Wednesday, May 1, 2013

many are called, few are riders








I have been riding motorcycles on the street legally now for over 42 years, no need interrupting my reputation by discussion of pre-license escapades. And being a first generation rider in my family, my parents hated them, they drove Ramblers, I have passed this love for riding onto both my sons and my wife, along with countless others who today enjoy the freedom of the wind in their face because they took a chance and now ride. But not everyone should ride, an opinion I didn’t share until yesterday. I still think in a perfect world we all should ride, but have come to realize some shouldn’t. Not because they aren’t cool, which they are not, but because just their appearance on a motorcycle can be a threat to the freedom we enjoy. One guy still only drives 55 on the freeways, thinking he is sending out a positive message about God, while another strictly sees it as cheap transportation. Both making a statement about riding without even having ridden. And it seems I follow after these types, who after their wives say “NO” to their wanting to ride, become hen pecked about all things in regards to personal decisions. Now I consider my wife in most decisions, she tends to be smarter than me, but I have freedom in her, and with her, something these other men don’t. Let’s hear a condescending “Yes, dear,” from those of you who know the type, or are the type. One look in your garage will tell us what type of man you are.
Today I see many types associated with riding motorcycles. The first got a taste early, and quit after trying it, bowing to social or family pressures, like above. Another rides for a while despite the negative press from the same, but caves in to it when they have a family, “you shouldn’t ride when you are raising children,” taking them away from a #1 family activity and leaving them open to the temptation of drugs. No better high than riding. Finding that riding was less dangerous, and cheaper than the costs involved with letting them hang out after school or weekends and not riding. If you don’t let your kids try riding, someone else will offer them something more dangerous. Also today many who have left riding are coming back to it, and enjoying it more, “why did I ever leave it?” being heard. Yet some of us heard the call, and gave into it. Despite the warnings, we ride, and enjoy life. We travel, meet friends, and even evangelize others to join in, and we do it within and without our families. I am blessed to do it with both. So be careful ladies, next time you condemn riding, especially women who do, my wife and her friends may be the ones in the leather jacket next to you. We apologize now for the chance to let you express your freedom of driving an SUV, cell phone in hands, with your kids glued to the DVD screens. And you’re telling us motorcycles are dangerous?
In the parable of the seed, Jesus tells of seed scattered, and the ground it fell on. The seed being the gospel, some hit hard ground, and was rejected, sometimes without even considering Him. “Him, Joe’s kid, a savior?” And they not only miss life on earth, but life after also. Some seed fell on good ground, and grew for a while, then the weeds grew and overtook it. Jesus was Lord for a season, then the pressures of the world won out. Too many succumb to this, and only a few return. But some take the seed, and water it, nourish it, and watch it grow. It becomes the central part of life, and their life, and enjoy a full life. Not perfect, but headed towards perfection. They have the same problems as the first two, but handle them different. They have a full life, and pass it on to others. They ride the ride of their life in Jesus, and never look back when doubters or the trendy advise them to quit. They realize they are living in freedom, a freedom to make their own decisions, to raise their kids the same way, and live life to its fullest. We call them Christians, because they have the life of Christ inside them, a choice they made themselves. Their choice to live in freedom, sometimes reflected in their choice to ride. And passing it on to their kids and grandkids...
Today I turned 59, and I see too many my age who are looking forward to retirement with no dreams of what to do. They once dreamt when younger, but gave in to all the warnings. The never went swimming right after eating. They never tried riding, and sadly never tired Jesus. To them, I would like to offer the following advice. Think about it and pray about. What are you waiting for? After you’re dead is no time to take action. Something to consider today, whether from your dangerous perch on the sofa, or from behind the safety of your handlebars. Freedom is available today, NOW! It has a name, Jesus, and this somebody is the something you are looking for. Although it is true, not all should ride, we all need Jesus. Many are called, few are chosen.
And for you political types, there are no recorded instances of terrorist activity among motorcyclists. Join in the battle against terror today-RIDE!
love with compassion,
Mike
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