We often blame our old friend Brett for the blond actions my older son
performs sometimes. Brett and he were very close when he was growing up, and
from taking out the toothpaste display at Sac and Save to feeding him Mr. T
cereal, they spent a lot of time together. But Brett could be an airhead, but
was such a cool guy we overlooked it. And when he was building his house, moved
in with us for awhile. And the two months he stayed with us were fun times, and
although we are still close, we don’t hear from each other anymore. We both had
families to raise and careers to follow, but back to his stay with us.
He kept his bedroom door shut so our cat Maestas wouldn’t go in his room,
which she did as soon as he opened the door, and liked to sleep on his bed.
Sometimes forgetting she was there and locking her in. But almost from the
first day he moved in, he lost his riding jacket, and we looked everywhere. And
he would get frustrated, as we all would, and for months couldn’t find it. Now
New Mexico will get cold in the winter, we were at 5500’, and so he would borrow
a jacket of mine. But the day he started to pack to move out, he came out of
his room all excited, he had found his jacket. And you would never guess where
it was? He found it on his bed...it had been there the whole time, for over two
months. And his sweatshirt, that he also couldn’t find, George found it in
Brett’s tank bag, where he had put it to see how much the tank bag would hold.
Both items found just in time for spring riding season, when both weren’t
needed...
The six of us had ridden to Albuquerque for a weekend get away. George and
David were single, Theresa and I, and Brett and Julie. Sometime during the late
afternoon, George and David went in and took Brett’s motorcycle key, and stole
his seat. The next morning after minutes of frustration, they came across with
the seat, and even Brett laughed. But the joke was later to be on George and
David, as Theresa and I had left early, a storm coming in, the others to ride
back later, about 225 miles. They both froze their butts off, and one time
stopping to warm up, wish they had a riding suit like mine, to keep warm. What
they failed to remember was I had bungeed it on George’s bike, and he was to
drop it off on his way home. Which he did, having it safely riding behind him
the entire freezing 225 miles....We laugh now....
And another popular joke we played on each other was to tape down the horn
button the other guy’s motorcycle, so when he turned on the key, the horn went
off. And it usually took 3-4 on/off sequences before it was figured out, the
tape being clear, but yet visible. I cannot count how many times we pulled that
one on new riders. Who soon couldn’t wait to do it to the next newbie. But we
were all good friends, still are, and often those younger days of joking and fun
are missed. Along with the ones we can’t mention here.
We have a magnet on our refrigerator “it’s all fun and games until someone
ends up in a cone,” referring to a dog or cat. And as Christians we like to
have fun, and if anyone should have fun it is us. We’re going to heaven, we are
forgiven, and we have access to God all the time, no matter where we forgot we
left our jacket. And what good is fun if you don’t enjoy it? Which upsets a
lot of Christians I know, who act like they attend Our Lady of Perpetual
Sorrows. Straight faced and straight laced, they live so seriously and
legalistic that they categorize us as immature, and question our walk with
Christ. They are there to remind us of every little sin we commit, and live in
such spiritual poverty they have no joy. They live like Pharisees, who had to
keep all 600+ Mosaic laws, down to special hand washing for eating, or brushing
against an unclean one-a Gentile. Like certain cults and religions today, it is
all about the visible, with no trace of the invisible, the spirit guiding them.
One man I know studies to find himself approved in all situations, and has
missed out on many blessings while still studying, rather delaying acting upon
what the spirit has directed him to do. And of course, many think him
spiritual, and maybe he is, just not holy spiritual. If only he went farther
than the words on the page and knew who wrote them. And sadly these types can
find any scripture, no matter how far taken out of context to approve their
decisions. The pages of their Bible may be worn out, but they also is
spiritually.
So before your Bible time today, ask God where to go and what to read.
Sometimes a verse, sometimes a chapter, sometimes going from Old to New
Testaments and back again. Guided by the spirit. For too many read their
Bibles like some interpret the minimum wage law. I have to pay them the
minimum, that’s all. Nothing more. But unlike the law, God wants to spend as
much time with you as you can, no minimum requirements, and never maxed out.
That is why he sent Jesus to save and forgive us, so he can spend eternity with
him. One more riding story...
The four of us plus Bill, making 5, took a 1600 mile ride to San Diego from
Farmington and back. On one stretch of Arizona freeway, we swapped bikes, I got
to ride Bill’s Virago. Which had 4 way flashers. I let the others get ahead,
falling back, then came up on them flashers on, horn honking and they all pulled
over, thinking I was the law. You see, the law will do that, point out your
faults and take away your fun. But in the spirit, there is freedom, and fun. A
foretaste of heaven, with no laws except saved in laws and outlaws. Jesus, the
word will be there, and we will know first hand all about the scriptures. With
a lot of fun going on. So practice today for heaven, and enjoy Christ. Be a
kid, for we are all to come to Jesus as children. Or did I misinterpret that
one?
love with compassion,
Mike
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