you never see motorcycles parked in front of a psychiatrist's office

Face it, we live in a stressful world. And if as you are reading this you aren't, rest assured by the end of the day you will be. You see, the world is out to get you, a comforting thought for those of you who are paranoid, and evidence against those in denial. Maybe not you personally, but the three things of evil, the world, the flesh, and the devil are out to do you in. Not a major victory or catastrophe maybe, but maybe something simple as cold fries with your burger, or "I said no mustard" on your burger can ruin a great day. A dead battery, a mark on your new Arai, or where are my keys can just set you off. You mean we have to go in the car is one of my favorites. So we need an escape, and an escape route. But sometimes the entrance to it is obscured, blocked, or sometimes just not available. A detour until the next exit.

For those of us who ride, who really ride and enjoy the motorcyclist lifestyle, the freedom of riding can be our panacea. Nothing like the freedom of the road, until someone on their cell phone cuts you off-and the dirty look that you did something wrong hurts worse. I saw a t-shirt that said "honk if you never saw a gun fired from a motorcycle" and I like the attitude, but maybe not the action. You see the stress is there, just waiting to mess up your day, and you don't even have to look for it-it finds you!

So I have some of my "therapy" rides and roads I take often. Just to get away, and spend time alone with God. To not worry about things, but just to ride and enjoy the sounds of the exhaust, to enjoy the music it makes at higher rpm's. To go slow if I want, or charge into a corner, leaving the world and its snares behind. To be free from thought, or as deep in thought as I care to be. A moment that can stretch for miles, or make one section of pavement make my whole day brighter. Where time stands still, while I don't. No stress, no conversations, no cars, and no SUV's. Just me, and time with God well spent.

I have different roads for these moods-and NO-I will not disclose them. Nor should you share yours. Just what you don't need is company on these asphalt nirvanas. Just like too many roads that appear on PASHNIT, that I used to ride before they advertised them and turned them into two lane freeways. Some things better off not said-agreed? Your smile tells me you get it.

But back to the world. It offers psychiatry as a release. We can control your moods by drugs or therapy. We know what's best for you. And they lie. As I found out when I applied for SDI. Because of constant pain from two types of arthritis, they thought I was depressed because I have trouble sleeping. So off to a state sponsored psych I went. Per their request. Who asked if I was afraid to die? "NO-I am a Christian and heaven awaits." Well, then because I wasn't afraid to die, I must be suicidal. You need therapy. "NO-I am not suicidal, I trust God." Well, how about anti-depressants for 30 days and we can recheck you? "NO-I don't do drugs, I am not depressed, I am not suicidal." Note-after 20 minutes of this I could see how some would become homicidal! Well you must be depressed, you have trouble sleeping. "NO-I have constant leg and shoulder pain, that's why I don't sleep like I want." And in desperation, his last attempt, why don't we ask your wife. We will put you on drugs for 30 days, and ask her if she sees a difference. "NO! I am not depressed, either is she, and we don't do drugs. We don't do therapy." And stay out of my marriage and family. He really gave me a strange look when I told him I do counsel others, and use the Bible. And the look of disbelief when I said when I do have a problem, I pray or ask a pastor. What-no drugs? No therapy? How unworldly? Sigmund-HELP! To quote Nancy Reagan-JUST SAY NO! So I did, and do. See you should really be scared when you hear "I'm from the government and I'm here to help." Remember the government sponsored motorcycle back in the 70's under Joan Claybrook that only went backwards? Obviously this guy doesn't ride. And shouldn't. A good thing, for most who do are a better class of people, we don't need him or his kind messing with our freedom.

So that is why you will never see my motorcycle, and why you should never see a motorcycle in front of a psychiatrist's office. They're nuts! And why the freedom of riding is still the better way. You see Jesus promises us peace and joy-something beyond understanding. Something that cannot be chronicled or controlled by drugs. Something that is completely at odds with the world and its pseudo remedies. So next time the stress knocks at your door, answer it and turn to Jesus-"hey Lord, it's for you." Let Him deal with it-He knows how. And let the joy fill your soul and the peace that goes with it. Find that road, and make sure He is on it with you. It's that personal.

Remember any road with Jesus is better than any road without Him. Greater is he who is in Him, than he who is in the world. And greater is he who rides, for we never have to face psychiatrists! And if you do encounter one who rides, be careful. Not all who come in the name of motorcycling enjoy the freedom. Just like all who come under religion want to control. True freedom is only found in Jesus-no matter the road you are on.
Take a ride, spend some time with Him and see why, then you will understand why you never see motorcycles parked in a psychiatrist's office.

But you do at church.

love with compassion,

Mike

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March madness

In the past two weeks I have spent over 1700 miles on three different motorcycles. Add a fourth, and that goes to 2700 miles in a month-not bad for a March. In like a lion, and out like a lamb, goes the old saying. And talking with Mickey yesterday when dropping off the Tiger XC, we commented on how easy the bike was to ride. Lots of power-94hp from an 800cc dirt bike, and great brakes, good handling, and a comfortable suspension. Just push the starter button and go-the computer takes care of the rest. Like I said, an easy bike to ride. Talent helps too. But getting back on my old GS1000, at 34 years old this once technological wonder is an antique. It had sat for three weeks, and didn't want to start-a quick battery boost did the trick. But it took a few minutes and a few miles for it to warm up and smooth out. Something no rider would be patient with today. But when new, we considered it the hot set-up, and it was just part of the ride. But the thing that first got my attention was how small it was after sitting on the Tiger. It felt tiny, this old hot rod touring bike, and I remember when it used to feel so big. And smooth, and fast with dual front disc brakes, and all of 82hp available. It was the king of superbikes-just ask Wes Cooley who rode it to championships and fame. But today I had to ride it, as opposed to just sitting on it and turning the throttle or applying the brakes when needed. It demanded my attention-not a bad thing when riding, but I had to think, no comment here please.

And going back two weeks I was on another bike, a Speed Triple R-perhaps the best handling bike I ever rode. Fast and fun-but I had to ride it too. For with its handling potential, I was able to go into turns faster than ever before-some 10-15mph faster, and with the radial Brembos on it-it stopped like nothing else I have ever ridden. But where I had to work hard on the GS, the S3R demanded I be part of it-and soon no thinking was required as I truly became one with the bike. And in shock again as I got back on the GS. Same rider, same roads, but what a difference a different bike makes. And what a difference the ride made. I had to "ride" the bike again. The one time dream bike of mine, with no peer at the time, was now showing her age. Still a lady, but an older lady. And me an older man. Guess maybe I have changed my riding style in 34 years, too.

When I go back to Jersey and see someone who I haven't seen in years, they ask if I still ride. And in their mind I'm on my R90S, a wild kid. So they still think that when I say I still ride. Some truth in that, but I have grown, maybe not up, but in the Lord. To my past I am just the guy who went fast, but to my friends now, I'm just the guy who goes fast...Maybe things don't change? It seems Jesus had the same problem when He went home. He was Joe and Mary's kid, the carpenter. That was how they remembered him. How could it be that He claimed to be the savior? How could it be that it was Him healing the sick, giving sight to the blind, and raising the dead? Jesus? Of Nazareth? Sorry, not the Jesus I remember...He was just a carpenter then..

And so it goes that no prophet is recognized in his own home town. I know the feeling. I'm still the crazy kid on the motorcycle-it seems everyone else has grown up and old, and has something to show for it except me. But when we talk, and we get to know each other, we find that the legend changes. We both have births, deaths, kids to feed, and mortgages to pay. And we find that we have more in common with each other than we thought. Way cool when we both ride-but even cooler when we both know Jesus.

Get to know the real Jesus today. He may not be who you think He is. Or who the world wants Him to be. He is God incarnate, 1/3 of the the Trinity, and died for your sins. He wants to save you, and even though He will always be Joe and Mary's kid, He has a heavenly Father just like us that He wants to please. So don't prejudge Him. Give Him a chance. Spend some time with Him and get to know Him. But do it now.

For my old Suzuki is 34 years old, Jesus only made it to 33. Today is the day of salvation. Don't miss it. For you see motorcycles change, and get old. So do we. And we may be harder to recognize. But Jesus is the same today as He was then, and will be forever. No surprises, or doctrine changes. He still loves you, and wants to bless you. Take a ride with Him today, and share some times that someday you'll look back on like I look back when I ride my old bike. And when I ride the new ones, I compare then and now. Just like my life, before Jesus, and after Jesus.

And you know, He does change lives. Salvation is a good thing, and it goes on forever. For men may get smarter via technology, but Jesus had it all from the start. Recognize Him in your life, for although He will always be Joe and Mary's kid, the carpenter, more importantly He is Jesus, the Christ. The only begotten son of the creator of the universe. God our father! I just call Him friend.

What do you call Him? Depends on how well you know Him. Seems Jesus has a lot in common with March. In as the Lamb of God, and out as the Lion of God. And still Jesus after all these years.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

living a dream

Many think that as they get older that time goes quicker. I was once among them, until I realized that time wasn't changing-I was! I was getting slower, or not as fast as I once was. Time was constant. And the second law of thermodynamics proved it-we are all atrophying. Sorry evolutionists, we are all aging, there is no fountain of youth to the missing link. The same could be said for my level of smarts. One day I woke up, and found out I didn't know as much as I thought I did. And that I didn't know more than I knew. And believe it or not, I felt much better. For it seems the lessons of my youth had stuck with me longer than expected, not growing up will do that to you, and fortunately had not caused permanent damage. After reading Ray Stedman's study on Ecclesiastes, I found myself like Solomon, except for the riches. He wrote this in a fallen state, he wasn't walking with God at the time, and found out that no matter what your stage in life was, without God you are a failure. And will never enjoy life as God has intended it. No matter how much chrome you have on your Harley, the catalog gets bigger each year.

Like many, I was approached at an early age by an Amway representative. "Do you know ten people that could use more money?" And signed up, believing all the rhetoric, seeing the beautiful people in life flying to lunch in their own Cessna, eating lobster for breakfast, and burdened with which Cadillac do I drive today? But real life was different, the meetings had other wanna-be's like me, and one time I was told that success in the company was "fake it till you make it." Now if Amway was short for the American Way, they had hit it perfectly. Finance your future. But at age 22, I was still young, and vulnerable. So when a couple, Ralph and Dee, who were movers and shakers, were bragging about picking up the new T-bird they had special ordered, I cruised by Frontier Ford to see them get their dream car. I was watching their dream. They saw me as they walked into the finance office, and as I stood outside, I heard the battle unfold. They had lousy credit, and they couldn't get financed by anybody. Lack of income was among the problems. Shot down, in a world they lived in that was more form than function. They were good arguers, but lousy negotiators. Seems Ford didn't care how big they were in Amway, if they didn't pay their bills, Ford would not loan them any money. They had to make a certain income to qualify. How dare Ford? As they stormed past me, not even making eye contact, I kept this to myself. I truly felt sorry for them. Later I was told they were faking it, not making it. For if they had made it, Amway would lease them a car-with a millstone agreement. If they fell below a standard, they had to pay the lease themselves! The American Way? Bottom line, if you didn't perform, you made no money, and Amway didn't make your car payment. Ralph and Dee had been living a dream, but like anyone who knows a sleepwalker will tell you, it is dangerous to wake them up. For they were living a dream, not the dream, and it really was a nightmare. A lesson learned early, but not early enough for them. Do people like that ever get it?

When we are told we "greater is He who is in us, than he who is in the world," God is talking about living in the spirit. We all have to live in the world, but don't have to bow to its pressures, demands, lies, or legends. I am still waiting to hear of the businessman who wished for one last deal before he died, but have spent time with numerous folks who wish for more time with their kids, wife, or family. But the ones who are really sad are the ones who realize they should have spent more time with God. In many cases they have repented, and will spend eternity in heaven with Him. But what about the Ralph and Dees of the world, whose God is things, and only mention Jesus when it is convenient? Who are so in debt to sin, that they don't believe that salvation is a gift? They believe like everything else in their lives it has to be earned. That life is a competition, a place to perform, and that they hope to get to heaven on their performance. Don't they think that God reads their credit report too? If God won't come across with the loan, why should anyone else? Don't they know that they cannot earn a place in heaven?

One of the benefits of being Born Again is being a new person in Christ. Your credit report is clean, in fact there is no record of any past sins, late payments, repossessions, short sales, or dunning. Even the stupid is erased. God truly makes a new person. Start all over again. Something no credit report can do. It is up to us to live like it. To trust God and let Him make all things new. To show us how to not fall into the same traps over and over again, and to see how the things we thought previously were so valuable, are really not worth much. Cars get old, styles change, and it seems they always raise the quota the closer you get. Putting the dream just out of reach. But never the lust or the disappointment.

Trust God today. Have a life of values, instead of valuables. Walk your talk, and don't fake it till you make it. That won't get you into heaven, the ultimate reward. Try it God's way, instead of Amway's! Exercise self control-a fruit of the spirit, and watch as God's way is the best way. In fact you will find it to be the only way!

Ecclesiastes tells us the rich man never has enough, and stays up nights worrying about what he does have. I find great comfort in knowing my God supplies all my needs in His riches and glory through Christ Jesus. Learn it now and live it daily. You never know who just might be standing outside the office when your sin is exposed!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew2biker.blogspot.com

fashion statements of the cool and riding

The first real motorcycle shirt I ever wore was borrowed from my friend Ricky. He rode trials bikes, an Ossa Plonker, and got the shirt from Randy's Cycle Sales in Boylston, Massachusetts. It was my primary shirt that I wore my senior year in high school, and as motorcycles were not the cool thing in Jersey, I really stuck out with it. Denim jeans, t-shirt, and boots-I was ready to ride-even if I didn't have my own ride yet. But it was the shirt with all that info on the back that made me feel cool among the grease, clique, and soul brothers that made up my high school. Cool is more than shirt deep-the fashionable never get it. And I was still just one shirt away from my first motorcycle.

The names of motorcycles back then were many. Who remembers Greeves? Or Yankee? Did you Viva Montessa? Who didn't want a Bultaco shirt, which even the Bultaco shop didn't have? Add Cooper, Sachs, Jawa CZ, and others the likes of Hodaka and Husky and the list of orphans go on longer than our memory. But what if you were brought up in a motorcycle household? How would you be taught the ABC's of life? If it was the Ekins household, you would learn them via motorcycle brands-a fact shared at Bud Ekins memorial service at Warner Brothers. Sung by both his daughters! Bud was the one who taught Steve McQueen to ride-when we all wanted to be Steve, Steve wanted to be Bud! He rode in Then Came Bronson, and drove the Mustang in Bullitt. An accomplished stunt driver, he was more renown for his racing, from the Catalina Grand Prix to ISDT. Bud could ride, owned a Triumph shop, and was responsible for moto-x being established in the US of A. DeCoster and others worked out of Bud's home when first arriving here. But the alphabet-let's see how far your memory goes back-as I list some from A to Z! Ariel-BSA-Cooper-Ducati-Excelsior-Fischer-Gilera-Hodaka-Indian-JAP-Kawasaki-Laverda-Montessa-Norton-Ossa-Puch-Quasar-Royal Enfield-Sears-Triumph-Ural-Victory-Watson-XL-Yankee-Zundapp! Some gone, some forgotten, and some still living only in our memories and our t-shirts. But alive in our hearts!

But does the shirt make the biker? Good question? Today we are a society of t-shirts. Some mean something, some are just there. When you see some trendy girl with a Hollister shirt, don't waste your time asking her about the rally. Von Dutch has nothing to do with Kenny Howard-the real Von Dutch or pin striping. But they sound cool, and can be misleading. I visited with some people lately with Christian shirts on, and one guy made a comment about how people were led to him by his shirt. He probably discounted two things-one, he probably ran off more who saw his shirt as a warning of his approaching to preach at them, but most importantly he neglected the Holy Spirit. Isn't it the spirit that guides? Did Paul wear a Jesus Freak shirt? Guess he never thought about that. But so many don't, and hide behind the shirt. We will call them men pleasers as opposed to God pleasers. Whose evangelical kit consists of a shirt, bumper sticker, and a trendy Bible cover. No depth, just a facade. For just like we can tell real bikers, the world can tell real Christians. They are known by their love-and the old saying is true, people will care about how much you know, when they know how much you care! And myself and others find we minister more, and more effectively without an advertisement-and letting God guide us. Isn't true ministry all about God?

There were no t-shirt concessions at the cross. So we should remember what draws us there in the first place. And what we take with us when we leave. If you only get a shirt and stickers, you missed the gospel. If you didn't leave with Jesus, and a changed heart-go back. Ditch the shirts, and ask for the real thing-Jesus! Don't settle for religion, when you can have God! And don't put on the shirt if you can't back it up. For you just might be asked, and will your shirt get you into heaven? Will it get you in the Word? Will it get the Word in you? Don't be misled-the best fashion statement you can make is with your actions and attitudes-ones of love.

Works with motorcycle shirts too. We know when you don't know what we are wearing. You see the world puts the logo on front-so when you are on TV it is noticed. We wear ours on our back, visible only when we are riding away. As it should be. For the real mark of a Christian is reflected on the back of Jesus. No marks-don't follow. The scars of 40 lashes-that's love. A message no shirt could convey. Taken for you, in love. So let me ask, what's on your shirt? Does it reflect what is in your heart?

Coming or going-we'll know the difference. And so will God. Jesus Christ, still the ultimate fashion statement after 2000 years. Witness by the spirit or by t-shirt? Only one is real ministry. You can ride a Plonker, or be one. Who are you pleasing?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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with a little help from my friends

"Please note that off road racing can be dangerous or deadly. Use caution." And for the years that we were involved with off road racing, this was the warning SCORE always made clear. And for anyone who rides, or races off road, they know how dangerous it can be. We were very involved with the Trophy Trucks at the time-those 140mph desert trucks, driven by guys like Robbie Gordon, Jimmie Johnson, Larry Ragland, Ivan Stewart, Walker Evans, and Dave and Paul Simon. We had seen accidents, and even knew of two men being killed while racing, but like most headlines, if it isn't your family, it just doesn't quite hit home. We had seen an ESPN photographer hit while on the course in a reduced speed area, and thrown 150 feet into the windshield of a Forerunner. Only 100 feet away, we heard it-a sound I cannot describe. And how a death within the racing community affected everyone in it. But for us it hit home at the Baja 500 in 1995.

Dave Simon was racing with his co-driver Mike Harris. We were all at the trailer when the message came in from Dave-they had gone off the road at over 100mph when he missed a turn. They were alive-and would be alright, but for weeks both racers would wear marks of where their 5-point belts left bruises and saved their lives. And both would race again, two miracles. And we saw first hand how dangerous the sport we loved could be. And as we all raced back to the US of A from Ojos Negros, I remember the fear of the unknown-and as Dave's wife found comfort in the Lord, not knowing how her husband was, or would be. Scary times, even for those closest to Christ.

When Jimbo showed up at our door Saturday morning, and asked if we heard about Andrew, we knew it wasn't good. He and his friends were riding out at Cahuilla, and he went down hard. Was actually knocked out for awhile, and we got to ER just as they had put his shoulder back together. It was broken and had separated 6 inches. OUCH! You never know what to expect-pray for the best, plan for the worst, and I always ask God to comfort those involved, and He did. Andrew will be sore for awhile, and it will be awhile until he rides again. The bike can be fixed, but he will be faced with doctor bills-no insurance, no income-he will miss 5-6 weeks minimum of work, and is in intense pain for now. And a whole burden will be placed on our family, just like the Simons. But the same God who took them through, will take us through also. And as it brought Dave back to the Lord, He is working in Andrew's heart already. He could or should have been dead, but is alive! God's mercy first hand, and a sign of miracles for those who doubt. And the outpouring of love has been incredible. Dozens of phone calls, e-mails, and well wishes from all the lives we have touched. Friends all around the world, many we don't know, rallying in prayer, calling on God to heal. And He hears, and the process is working. It is quite a blessing to be part of such a family! Humbling to know that Jesus is with him, and always was. Even on the track. And how important it is to have love and support when in a tough situation. We are truly blessed. Maybe numbers do count.

Doug shared at our Bible study last week about the saddest funeral he ever attended. It was for his Dad, 57 years old. But that wasn't the sad part. He had lived in the same town for over 50 years, same job for 30 years-but only 5 people attended his funeral. And Doug shared not the loss of his Dad, but how his Dad had so few friends, so few only 5 people attended. Surely he had worked with hundreds, and someone has to know you after 50 years in the same town-yet only 5 showed up. Which sadly tells more about him while alive than we may care to know. For if no one shows up in death, no one showed up in life either.

Are you alone? Call your pastor. Let the church bless you as it should. Don't attend-we all know of someone who is a Christian. What a time to experience the love of Jesus Christ. But it takes you to make the call. Jesus is knocking on the door of your heart right now. He will only come in if you answer. And don't wait for a catastrophe to answer the call. He offers life right now-no matter your situation. And you can enjoy the benefits available immediately. For Christian funerals are times of celebration-we know where we are going-and the party goes on at the funeral. I have never seen a sad Christian funeral, no matter the cause of death. For in Christ we have defeated it. And will live forever.

I don't know if Doug's Dad was saved or not. But he touched very few lives. Let Jesus touch your life today. Make life count for you and those you meet. Trust God, and never be alone. For a similar warning can be "life can be dangerous or even deadly. Use caution." So live it to its fullest, with Jesus! And the celebration that follows will tell the world how He changed your life. A testimony, that even in death, testifies of a loving savior.

Share Christ while we are still alive. Live every day as it were your last-sharing the love of Jesus for all to remember. Please pray for the 5 who showed up. How many will be at your funeral? Depends on how you lived. Not how you died. With a little help from my friends.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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having the slime of your life

"100% all beef" reads the sign at your local burger stand. And even though you know there is no ham in your burger, you assume that what you are biting into is all beef. Sometimes it is, but a few weeks ago we were put on notice that "pink slime" has been being added to burgers in such bastions of culinary delight such as school cafeterias. The place where flavor always took a back seat to substance has now been found lacking in substance also. And since it is USDA regulated, we are in shock. Our government would never allow such a thing to occur! It can't be true! Say it ain't so Joe!

And as Joe chews then swallows this last bit of non-meat burger, careful not to spill any on yesterday's lunch stains on his shirt, he washes it down with 1% milk, to help the processed cheese on the burger go down easier, and then wipes his face with a 100% recycled paper napkin. It must be spring, for he usually wears long sleeves, but today a napkin must suffice. Paper waster!

Now we know that Mickey D would never use the stuff, could you imagine having to alter the anthem to a Big Mac? Two sorta beef patties-maybe that is what the special sauce has been? How about places that don't advertise 100% beef? Have we been being slimed all along? What is becoming of our All American food? The next thing you know they will be telling us the same about hot dogs! What's a person to eat? Chicken nuggets? Aren't they just parts like hot dogs, just not tube steak? Chicken-on the bone? Which makes me wonder what is the Colonel's special seasoning? Dung? Smells like it sometimes. Ever drive by a chicken ranch with your windows open? Fried in lard-which is animal fat! Are the mashies really mashies? How come all the corn on the cob is the same size? Home cooked? My mother never cooked like that! That is why we went out to eat...wasn't it? No wonder these recipes are secret-we'd never eat there!

We have not only become a generation/society of processed foods, but a generation of processes. Follow the procedures, don't get off the track, and you will be fine. Which works fine on a production line-did you know that interchangeable parts made the assembly line possible? It worked fine for Model T's, but for the food we eat? Surely this man-made process would never invade our churches? Would it? Could it? It has? No way, really?

Really. And as we approach Easter, those who only attend church on Christmas and Easter-CEO's, will get the same rehashed story of Jesus dying for our sins. Watered down for their protection by some churches. A great story, perhaps the greatest story ever told, and one which will have to have enough religion for another 6 months, for the CEO's to anxiously not await again. Maybe it is the slimed message and not the gospel some religions espouse that people are resisting? They need truth-not slime. But they too will be fed filler-things that aren't in the Bible, by many main stream churches, this is what tour church believes, which will vary from the Bible, legends and traditions passed down for generations that aren't in the Bible. Quote a great man in the denomination, it's easier. Things that Jesus never said, and that some preachers have made a career misquoting. Some will even try to include social agendas, being trendy to draw more people. We care about you. Some will have a youth type service, and then follow up via cards they left. Who were only there because their parents were there, and none of them wanted to be there. Some will not let any Christian take communion-violating Jesus commandment to do this in remembrance of me. Some will be told "not to give"when the collection plate comes around, but will because all are looking to see who doesn't. Guilt or guilty? How do you know the truth? After the pastor has told me Jesus came to set my soul free, why all the rules? This guy ain't my wife, or boss. Forget him. Does Jesus need to be regulated like fast food? Are we not more than slime? Evolutionists say we came from slime-could you be related to what you are eating? Quick-give me another chocolate Easter bunny!

The truth is Jesus came to set us free from all the above. To find freedom from sin, not in it. To show the way to God, not the way around Him. And anyone straying from the gospel is lying to you. Jesus and you must be baptized? NO! Just Jesus. He really isn't God? Sorry JW-hell awaits. Wear this cool underwear to protect you from the world. Sorry LDS, just Jesus. But the Sabbath-it's really Saturday, isn't it? Read your New Testament, the night Jesus met His disciples-all except Thomas who was still out on the streets being bold, and while the others hid upstairs Jesus appeared to them. On Sunday-and established Sunday as the Sabbath. Showing that He is more important than the day. Will Saturday get you to heaven? Friday won't either-although He died on Good Friday. And the list of slime goes on...

Seek God. Trust Him and no man. Desire only truth, which is only found in Him. Let Him fill you with His spirit, and watch as the slime in your life goes away. Make room for the real thing, Jesus Christ! 100% God, 100% savior, and 100% love-for you. Just the thought of that makes me hungry!

Maybe a burger, nah. Hold the pickle, hold the lettuce...hope they were wearing gloves. How about chicken on the bone? Nah. How about a taco-something with all the non-food groups? Chinese? No MSG here, only the finest spices and ingredients. Don't let religion process your life like it does fast food. No pink liquid needed afterwards. Choose Jesus. No slime. Just real food. For the soul. I wonder, pink slime, pink liquid, nah it couldn't be...could it?

bon appétit!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

laws-they're not just for lunch anymore

Once upon a time, school teachers were good and old, refer to old black and white movies for verification. And the position made them respected. A rare combination, and available to me growing up-until 4th grade. When I got Mrs. Vanderbilt-and she got me-in more ways than one. She was the old part of good and old, and reminded me of a matronly, prison guard from Jimmy Cagney movies. She would be the matron telling the woman walking to the electric chair how to have poise-enforcing it with a stick. The one who had the law on her side. A woman who had the innate ability to suck the fun out of any situation, "you're here to learn," she made me wish for 5th grade, or to be back in 3rd. And she was able to take my favorite two parts of the day-gym and lunch and make them miserable. If she was a horse, you would have shot her.

She would leave us alone at lunch, probably to scheme with her other Hitler Youth teachers, and the teacher on duty would walk the halls and check into our classrooms in this pre-cafeteria era. And the teacher on duty wasn't looking for good, but to punish, using Gestapo tactics refined by the Nazis in WWII. So Mrs. V, and the other Hitler driven teachers, would encourage your classmates to rat you out-tattle we used to call it. Right after telling us no one liked a tattle tale. And then praise those who ratted you out. Always there word against ours, and ours was never heard. And for me and Skip-another rebel if there ever was one, Lisa was our nemesis. She sounded so sweet, and so pure, and was such a liar-or at least exaggerator. So Skip and I were always in trouble, or the illusion of it, thanks to Lisa, who took it upon herself to tell Mrs. V. "I saw Mike and Skip talking loud at lunch." My, how crimes and times have changed. And we had energy-as all 4th grade boys have, and couldn't wait to go play kickball during recess. But in Warden V.'s infinite wisdom, she took two boys who needed to get rid of their pent up energy, and made them sit during recess, after having us sit in the hall, with all the other "bad" kids that Lisa and her narc friends had ratted out. So we would go back from recess, with all the energy we had before lunch, and now a desire and a hatred of Lisa, teachers, and snitches. A lesson I never forgot. And they call that education?

You see the more laws you have, and with kids you need some, the larger the police force you need to enforce them. So they encouraged your classmates to rat you out, and then told you how good you were for doing just that. Making Lisa the most respected girl in the class by Mrs. V-funny how all her classmates hated her, and we were never polled on that. But it made those of us who ate lunch in the hall a tighter group, which when you add bitterness, is a formula for disaster. Fortunately in the pre-Kennedy assassination 60's we weren't revolutionaries yet, that was still to come. But the most important lesson this 4th grader learned was there are too many laws, uneven enforcement, and to hope that snitches would be a failing breed. If you wish to breed discontent, make another law. And that the any law, no matter how altruistic it sounded, was at best meant to control, and at worst meant to rob you of freedom. Too many cops, because of too many laws, and definitely too many Lisas. For the law brings death...

And it still does today. Politicians tell us to pay higher taxes, but neglect to pay their own. Ballplayers have a girl in each city they visit, but that's OK. Yesterday Peyton Manning signed a $96 million/5 year contract to throw a football-in the entertainment business known as the NFL, which now has become too rough, and needs to over regulated so players don't hit too hard. The opposite of what we were taught. Where have we gone wrong? Maybe Billy Jack got it right 40 years ago-"when the police break the laws we have no laws." Or as God puts it, "everyone does right in their own mind..." Only He looks at the heart. And as a woman I knew years ago from OSHA told me, "it is impossible for her to know all the laws, but I can guarantee I can walk into any business and find something wrong." This from an agency that at the time was self supporting-the only source of income was from fines. You do the math. Lisa now has an organization-from the government and it's not here to help! How do you sleep at night?

We need to turn to God and His grace. Where He doesn't expose our sin, but our sin finds itself out. Jesus is not a cop, looking to find fault and then prosecute. He came to seek and save. So when sin is exposed, we can either continue to indulge in it, or turn to God. Who is not like Mrs. V, and doesn't approve of snitches. He calls us to unite-a popular term today-in the spirit. The spirit being the key. Uniting in God! Becoming like Him. Seeing things His way, and leaning on Jesus to do it. Put drug offenders together in rehab-you get a better source for drugs. Put a group of car thieves together-you end up with a better car thief. It works in church too-put a group of people seeking God together, and the spirit is present. In fact it welcomes Lisas and offers them the same love, if only they repent like others. And the spirit guides-not forces us. No Lisa's there to rat us out, for where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. And just like the religious Pharisees who seem to inhabit some churches today, Jesus still sends them fleeing when they confront Him. Satan accuses-God forgives. You see darkness cannot stand in the light-God is light! So stand in it with Him, lean on Jesus, and avoid those who seek to rob and destroy you. Did you know that every book in the New Testament warns of false teachers, and those who seek to get between you and God? Who give a great appearance, but inside are wicked and evil? Whose thoughts are for their benefit, not yours? Using the laws they make to establish a power base, not knowing that someday the same laws will be used against them.

So live under grace-it's free. And when grace is used against you, it is from God, in love, and for your benefit. He forgives and forgets your sin-most unlike the lawgivers and those who feel they must report you for your own good. Turn to Jesus, let Him forgive you, lean on Him and enjoy His love. Where there is no condemnation, and no laws except one-to love God first, then your neighbor as yourself.

Lisa the fink was treated as she treated others. She never got it. Pleasing God is different, walk in His spirit, and enjoy the freedom. Remember He has called us to be witnesses of Him, telling others, not judges, reminding all of their falling short of the law. We can all use more love, compassion, and comfort in our lives. Seek the only one today who can provide that for you. Jesus Christ. And leave the laws behind.

Trust God, who came to seek and save-not remind and punish. As Jesus told many, "go and sin no more." Let that be your best advice today for yourself, and others. In the love that only comes via Jesus Christ.

Hey Lisa, Pharisees, and all you religious types-are you listening? Would it surprise you that God loves you too? It is not too late to change-today may be the day of your salvation-beats sitting in the hall during recess! Mrs. V never got it that in the hall we were free from Lisa. She wasn't in the hall-a bonus not revealed by us. You see, the world can provide justice in its own warped way! God's is better-grace. Your choice.

love with compassion,

Mike

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rainy days and Mondays always get me down

The truth about the Bible is that it is truth. And when it tells us we walk by faith, not by sight-that is just what it means. If faith is the substance of things believed, but not seen, then it takes that faith to follow something we can't see, or touch, or smell, or taste-but that we know is there. And that something is really a someone. We know it is there because of the Holy Spirit-which operates in our life way beyond any sense or feelings we may ever have. He lives deep within our spirit to guide us, where it is protected, while He protects us. It takes obedience on our part, the walking part. Or in this instance, the riding part. For sometimes, we also ride by faith...

The best definition I have ever heard for faith is trusting God when there is no evidence of Him. It is that waiting time between asking and receiving in prayer that we must endure. The time when we must persevere, that we must keep going, when we hope He is there, but where? And without patience we will often accept an answer not of God, nor from Him. Just to get it over, when God has the situation in control the whole time. It is times like this that we must say to ourselves that nothing will keep me leaving the course you have laid before me. A time when we carry on, not knowing what lies ahead, just knowing God is with us. By faith, we ride...

If you have never ridden the Cumberland Gap in Maryland, it is beautiful. I had ridden it on old US 40, with twists and turns, although the road is great, the views are actually better on I-68, which after coming off the mountain turns into a two lane road-still I-68, and at one time still had a stop light. But the views from the top are awesome, and like the Smokies in Tennessee, can be very foggy. Even on a sunny day. It was a Monday, and on a ride that would take me to Jersey, from San Diego in less than 70 hours. As I approached them from the west, I had started the day in rain in Lexington, Kentucky, removed the rain suit in West Virginia, then riding I-79-what a road! Then stopped to put on my winter jacket before entering the fog, and the cold of I-68. Now I had ridden in fog before, and been in total white outs in blizzards. I had lived in real snow, not this wimpy So Cal stuff. Times and places where you lost all idea of where you were, but being in a car felt safe in your cage, at least the radio told of life, and you could see the dash. But as I entered the fog, and it got wet, and cold, the last thing I remember was a semi in the right lane just ahead of me, no vehicles in my lane ahead, and dropping from 70mph to about 45 mph. I say about 45 mph because I could not see the gauges, not even the light from them. My hands, less than 18" from my eyes were not visible. I was riding blind! And as we continued up the grade, I prayed. I had no idea where I was, where I was going, or where the semi was. I only hoped that he stayed in his lane, that no one was ahead, and that no one stopped or was going slower-I would have truly blindsided them! I hoped God had my back too. And for about 45 seconds, I kept a death grip on the bars, and also on God. I had never been so scared, or had a feeling of helplessness before. I was totally dependent on God, no money, skills, leathers, or luck was to save me now. ONLY GOD! So I kept praying-help! Help! Guide me! And He did. I just stayed in my lane, at a constant speed, and as I started to descend the hill-the fog broke! And off to my right, just where he was when we entered the fog, was the semi. And now I could see his flashers, and he waved as I went by. I was soaked, cold, a bit shaken-not stirred, but alive! God had taken me through the darkest time ever riding-a whiteout, and all I could do was thank Him. Even in the curves, He guided me. I was as wet inside as I was outside. All my skills and experience were useless that day-it took the love of God, and being obedient to Him while trusting, that He would guide my steps just like He promises. That hope and a future was only 45 seconds away-I just didn't know it at the time. Talk about eternity-I had aged in that short time! And I soon pulled over and took off my jacket, and as the truck sped I by was thankful again. What made Him stay in his lane? Was he afraid too? Did He trust God, or did it even matter, since God was protecting me? Us? Did God just throw in his protection as part of the deal? The answer is I don't know-but by faith I have to say a resounding YES!

God's promises are yea and amen. He is with you in the fog, just like Jesus is in your boat in the storm. He was there to grab Peter when he fell in the water, just reaching out and grabbing him. He provided a tree for Jonah on a hot day. He gave Gideon and his small, but fat non-fighting army a victory despite all odds. He even gave Samson one final victory, even after Samson had disobeyed God and was blind. In all cases, GOD never left them, or me. Or us. And He still hangs onto our collars, or handlebars today-many times when we don't even know it. So be encouraged as you walk in faith today. God's plan is already at work. You will win. But you will have to participate. You have to obey. Which sometimes means just hang on, be patient. Sometimes in a fog, sometimes on a clear and bright day. For God is not about situations, He is love. He is Jesus, dying for us when we still hated Him. And cursed Him right up until His death on the cross. That's love.

Trust God today. The darker or foggier, He is there. The scarier it may be-He is there. And on that cold, wet, foggy day, over Cumberland Pass He rode on a Triumph. With me. Just because He loves me. And you.

Though there be fear in the night-or fog, joy comes in the morning. Rejoice with me-about Jesus! Kicking, screaming, dragging you if He has too, or just riding with you-He will take you through the problems you face-to the other side, as promised. For we truly ride by faith, not by sight...

love with compassion,

Mike

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at the signpost up ahead, next stop-the Comfort Zone

"What are you hungry for? Pizza?"

"Ah, maybe, but not Costco. I want some real pizza."

"How about Luigi's? We can cruise by Seaport Village after."

"I don't know. I'm not up for fighting traffic today."

"Let's see, Sammy's, Pizza Nova, Felippe's...."

"Nah, none of them sound good. Just call Costco, at least it's cheap..."

"Where do you want to ride to today?"

"Not sure, are we taking one or two bikes?"

"Two. Anywhere but Orange County, I was just there last week, and I need to do a bike swap next week."

"How about the Candy Store? Or riding out to Oak Glen?"

"Too much wind this weekend. You know we could always eat at El Cholo. come back on the Ortega..."

"Or down the coast. El Cholo sounds good, OK, Orange County it is..."

"We got invited to church again by Mike and Theresa. Said Evan Wickham is playing, supposed to be good."

"I don't know, that's such short notice. Maybe next week, unless you have anything else planned."

"No, but we keep putting him off. What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

"Nothing, but I don't wanna commit in case something else comes up. It's only church. No big deal. There is always something better to do."

"OK, let's just sleep in tomorrow, maybe go to a late breakfast. I just don't feel like doing something different anyway. Just more people making me feel bad. After work all week, I just don't need God messing with my life."

"OK-hey, I heard of a beer bash going on downtown. Let's try it."

"Now that sounds like fun. Let's ride down, party all day, then ride home."

"Sounds like a plan, much better than boring old church. Someday when I'm old and need God...nah, let's go have fun!"

And the more things don't change, the more things stay the same, to paraphrase "Engine" Charles Wilson. We all love to dream, to eat the best meals, travel the best roads, and some even have a desire for God. But when it comes down to it, it takes change. It takes a decision to do something different. To make something out of your life...but only a few do. We are told to "get out of our comfort zones," when really we are stuck in an "uncomfortable zone." It is just familiar to us, and we become like it, rather than dealing with a change in us. So I take exception to any pastor, teacher, or motivational guru who says we need to get out of our comfort zone. Hey man, it took me years to get there. And here's why...

The Holy Spirit is also known as the comforter. And for years, the old question would come up, "how do you know God's will for your life?" Great theological and philosophical discourses followed, and still do today. Until I got to know the Holy Spirit-1/3 of the Trinity. He is a person, and He is fully God. And I asked Him to guide and comfort me, and a funny thing happened-He did! I got to know God, and the more I do, the more I trust Him. And the more I trusted, the more I allowed Him to comfort me. I finally had the peace that Jesus promises surpasses all understanding. I was in a comfort zone with God, of God, and because of God. And I don't wish to be uncomfortable again. You can have your worry, your fears, and your doubts. I want the comfort that a loving God provides. And grace is the only way-and joy is the result. A fruit of the Spirit, and available to all. So when someone tells me to get out of my "comfort zone," you may not want to talk to me. You'll get it straight, and in love. You need the Spirit in your life! Submit to Him, and enjoy the things of God! Now that's comforting!

So if sometimes I appear to be careless, not worrying, and aloof, I'm not. I am really carefree. I am in God's comfort zone. I am sheltered from fear, worry, and all the other fun things that His comfort rescues me from. Yes, I still have problems, but knowing God is for me, that all things work out for my good, and that He loves me no matter what-yes, I have that peace. And it helps me make decisions. He knows my name! And I know His voice! Do you? If so, why do you live like you do?

And because God loves me, he has become the desire of my heart. And He fulfills the passions He has given me to ride, eat, and spend time with my wife. He has taken me from a dying church, to one that is alive, without asking, and without me knowing what was going on, and added life to my style. He reminds me even as I write, that where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. To do what I choose, and I choose GOD! And He lets the blessings flow, because I want them, and because He lets them. He calls it grace-a gift!

Do something again today for the first time. Take the road never ridden, just to see where it comes out. Eat at a diner that you passed by, but never stopped in. And accept an invitation to church. Surely 60 minutes of love can't ruin your precious schedule. Seek God, because it is the Spirit seeking you. It isn't your idea to seek God-it is God and His love calling you.

If you have a better offer than God, I encourage you to take it. But don't expect a comfort zone anywhere else but from God. Jesus Christ is the best offer you will ever have. Eternal life-a comforting thought. Freedom from fear-a comforting thought. And oh, the chimichangas at El Cholo, another comforting thought. All from a God who loves us. Welcome to the real comfort zone...

love with compassion,

Mike

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to tell THE truth

One of the game shows that was popular in the 50-60's was called To Tell the Truth. Three people would come out, and each would identify themselves as the same person, "I am Jon Doe, I am Jon Doe," and "I am Jon Doe." Then a celebrity panel would ask them questions, trying to figure out who was the real Jon Doe, while the "Jon Does" would try to impress them that they were the real one. For they won money for each celebrity that voted for them, as they appeared to be telling THE truth. And as each was telling a truth, only one could be telling the truth. The others spoke well, knew facts, and would even appear more convincing than the real Jon, but only one was really telling the truth. And of course when we guessed right, we were the smartest ones in the room, they didn't fool us. But truth be told, more often than not, I went for the wrong one, the better dressed, the one who seemed to know more, the one who presented his case the best. The one who sounded like Jon Doe should sound. And I still do today. And I am not alone. How much of our life is based on the truth, not just what sounds right?

Question-why do we bash a news reporter or program when we don't agree with what they say? But then why do we quote them when we do? Because they agree with us have they become more fair and balanced? Or the most respected? Or the most listened to-just because they agree with us? How can they be both-or better yet, how can we? Did you ever realize the smartest people you ever meet agree with you? Do you realize we have become just like them, picking and choosing truth to fit what we want? We rarely say we agree with "them," they always agree with us, because we are sooooo smart. Because we share a truth, which isn't necessarily the truth. For instance...why don't you ever hear an up and coming entrepreneur quoting scripture that says "it's all going to burn anyway?" But why do you hear so many who have lost anything or everything finding solace in the same bit of scripture? Both are true, and both are truth. Only the situations have been changed-not us! It is our attitude and outlook that affects our belief system, and how we express it. It is called life.

So much of what we do is based on outlooks and attitudes. Smart people agree with me, stupid people don't. And we know who you are! Sadly, you know who we are, too. Because so much of our personal belief system is made up of what is convenient for us. Jesus died for our sins-I like that. But what about picking up my own cross? What about sharing Jesus with others? What about doing what I don't want to, even though God tells me it is best for me, and will bless others? Is that fair and balanced? Jesus tells us that there will be tribulation in our lives. For many, that is the only thing in their lives to back up their faith. Do we build a theology based on that? It is the truth, but out of context. We are also told we can do ALL things in Christ Jesus. Not what we want, but in obedience to God's will, we can do all things. Sorry if I just upset your theology. No name and claim here. Get your own Genie in the lamp.

Who do you base your life on? If not Jesus, you are in sin. Never quote your pastor, church,teacher, wife, and please don't quote me! Quote Jesus! Quote the Word, for they are truth. A truth that sets you free, and when done in love, a truth that cannot be argued. You can debate philosophy, politics, fashion, and how far from first place the Padres will finish this year. Even what cycle is the best for you. But you cannot debate love. For God is love, and was willing to send His own son to die for you, while you still hated Him, so that you may live. Is that the basis of your truth? Is He the most respected? What isn't fair about His love? Are you sure you want to be balanced with another truth? Or popularly wrong?

God wishes us to know this, and so it is the basis of Christianity. Who you say Jesus is will influence how you live, how you make decisions, how you worship-and what, and where you spend eternity. Let Jesus be the basis of all truth in your life. Let Him be the guiding force, and who you lean on. Let Him be the reason you are who you are-because He is who He says He is!

Many imposters will try, some even just to gain a prize. Others are after your very soul. Only Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. No opinions, polls, or "I think" involved. No whatever works for me in this situation. Someone you can believe in, someone who loves you enough to tell you the truth. Do you believe Him? Or has He become your enemy by telling you the truth?

Real Christians don't have to stand up-they already do in their lives for Christ. They stand out by their love. In love, from a loving God via His only Son. Good news-the gospel. Renew your mind and life today in Jesus. And let the truth set you free! And then go out "to tell the truth" to others! Will the real Jesus Christ please stand up!

love with compassion,

Mike

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been there, done that? just where is there, and what is that?

About 20 years ago when 6 innings of softball took seven days to recover from, I decided I was more cut out to be a spectator then a participator. Between the pain in my knees, not being able to reach fly balls any more, and I dare you to prove they didn't move the bases another 5' apart just for me, I retired to the stands. With all the old people, kids too young to play, and where all the experts who never played but knew more than those of us who did resided. I was a stranger in a strange land for awhile, so I had to fit into their world, since I was the new kid in town. And even though I spoke the language, the interpretation was to come out different sometimes. But now looking back over the last 20 years, there are some advantages to spectating, that even when I was just warming a bench I couldn't take advantage of.

Football was once described as 11 men on the field in need of rest, while being watched by 40,000 people in need of exercise. So as I rested, I became one who needed exercise. Which I only got when it was my turn to go to the snack bar. If enough of your in need of exercise friends showed up, you may have to only make the trip once a game. While the rest of your new friends would each make an every inning run. Who says we didn't know all about teamwork? And as the ladies discussed such valuable items such as where to buy shoes and dresses, how to cheat another mother out of a better parking place when picking up their kids, and in-between "you're still eating!" comments, usually greeted by a grunt, if acknowledged at all, somehow the 70 minutes went fast. And you really weren't enjoying yourself, but for some reason couldn't get wait to get back, if only for more ammo to talk about your new peer group during the week. And to this day, I am still an avid spectator, which when added to my great skill of waiting in line, puts me into an elite group of men and women participating in the greatest of American sports. Ageless, color blind, and non-sex discriminating. I just hope that fat guy with his loud wife isn't there next week. Hey buddy, leave the oxygen tank and walker at home! "Honey, that man is sitting in my spot." Yup, watching is harder than I ever anticipated.

As in most things, I have also found in life some choose to only spectate, while others participate. A choice they make, and a choice sometimes they wish they hadn't. I marvel as I see the same folks in church each service, but never see them at any other church events. As spectators, they fill the pew, but eventually sit in their own PU. "I gave my 90 minutes to God," they think as they check off their attendance sheet, and bring their check. But sadly they never get out and get involved, and they never get to see where they tithe money goes. And inherent with this, they are always the first to complain about how it is spent. I prefer to participate. I want to be involved. I not only want to see where my money is going, I want to be part of it. When they talk about miracles that have happened, I am glad to say I was there. I am blessed to let God take me to nursing homes, hospitals, and rehab centers. I get to see people walk, learn to speak again, and so many times give their life to Christ. In church I get fed, on the street I feed others. I find I need both, but prefer to feed rather than be fed. But how do I get involved?

For years we attended the same church, and when God led us to another, we knew no one. And they didn't know us either, heh heh. So we signed up for a small group, and for discipling. But we actually met more people at the Harvest Festival. We took our bikes down, and while others just gave out candy, you got to sit on a motorcycle and then get candy. The line backed up at us, and soon moms, dads, and their kids left smiling. And encouraged to come to church. To learn about God. To see Jesus was not all rules and regulations to curtail your fun, but was there to encourage it and be part of it! And yes, motorcycles and those that ride them are welcome too! All in one busy afternoon, many were encouraged to go from spectator to participating. And enjoying the benefits that come with it. And soon spreading it to others-it is contagious!

I still spectate more than I should, but when out I am always looking for an opportunity to share the love of Christ. We let kids sit on our bikes, we wave to them in cars, and will talk to them when they ask questions. Kids get it, while parents hang back-must be something about leather and speed. But soon after the kids have warmed us up, the moms join in-why dads, are you always the last ones? For without talking to them, you will never have a conversation. With no conversation, no relationship. And with no relationship, no Jesus. All started because you got out and talked to others. You participated! And who doesn't want someone to compliment them on their ride?

Jesus only taught in the church. He spent His life on the road. Not a bad place to be. Both good places to be. And as He saw opportunities to minister, He did. So get off the bench today, and into the game of life. Get involved, and find out what you are missing! Exercise your faith in your daily life, and find yourself strengthened unlike no other exercise can do. Exercise your heart, which will wake up your mind, and then set your feet to walking. Or riding.

You tell me, which sounds better to you? "There goes Mike again on his motorcycle, wonder where he is off to now?" Or my view from the saddle, "poor Bill, still taking up space in the stands." If it works on the street, imagine how well it will work in church. You will never know until you try. Where you take up space is your choice. Keep that in mind when consider how it influences others. That seat you give up may not be the best one you ever had, you may just be getting the best seat in the house when you stop spectating-and get out and do it!

love with compassion,

Mike

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at the top, the only way is down

So often in life we miss the big picture. We have become a society that starts at the top, and then works its way down. No one wants to go through the stages of learning that only experience can teach, let's start as a Master Tech by passing the test, then learn how to fix cars. Let's specialize in a certain aspect of the body, then learn how it works with the others. Or I'm a born manager, I'll learn the business from my subordinates as I go. Sound familiar? And then all too often we create more problems than we solve, and still have to find someone to turn on the lights so we can find our desk. Or our tools. So specialized or compartmentalized that unless there is someone there to help us, or follow us around with a mop and squeegee we will fail. And of course, it is never our fault. Lousy squeegee.

Sports has taught us to be a society of stats. ERA, RBI, and BA. People get paid big bucks for these. To perform. But the question that should be asked is-did you win? Did you know that some racers have won championships and never won a race that year? I have had techs who were great on one brand of car, but when switched luxury brands, had to relearn them all over again. What works on a Mercedes Benz may not work on a Land Rover. And I found out that Land Rovers are so weird who knows what it takes-just bring money and lots of it. But we don't wish to learn, just earn, so once we achieve a comfortable income level, we stay as we are. I had a tech once who wouldn't work on any newer cars, so his income dropped substantially. He was a whiz on the old ones, except no one ever brought them in. He eventually retired early, way off his retirement pace of money and time.

Talking with Ned and Missy yesterday, they had just added horsepower to their Harley. We talked of how dealers won't work on EVO motors anymore-they're more than 10 years old. And how when I hear about a HD mechanic being around for 40 years I wince, no way he could be current on new stuff. But worse is the new guy, who isn't taught to diagnose, but swap parts. And he can't work on anything older than him. So where do you turn for help? If you have one of the three people you never mess with-those that cut your hair, cook your food, or fix your ride-if you have one you can trust, they are better than gold. Just hope the price for their service doesn't go up accordingly.

Pride is a subtle thing sometimes. You can't brag about being humble, but you can have others do it for you. Same thing. I watch sadly as a new believer rises to the top, maybe based on being a celebrity, or his income value to the church. He excites some, incites others. And then in six months is gone. He found out the gospel isn't all about him, so he left. It wasn't a way to fame and fortune-so he went on to something that was. He needed physical and monetary gratification-not Jesus. And when he ran out of parishioners to prey on, instead of pray with-he left. Right before he was exposed, confronted and run out!

They never got past the "milk" part of being a Christian. Never got to taste the solid food of the spirit. And will continue to blame God for his failure, while others thank God for removing him. He was never part of the body. As Christians, at all and any level, we need to seek Jesus first. Without Him we are on a path, maybe not the path. And like a talented tech, we may have the education, but don't have the experience. We may have the tools, but not know how to use them. Or which part goes where. It takes the body to get us by! It takes Jesus.

So today I am thankful again for being part of a strong believing body of believers. I find I need them more than ever, and you do too. Brothers and sisters to encourage, to point you in the right direction. Consistent strong teaching to show us how to live, and show others. But mostly we need the Holy Spirit in our life-and a contrite heart to let Him lead us. It takes the Trinity of God to get us through. The Spirit to tell us we need Jesus, and to guide us. Jesus who is the way to His Father, and finally our Father who art in heaven-God! Please don't ask me to explain it-if I could it wouldn't be God! And you wouldn't understand.

Grow in grace and in Christ. Become part of a good fellowship that leans on Him, that depends on God, not their wealth, size, or celebrity. Make it personal-Jesus first. Then church. Don't confuse the two-that is why many blame God for their errors, when a church that has strayed from God is usually the cause.
Stay close to Jesus, stay in the word, and pray-all the time. Converse with God, and stay up to date with Him. And spend time in fellowship with others-you can never discount the power of the body when in the spirit.

Three things in life are for sure. You cannot have patience RIGHT NOW! You cannot brag how HUMBLE you are. And you didn't die on the cross for man's sins. Let the only one who did, and can, guide you. Grow in grace and in truth. You can't right click your way to heaven-it takes Jesus!

Why start at the end of the trip, when the ride can be the destination itself? It can be a long way to the bottom of the canyon. Trust God. Let's ride.

love with compassion,

Mike

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if you think riding is dangerous, consider going to sleep tonight

It has been said that "I didn't quit riding because I got old, but I got old because I quit riding." Maybe that is why I always feel so young, the freedom of riding will do that to you. And yesterday I met two men who reminded me of that. I was crossing through an intersection, when I spotted a black motorcycle stopped for the red light. As I started pumping gas, I noticed the same guy next to me. "Hey, man, can I ask you some questions about your bike?" Nodding yes, he pulled over and waited. He was serious, but so was the Speed Triple R I was on. He went on to explain he had just gotten back into riding after being out for many years. And had no desire for cars anymore. He felt younger, had more energy, but needed more power than his CBR250 could provide on the highway. I let him sit on the S3R, and his smile was contagious. He had read about the bike, and wanted one-but had never seen one. After about 20 minutes of severe questioning-I've had lesser interrogations by a date's father, we parted, and he will call me. He can't wait to get a Street Triple, same weight as his, twice the power. But he kept emphasizing how he enjoyed riding again, felt younger, and how his attitude was much better. He was taking the long way home, and getting there in less time than the short way in his car. And wasn't tired when he arrived. The one complaint he had was his non-riding friends told him it was dangerous, trying to rob his fun. I told him we know that to be an unpleasant part of our lifestyle, but would rather die doing something we enjoyed than sitting on a sofa vegetating. Like his friends. Another huge smile showed agreement.

The other man was in front of me ordering his tube steak combo at Costco. When he saw my Triumph sweatshirt, he asked about the S3R. he just bought a new Tiger XC, and retired. And was enjoying riding, with all the time to do it. He and a friend were riding to Alaska this summer for 4 weeks, and then he was going to ride to Sturgis. He couldn't believe all the fun he was having, and places he had only read or dreamed about were on his itinerary of places to ride. He knew all the specs, had read the magazines, and knew all about riding. Now he was going to experience it first hand-and as he went on like a kid, I just listened. And enjoyed. And thought, "this guy is me!" He gets it! All the while his lunch partner listened, looking forward to his retirement of staying home with his wife. Guess which guy has life? And was looking forward to retiring more? No boredom or honey do's here-the road called, and there are so many roads, and only so little time. Let's ride!

Which made me think about another man I met at church. He has an old Meriden Triumph, and his wife will only let him ride it occasionally. Meeting her, I asked if she rode, and told me how dangerous they were. Where was Theresa when I needed her? So I asked what she did, and she told me she was in the medical field. "Great, so am I!" and as her attention piqued, I told her I was a patient. And watched as that same attention waned. But piqued again when I said I was glad to meet her, because I had a medical question.

"Is it safe for me to go to bed tonight?" I asked. "I have had four friends in 2 months die in their sleep, and didn't realize sleep was so dangerous." The husband smiled, as she grabbed his arm, and without answering walked off. He seemed like such a nice guy-just lousy taste in women. I'm glad I ride, that my wife rides, and that I will sleep soundly tonight-knowing I am not married to her! I could see this guy riding off and sending her a postcard from the road with no return address-for he wasn't going to return. I'd even buy the first stamp!

Fun is perhaps the common theme in riding. You enjoy a freedom of sights and sounds, of smells and feelings you don't in a car. Or can't. For cars isolate you from the world. And many have become like this in their walk with Christ. Just living out their days until heaven calls. Church, church, church, then repeat. But Jesus promises life more abundantly. Life worth the living. Life that when lived in the spirit is exciting! Yet when offered this, act like the woman in the medical field-she only sees the casualties. Not knowing she is one herself. My choice is to be as close to God as possible, to see all the action. To be part of as many blessings as possible, and walk with God-in His spirit! And to the "only go to church type," it appears too dangerous, too much adventure. Leave the fun to someone younger-I'm too old. But really the only safe place to be is where God wants you. So get out your pew, and leave your PU behind. Ask God to lead you, then let Him. So many blessings await those who choose to FOLLOW God, not just put in time. Like the man who was retired, or just got back into riding, they both looked forward to tomorrow. They had a reason to live, and a life to live. A hope and a future. Do you? Did you know that is one of God's promises for you?

Trust God today. Ask Him to allow you to do something for the first time-again. Then repeat. I was able to share the Lord with two men because I listened, we talked, and became friends. And as we agreed on riding, I was able to share how exciting Jesus is-just like riding. Left them thinking, now it is up to God to change their hearts.

Just two men who ride. Two men who enjoy life more because of it. Two men who when asked will tell you that riding is keeping them young. And will agree, that they wouldn't get old if they kept riding, but would get old if they quit. So get everything out of life God has for you. And ask yourself one question-why would anyone want to be like me? Jesus brings life and joy, and if you don't have it, are you enjoying being you? Get out and ride, at least get out! Spread the gospel through your life. And as God adds life to your style, remember no one has a testimony about sitting on a couch. Just two men, who get more out of life than some Christians, just because they ride-and won't ever get old.

Is it possible that the road to the fountain of youth begins on two wheels? I do know the way to life is Jesus. What good is fun if you don't enjoy it?

love with compassion,

Mike

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