trade in. The price was right, so I bought it, intending to resell it. It had a white Luftmeister bags, a white Windjammer, and an ignition built into the fairing. The almost perfect bike, my first with bags and a fairing. And I immediately put it up for sale. The only thing I did was put a Christian fish sticker on the windshield.

A deal was struck with a man, who needed 45 days to come up with the balance. So I gave him a note, and after 45 days Garcia and I met him where he was a cook at Denny's. As he gave me the last money, he explained that he had done everything he could to remove the sticker. It wouldn't come off. It bothered him, because he wasn't a Christian. But people kept waving at him, giving him a thumbs up, and other Christians would talk to him when he stopped. So he had checked out this Jesus thing, and now was saved. All because of a sticker on the windshield that the Holy Spirit used to send people his way. And remarkably the only BMW I ever owned that lived up to its legend. And didn't blow up or get hit! Must be a story there!

Living up to a standard, or a reputation isn't easy. Once we make a statement of faith, no matter the ride, we are wearing a target. With my BMW's, the riding world thought I was riding high, "the Cadillac man." But in truth they were the most unreliable bikes I ever owned. The accidents weren't the bikes fault, but after two of them, and two motors coming apart, let's just say that if I was superstitious, I would be superstitious! The same can happen with our walk with Christ. Some weeks go by that if it wasn't for bad luck I would have no luck at all. And we wonder what did we sign up for?

Life is what we signed up for. Not to escape its problems, but to have a loving God to walk with us. To shelter us, protect us, and guide us through life. To show us the way, but still let it be up to us to follow. And like BMW's 1, 2, 3, and 5-life can let us down. But like bike #4, we see that Jesus is always with us, and has a plan-that often times we don't even know about. So carry on! Don't quit riding! Don't lose the desire of your heart because things don't go your way. It took 5 "Cadillacs" to get them out of my system, but I still ride today. And one man is saved because of a sticker on one of them. The only Christian sticker I have ever put on any motorcycle! And because God sent people his way, he came to Christ.

What legacy you live up to is up to you. I choose to be associated with Jesus. Tough times-He's been there. Friends and family turn on Him-He knows. Caught in a web of lies-no secret to Him. Beaten and crucified-for us! And somehow it all works out for our own good! Now that's grace! That's love!

And I have never met anyone else who had the success rate like I have with BMW's. So I rather brag about my success rate with Jesus. What legacy will you leave? I hope mine is more than broken memories and busted bikes. So let me tell you about my Lord Jesus. Did you know He rides?

BMW-Bad Memories Witnessed! What kind of a witness are you?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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are you sure 5 motorcycles are enough?

There is a fine line between lust and passion. Symptoms may be similar, but the heart knows the difference, for passion comes from God. And in turn is returned to Him via worship. Putting Him first, instead of living for our own desires. For instance I am chastised by others from time to time because our garage is full of motorcycles-7 right now, #8 comes home tomorrow. Five are mine, two Andrew's, and one we keep for a friend. And I am asked, "do you really need five motorcycles, you can only ride one at a time?" So I would like to address that question, since the last time I was asked you could tell the person was jealous. Or indignant-somehow it just wasn't right for God to bless us.

God has given us a passion for motorcycles. And for riding them, and for being out among the motorcycling community to minister. And since there are many moods, each bike represents a different mood. The Street Triple is fast. Just the basics, and can go 0-100 in less than 8 seconds. Read this paragraph again, and I just went 100! Great brakes and great handling, too. And all the fast guys know what it is, and so I can fit in with them and visit. When they stop-this thing called self preservation keeps me from riding at their level.

There is no way to be anonymous on the Bonneville. People stop us, roll down car windows, or come and tell us stories about how they had one once. "It was hard to start, bad electrics, and it leaked oil-but boy I miss that bike! Wish I had it back!" For the memories that go with it are deep in people. We have heard about marriages, college days, and girlfriends all because I am on one. Precious stories, we never get tired of hearing them. They are right, this bike is special-I can ride it 100 feet and find myself smiling. Fun is the word you are looking for here.

Orange County Vintage Bike has a cool show the second Sunday of each month. So when I ride my 1978 Suzuki GS1000e there, I am among guys who remember it-and how we wanted one back then, but money, careers, and family stood in our way. More memories to share, bench racing to do, and I get to visit with a different group of motorcyclists-guys like me who have the same disease called motorcycles. And I am amazed at how far technology has come in 34 years, and how I am not the only thing that got older-but not old.

Seems we are ahead of the curve with the Tiger-an adventure bike, which is very popular today. When the road ends, the ride doesn't have to-we used to call them dual-sports. Set up for touring, we have accumulated 78,000 miles since 2006, and been in 48 states-only riding it 6 weeks a year! It is the one bike that is always ready for a trip, and set up for both of us. From Maine to Savannah, to Daytona Beach, to the Upper Peninsula, to the Columbia River Gorge, and so much in between-it has seen America, and so have we! Meeting so many who we never would in a car, God has blessed us with the passion to travel, and then allowed it to happen!

But bike #5 is special. It too is a Bonneville, but its rider is Theresa. You see she rides her own sometimes, and we just back from a 400 mile weekend. She has ridden over 45,000 miles in 6 years. And she gets to ride her own ride, and we get to ride together-just on separate bikes this time. And she gets to talk to many who are amazed that she, a woman rides, that she knows about her bike, and has done 500 mile days. Like her plate says-"GET OVER IT-GIRLS RIDE TOO!" And riding with your best friend, whether on the seat behind or the bike ahead, is a great blessing. You see God wants to bless us-so we let Him! Scripture tells us that He gives you the desire of your heart, and with us, HE is the desire of our hearts. Then all things get added-and He supplies them. Not to covet, but to enjoy. Not to worship, but to use to honor Him, and to be used to minister to others. He calls it grace-I call it fantastic!

The Apostle Paul understood this, too. He made Jesus first, and became all things to all people. He went to them, like Jesus did, and spoke their language. He took care of himself, never asked for food or money, and watched as God guided him like no other man since Jesus. From jail to shipwreck, and all between-his passion for Jesus showed to all, and made his witness effective and believable. And just like Jesus, we get to eat with many who churches might make sit in the back, or not let in at all. We get to see little kids in hospitals excited to sit on bike. We see old ladies take their first ride at 80! We see God's beauty as we travel this wonderful country, and we see His grace as He allows us to do it. And the time alone with Him while riding is precious. For it is a passion we have for Jesus, and not the things of the world. He just puts them in perspective, and when you seek Him first, He truly adds all other things to your life. And you own them-they don't own you.

So maybe 5 bikes isn't enough? More people to see, roads to ride, and the gospel to share. For when God gives you a vision, He has already worked out a way to fulfill it. So don't let the jealous, or Pharisee types get you down. Ask them along. Invite them to ride with you. To experience the things of God firsthand, instead of through some gossip or bitter ones who are lustful. Let the greatness of God shine through your life and ride, and watch as you are blessed more times than you can count. Watch as others are drawn to you, and want to know about your joy. And take the time to share Jesus in your own words, to many who would never hear them in church. Jesus taught in the chapel, but ministered out on the streets. Where the people are-and where the motorcycles are. 2000 years ago He knew a time was coming when we would want to ride. That time is now. Invite Him along-let the joy begin!

Live your best for Christ. Enjoy the blessings of sharing His love with others. Maybe 5 bikes aren't enough-you see there are seven days, and God rested on the seventh, leaving six. Maybe God is telling me something, could it be the time to buy another? Like I said, so many roads, so few bikes, and so little time. No matter the ride, enjoy it in Jesus. Put Him first! And keep Him there. And as He becomes the desire of your heart, watch as the blessings overflow in your life. Joy unspeakable-and full of motorcycles! And the half has never yet been ridden!

And to the one asking is 5 enough, seek God for your own walk. Don't envy mine. Ask God for a passion that only He can fulfill. From the heart. You'll know. And so will we. It's that personal.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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sin-the mark of the beast

Gregor Samsa woke up and noticed something different. It was him. He had fallen asleep the night before normally, but when he woke up noticed something very different about himself. He was a cockroach! He had a hard shell for a body, and now six appendages instead of four! And as he laid there wondering if this was a bad dream, he noted his mind was still the same-except now he could not speak, but only make other cockroach sounds, which might only attract other cock roaches-and that grossed him out. A man's mind, sharp as ever, but in the body of a cockroach. By the way, Good Morning!

Such is the story, The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. A European writer from the early 20th century, who wrote short stories. Thought provoking, a pre-Rod Serling type of writer. And among them was The Penal colony. In it we are told of a machine designed by the commandant to print/tattoo the prisoner's sentence on their body. After a hasty trial-no one was ever told if they were guilty or innocent-all were found guilty, they were laid in the bed of the machine, which was cotton to catch the blood, and the designer would tell the harrow what to print. A cotton gag was also placed in the mouth of the guilty, to prevent him form biting his tongue, and for catching more blood. Finally the harrow would move up and down with many needles, and print the crime the prisoner was found guilty of. Then the crime was printed on them-which sometimes they didn't even know! Until after six hours they are finally dead! And in this example, his crime was "HONOR YOUR SUPERIORS!" A crime we all fall guilty of, aren't glad you are not a character in a Kafka novel? But real life under the law can resemble his story, or even worse. Did you know the Federal Government has stopped printing the book of US laws? There are so many of them, that has become too expensive, and the man in charge of it claims each day we each break at least three laws-without knowing it! And we call this the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And yet we still elect more "lawmakers"? How about some "gracemakers!"

We are all born into sin, Romans 3:23 tells us, but God offers us mercy through Jesus Christ. He protects us with His grace, and any sin we were guilty of is washed away. Called justification, as if it had never occurred. It is our choice to choose Jesus, or reject Him. and no matter who the person was on earth, his income, health, wealth, or position-we all face the judgment day! Mercifully those of us whose names are written in the Book of Life are found not guilty! Sadly so many "self righteous types" will be found guilty. And God takes no joy in the death of the sinner. You see it was all about them, they were in control, they didn't need God, in fact they will claim they never sinned at all! And unlike court proceedings today, we have a Judge who is righteous, and the guilty just like in The Penal Colony will know perfectly their sin, and its just reward-only they will be in eternal damnation for eternity! Too late to change-so why not do it now?

Hell was not created for man, but for Satan and his angels. But when man chose to follow Satan in the garden, we all became eligible for hell. Only in Jesus is there salvation! And hell is described as a place of weeping and gnashing of teeth. Outer darkness, no light, but a fire that always burns. And in total isolation away from God-just like they wanted it-their choice on earth was to not choose Jesus! Even in death God will honor your choice to reject Him.

Ah, heaven. Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor mind imagined the things of heaven. Too beautiful for words, a place of no sin, and the presence of God-forever. You would think the choice was that easy. AND IT IS! For Gregory Samsa his metamorphosis was one of a physical nature. For those who believe it is a spiritual nature. For the spirit never dies! and it is your choice now, today, to choose where to spend eternity. HELL, in agony forever, because you rejected Jesus, or heaven, because you accepted Him. That's the gospel-so easy anyone can do it!

What is your choice? Saying nothing is saying no. Someday your sin will find you out, and you will wish you had turned to God. Consider the choice-mercy vs. damnation. Choose soon, for no man is promised tomorrow. And even becoming a cockroach is better than hell!

These are the facts. Found in the Bible-some 6 billion of them printed. Making God the most successful author of how to books ever. And how to get to heaven is included! Pick one up today, or ask a Christian about this heaven thing. You have been told your possible sentence, unlike the man in the Penal Colony machine. His sin caused him death, only in Jesus can that sin be washed away. Painlessly, no needles, and no more death sentence. No more laws-only grace. Can you think of any better time than now to trust God?

The machines are waiting for those who die without Jesus. I prefer to be found sinless in Him. Those nine inch nails He took for me are far superior to any needles I ever want!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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fun is riding your own ride...on someone else's bike

Nice people up at Simi Valley Cycles, so when out riding this weekend, and Theresa needed her tires checked, we stopped in. They immediately got to checking them, and while we were waiting some of the guys in the shop saw what I was riding, a 2012 Speed Triple R, not available to the dealers for at least another month. And one guy was real suspicious of how did I get one? So while his friends were ragging on him for not having the latest info-seems he was the sales manager, I showed him the Motorcycle Distributor plates from Georgia, and he felt better knowing it was a press bike. But after they all gave their opinions, and asking how did it handle, etc, we all left friends. and even without riding it, the talk that night would be what they saw that morning, a gift of a bike not yet here, but on its way-and now they really wanted one even more. Didn't even ask to sit on it-just the fact that they saw one was enough to keep the conversation alive for the next few days.

Which is a fun thing I get to do, riding so many Press Bikes for Triumph. But I was really glad the fast shoes in the shop didn't come out, and ask "is it faster? Does it handle better? Can you tell a difference in the brakes?" You see it has over $7000 of race suspension and brakes on it, which may be nice on a track-my tracks consist mostly of freeways to get to the curves. But I can tell you this-it handles incredible, and yes, the brakes should be the standard for all bikes! I'll leave the race track for guys like Mickey, Ray, and Curtis to sort out-for me this is 1000 miles of bliss. Every once in a while it is fun to be special-or at least be on a bike that is!

When I ride a bike that is better than I am, I have to remind myself to ride my own ride, always good advice, no matter the bike, the road, or the rider. I haven't got in over my head too many times, but it is nice to have a bike under you that can forgive your moments of talent indiscretion. But mostly I ride my own ride, faster than some, slower than most, but I rather have fun than try to impress some squid and end up in a ditch. While some guys I know look for that extra tenth of a second per lap, I rather ride an extra 50 miles that day. Each within our own little riding world. We call it fun, and when we each try to invade each other's world, we lose the fun. Most people I know think 100 mile trip is way too much. We ride 150 miles for lunch. I have friends who will spend all day at a track dialing in their suspension, I rather go places. But I get it, so I wish them well, support their efforts by encouraging them, and we each trade stories via bench racing-motorcycles being our common denominator. And it gives me the chance to meet other guys who ride, and meet nice shops like in Simi Valley. Not every ride is a race-so I don't ride as if it is.

Too often if it rains the last 20 miles of a great day, or we get a flat on the last lap, that is all we remember and take home with us. We neglect to remember the laps at full speed, or the hills and valleys on twisty roads that earlier we thought would never end. We take exception to anything that ruins our perfect day, and steals our fun. and can go from thanking God, to wondering what He was thinking when we got the flat, or the rains came. Ministry came be like that. But the lesson of Ezekiel is best remembered. God told Him what to say, and what to do, and who to say it to. Tell the Israelites, a stubborn people, and do not be afraid to tell them the truth-punishment is coming for their rebellion. But He warns Zeke not to be like them-do as I tell you and all will be ok. God's OK, not ours, a big difference. For like a ride, there will be rough roads, bad weather, dumb drivers in cars, and other obstacles to avoid. Not all who hear your message will turn to God, in fact they may turn against you! Jesus did not come to unite the flocks, but to separate the goats from the sheep-it is not your job to change a heart, just deliver the message! In other words, just obey what God gives you. Don't go Jonah on Him! For His will shall be done, and the best way to enjoy it is to obey. Rough road-slow down and enjoy the sights, or take a side road that God offers-avoid possible danger! Rain-it will pass, just never fast enough for me. But in sharing remember that someone is always watching, and the words meant for your audience may be heard by another. Only in heaven will we know-but rest assured God does. And somehow this all works out for our benefit.

Theresa needed air, the shop got to see the S3R. We got to visit, and both of us had needs met. Keep the gospel, the good news of Jesus the same despite the situation, knowing God is in control. More people come to God on bad days than on sunny ones. For it is in our bad times we seek Him more. But don't let that be a reason to not praise Him on the sunny ones! Praise Him in all, for it all works to our good. Trust God!

It is the truth that sets us free! Speak in and live it in love. Do not be afraid because your bike is slower, and older than you are. Ride your own ride! Along with Jesus! God will deal with the rebellious, no reason to let them upset your ride. You see the Sales Manager was vindicated after he saw the bike, his facts were right. Even if his co-workers still ride him. So speak the truth. What did you see today? It just may depend whose eyes you see it through. And who you are riding with. Stay the course God has given you, don't lose your vision. When trusting God you never have to make a U-turn. Something you never want to do on a race track! Serving God is fun-don't miss out!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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