Monday, December 17, 2012

how will you know when you get there if you don't know where you're going









The few times while riding with someone who had a GPS and they led, we got lost. At least as far as they were concerned, but I was OK, I still had gas, and a few times just decided to change destinations. Avoiding the "I'm lost" cliff. There is a reason they tell you to arrive with a full tank. Years ago when we were younger and moved to Durango, we were invited to a Jaycee picnic. We decided to go to meet new people, and followed the directions given. When we came to a fork in the road, we took it, just not the right fork. And we ended up 27 miles out of or way at Vallecito Lake. A road and also a destination we might not have taken, based on time, gas in tank, other plans, or just not in the mood to go there. But it turned out to be a blessing, as months later we moved there. A beautiful area, 8300' altitude in the middle of a national forest, with only 72 residents on 22 miles of shoreline. Whether you blame it on poor directions, poor following, or lack of a GPS in those pre-GPS days, we were blessed to just follow the road. Discovering we really didn't want to go to that picnic after all. And that God had something better for us.
We have taken many trips like that over the years. Following roads just to see where they go, all without the benefit of GPS, or a map. It upsets me when I hear the stereotype that men don't ask for directions-I don't because I like to go new places, and I'm not afraid to. What's your excuse? And what is your result? Where you end up is based on where you were going, or where you go. Or who you go with, or better yet follow. We don't do group rides either, I call them crowd rides. You quickly find out most do not know how to ride, and can hide that fact when riding with their unskilled peer group. The best example we were ever part of was a group ride with Torches Across America, joining up with 3200 others on 9-11 to go into NYC, past ground zero, the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, then a feed and ceremony in Brooklyn. A great ride, exceptionally safe and well organized until the leader took a sign that said "Brooklyn." Our destination was Brooklyn, but we were going via the Holland Tunnel, the other fork in the road, that the Port Authority police had shut down for us. Wrong turn, and for an hour while the police tried to shut down the tunnel again, over 18 miles of motorcycles sat and waited. We did eventually make it to Brooklyn. All without the help of a GPS!
"Ride your own ride," we tell people. It is safer, and can be more exciting at the same time. Be yourself was the old 60-70's cry, a today many of us still try to be ourselves. But too many do not allow Christ in their lives the same luxury. While we are busy trying to find ourselves, we put Jesus in a box, or on a GPS. Not allowing Him to ride His own ride, which is much better than any we may be on. Restricting Him and not allowing Him to fully bless us. Too many have become entombed in religion-which means bound by, and know when to sit or stand based on denominational tradition, but don't know Jesus. Ever been told no when inviting someone to church? Wonder why? And in this season of many CEO's-Christmas and Easter only Christians, no wonder they feel uncomfortable. I gotta dress up-OK by the girls, ties are a burden to me. We have to act pious-what church do you go to? And we feel guilty if we don't put money in the offering-others are watching and we want to appear Christian. What stupid teaching did you adhere to? Rather than going to church, be reminded we are the church. Look at your life-why would I want to be like you? Let alone spend my free time with you and others like you? Where is the freedom Jesus speaks of, yet all your church does is tell me all the rules-spoken or worse yet, implied. They try to exercise being themselves, but yet do not allow Jesus the same freedom-the same one who died so they could be free! And you still wonder....which makes me wonder, and why I don't do many church visits anymore. How many of you would sign up to spend a weekend in jail-voluntarily, yet sign up to be bound up by religion? I love the freedom of knowing Jesus, of setting off knowing He is with me. He guides, and leads, and prepares a way, and if I get off of it or miss a turn, He is still there. He never left me, but often I leave Him. He know s not only the way, but the way back. It takes a commitment to follow, not just when it is convenient, but when it isn't. Faith is great, but only when it leads to evidence-remember faith is evidence of things not seen. Obedience is the sum total of faith...so why don't many allow Jesus to lead? They trust a GPS, poor directions, religious dogma, and Oprah rather than Jesus. Nostradamus was a great prophet, but not one of God. If alive in Biblical times he would have been stoned-either you were 100% or dead. Only those of God made the short list.
So rather than follow a computer-GPS, when you should or could be looking at the road, follow the ultimate GPS, God's Perfect Son! Let Him out of the box, and into your heart. Enjoy the freedom in the spirit, instead of the futility and burden of religion. Allow Jesus to be who He is in your life, and go down roads otherwise passed by. Take the fork in the road, sit at the counter and eat. Stand up and sing at church, and tell others about Him. Let the fruit of the spirit shine from within you, and maybe rather than asking, others will be asking to go with you...to church! You can keep your rules, I will keep my freedom. You can have your religion, I'll stick with Jesus. For whether in a group or alone, you are never alone with Him. Come to think of it, maybe I have been group riding with Him and never fully enjoyed it...just think, even more freedom of the road in Christ. Now what real biker would say no to that?
Quick, answer me, what has the law or legalism or religion added to your freedom? And you wonder why I rather follow Jesus? What GPS are you following? If you weren't ever lost, you never would have to be found...So this Christmas, when opening boxes, open one and let Jesus out. Enjoy a gift that keeps on giving. You see, there's this road I know...
love with compassion,
Mike
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