unequally yoked

Why is it that when a girl goes out with her girlfriend, we understand who she means, yet if a man goes out with his boyfriend we think he is gay? And maybe you can explain why men have mistresses, but women have lovers, when it is the same sexual experience for both. Or maybe it is more than sex...

Years ago Triumph ran an ad that gave some insight into why we do things, but possibly raised more questions than it answered. It depicted a very pretty women, blond like Bo Derek, wistfully watching as a man was looking at his motorcycle, with his helmet in hand. It showed a moment of intimacy between the bike and the man, and the look on Bo's face said as much as her words. "I wish he looked at me that way..." and we wonder what is the problem with this guy-Bo Derek or a motorcycle? Give her a helmet and take her with you. And after reading how great the new Triumphs are, her final line is "if only she was another woman, at least I could compete..." And we soon realize that all is not fair in love and war-or motorcycles.

And it doesn't have to be motorcycles that causes men to have affairs, or women lovers. Watching a history of Harley Davidson on TV they told how the early Davidson brothers were 7/24 workaholics, and even on Christmas, the wives were content if their husbands were home by 830-pm, not am! And certain things have always captivated men's hearts and souls-some are devoted to sports, working out, or an organization. They devote themselves to it 24/7, and live and breathe it, unaware that not everyone shares their warped devotion, and finding fault with those that don't. A narrow, selfish mind, that believes they are right, and the rest of us are wrong-we just don't measure up unless we do it like they say, by their rules, and within their organization. The Greeks have a saying, fish start to stink at the head, and they never get a whiff of the stink they leave behind. Praising its leaders, and never questioning them-that would be so unloving.

And when this obsession comes between you and God, sin enters. Soon you follow the organization's corporate line, and disregard church, the club becoming your new place to worship. And when your church misses you, you find them not worthy, and nosy and pushy. And that you know better, they are all misled-somehow you missed all the rhetoric and found your social salvation in this ministry. Now not all club affiliation is bad, until it gets between you and God. Until it is your new gospel, and you start making excuses.

Not all affairs are sexual, many things can come between two people in a relationship. A mistress is not necessarily a woman, but something even more dangerous. I have watched over the years as a man so devoted to his ministry, has found fault with all others, and those who go on to better things. And when he marries, his wife unknowingly has to fight with this inanimate mistress. He doesn't get it, and she has no say. Oh, she can join in and accompany him, but it is all about the ministry, or organization. We celebrate anniversaries and birthdays at their events, and it is always ministry first, her second. And like the Triumph girl said, " if only it was a woman so I could compete." A relationship never fully developed between man and wife, because she never had a chance. He chooses a mistress, when all she wants to be is his lover, and loved.

And so it is with God, too. He's God, and not a competitor. He never loses, but we do when we make bad choices. And we don't realize how they effect others, because we are so narrowly focused on anything but God. We try to adapt God to our life, rather than adapting to Him. And He wishes we would look to Him like we look to our mistress-a spiritual mistress bringing sadness, instead of Him bringing joy. Some finally do, but it is the broken lives that they leave behind that didn't have to happen-organizations, motorcycles, and the world make poor substitutes for a relationship with God. Yet we wallow in the excuses we make for not choosing Him, or worse yet think we have, deluded by the world's interference in our lives.

I can see another ad, with the same girl riding up on her own Triumph with her husband. Both enjoying life, and full of joy. All smiles, as she doesn't have to compete-and her husband looks at her in admiration-and she looks back the same way. And in the distance, the other guy looks back and says, "if only she had looked at me that way...if only she could have looked past her selfish desires..." He still doesn't get it.

Choose Jesus today, and never look back. Look at Him first, then you find you enjoy your riding more. Make Him first in your marriage, putting your wife above everything but Him-remember she is your first ministry, and watch as you two minister together in a life full of love, guided by God instead of some club's rules. The freedom to grow together, and depend on God, instead of some organization and its rules. Experience true freedom in Jesus, and remember the reason men and women stray is that they don't get it at home. Put love first in your marriage, then all other things. No mistresses, female or other. No lovers, but your own husband or wife. Minister together in love, independent on each other. You cannot legislate love-why are you still trying?

love with compassion,

Mike

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may I take your order?

Driving home from Orange County the other day in the truck with Andrew-it was raining, I wanted a burger since we had had no lunch. Seeing a McDonalds I ran in. And saw the Value Menu. For the same price as a burger, I could get a double cheese burger. And two small fries were bigger and cost less than a large. And the drinks on special were 44oz. for 79 cents, much better deal than the regular 16oz. for $1.29. So my budget conscious-cheap-mind went for the specials, actually saved me money-but I still didn't have the burger I went in for.

And while waiting in line to order, noted by the menu I could have had a hamburger, an Angus burger, a quarter pounder, fish sandwich, McRib, or three types of chicken-with or without cheese! These people are McNuts. "Yes we have them too for our cones-but they're extra. Unless you order the value meal...." AHHHH!

And it is no better at any other fast food joint. Did you know you can get a chicken sandwich on a baguette at Burger King? Chili, salads, and baked potatoes at Wendy's? Carl's has salads, $6 burgers, and chicken or fish sandwiches. And they call these burger places? Add chicken nuggets-we learned long ago not to ask which part of the chicken is a nugget, and I'm confused. And I feel for the young high schoolers working the counter. Or the bi-lingual, who when asked if they spoke any foreign language wrote English. And you have to order your food three times to get it right, all the time the volume of your voice getting higher-as if they understand yelling better than a calm voice, which you had when you went in for a burger and got conned into making so many choices!

My wife wanted a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate, so we went to DQ. Between the Blizzards, Mr. Misty, Dilly Bars, various Buster parfaits and sundaes, they had one line for cones. When I asked the high school girl for a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate, she looked at me and then the menu. Not seeing it, she asked another employee. Who said they only come in dipped vanilla. So I told her, just use chocolate instead of vanilla, it's ok. And she looked again at her fellow employee and asked "is that OK?" Maybe it is rocket science after.

My friend Eddie used to work at Fred's Deli. We used to order a roast beef on a hard roll with lettuce, tomato, and mayo-for 75 cents. Extra meat at no extra charge if Fred had gone home. Simple order, simple sandwich. Now you get choice of breads, and I still can't figure out what a baguette is, but it sounds like a f------, and I think I may have insulted a guy taking my sandwich order the other day when ordering a baguette, because he may have been a f---. All I wanted was some roast beef on a hard roll! Help!

When traveling we encounter so many different types of churches-there are Freewill Baptist, Baptist, Southern Baptist, and I even saw one in Mississippi called the Burnt Out Missionary Baptist Church-yeah, I bet they draw them in. But between Catholics, Roman or Jesuit, Episcopalians-my friend calls them Catholic light, Presbyterians-check my spelling, and so many other denominations-I'm confused. And I have to ask what they believe. And just because they have the name of Jesus, or Christ in their name doesn't mean He is the same one as in the Bible.

The gospel of Jesus Christ was never meant to be like that, for the gospel is simple. You are a sinner by birth, you need a saviour, and his name is Jesus. Believe in your heart that He is the son of God, repent, and you're saved. That's it. Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart. In less time than you can order lunch at Burger King, you can find salvation in Jesus Christ. Remember that next time you try to share Jesus with someone at lunch.

Next-I'll have salvation in Jesus Christ. Supersized? You mean He comes in anything less?

Can I get a chocolate dipped cone with that? And it's to go-get me out of here!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the shadow knows

My old friend, and fellow Christian brother, ex-professional hit man, Larry Peoples told me once, that among hit men and others in organized crime, there was an unwritten rule-you never messed with a man of God because something bad would happen to you. And after killing 28 for profit, and 8 for revenge before he got saved, I would take it on good authority he knows of what he speaks. Sadly, those in the world don't have the benefits of his wisdom in this area. For the third time in my life, I have been handed a seemingly adverse decision, based on lies, rumors, gossip, and hate. But God in His infinite wisdom, as He did in the other two instances, has turned it to joy. I had a man start rumors about me once where I worked, he accused me of the things I had caught him doing. It was only after I went on to far better things in my life, did I get word that the owner of the company realized he had made a mistake, and was sorry for it-as this other person cost him not only money, but reputation as well. There is a price to pay for believing a lie.

Paul writes that our lives are an endurance race, not a sprint-and if you know me you can tell I wouldn't make much of a sprinter, I tell people I am built for speed-slow! And in an endurance race, you must overcome obstacles, and persevere, realizing that as important as a day is, when you look at it in an overall life, it isn't quite as dramatic. And I learned from off road racing that going fast is not the best way to win-but going less slow, and getting the most out of each section that it has to offer.

And as a long distance touring rider, I also get a perspective into this. It takes more than a soft bottom and smooth bike to ride long distances-it takes a heart to persevere. A lot of long distance riding is mental-and if you want to skew your chances of enjoying it, you ride with someone who doesn't have the heart you do to do it. Works in ministry, too. That is why you follow God, and not an organization or a philosophy. Be true to the calling, the vision God gave you, and He will fulfill it. He completes all good works., rescuing you from the box that other well meaning people put you in. For you can only ride as fast as the slowest rider. And you don't lead from the rear-but from the front. And speed doesn't always kill, but it can cause suffering. And God knows this, as do many long term Christians-they have endured the battles, and the controversies, and continue to live for God-understanding that it is the destination that we are looking forward to, and not making the ride our main focus.

And that is why so many of us follow the course God has laid out for us, and not someone else's trip plans. Admitted there are times of loneliness, and wondering where God is-the loneliness of the long distance rider is a good analogy to a seasoned saint, for growing in God takes trust-faith the Bible calls it, and the best definition I ever heard for faith was trusting God when there is no evidence of Him.

If you know the course you are on is of God, stick with it. Do not let other well meaning people deter you from it. Keep your eyes on the cross-not at the situation. And keep trusting God.

And keep an eye on your shadow. If it is in back of you, then you are facing God. But if there is no shadow, you are in the center of His light, living in the spirit, and there is no shadow at all. Riding, living in His spirit. Realizing that you may be on the right road, but not following the right direction. Seek God today, and watch as your a bad situation, at least for now-brings out the best for you in the long run.

God knows what's best! Do you trust Him? Follow Him, staying in the light. Oh, and those who seek to rob you of your joy- remember God protects His kids.

Satan accuses, God builds up. Enjoy the ride-I encourage you heartily-in Christ Jesus, of course.

love with compassion,

Mike

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life at the line of scrimmage

Congratulations-we all made it through another Super Bowl Commercial Extravaganza, which this year fortunately kept getting interrupted by a great football game. As a Christian, don't you love it when Saints win? And I enjoyed the game, because I didn't watch any hoopla the week before, you know all the false predictions from old players struggling to put words together to form a sentence, and inside info on the woman who walks the dog of the coach's neighbor who used to know his wife in high school-important stuff like that. But on NFL channel, while surfing I watched Super Bowl 3, and was more impressed to watch Joe Namath than ever before-and his team.

Unlike today, where all plays are called from the booth, by a coach, Joe called his in the huddle. But I bet you didn't know he changed 50-80% of them at the line of scrimmage. After reading the defense, he would change the play to meet the situation. And with a great deal of success. But it took communication and trust from the other ten guys on the field with him. And because of this, they grew together as a team. I wonder how many lineman seeing the same thing Joe did, smiled in their helmet as he changed the play at the line of scrimmage, knowing just what to do and why. How many receivers after telling Joe in the huddle, when they show that formation, I can get a step on him on a slant pattern. And Joe filed it away, and then called the play-and as a team they put it into motion. Not always with success, for their competitor was equally as strong-it came down to execution-and who wanted to win more. But trust for their play caller, and from him too.

As I watch today, I wonder why do so many teams continue to run off left tackle, when they lose yards each time? Don't they get it? And I am amazed at how many of us approach God the same way. Same church, same service, same songs, and the same boring message. No wonder your mind wanders, and soon your body, and you quit church. God has a plan for your life-and doesn't reveal the whole thing at once. If He did, you wouldn't follow it anyway, because the road will have many bumps in it-life 101. And you would exit at the before the next bump, not realizing the exit has worse dangers in it. But His daily bread, that He gives you fresh each day, keeps you in the huddle-church-and in contact with Him. Then as you go about your day-approaching the line of scrimmage-and situations change, He allows the flexibility in His spirit, to change, not your walk, but to adapt to what is in front of you. To stay in communication with Him by listening-funny how we expect Him to listen to our prayers, but fail to listen to His replies. And as we adapt ourselves to the situation, we find the play called in the huddle may not have worked, but the audible did-so we listen more.

And we find ourselves trusting Him more, and also knowing His character-so when a similar situation comes up, we know how He wants us to react, and we do because of our relationship with Him.

But there are three key ingredients to each play called in the huddle. Mercy-God will not give us what we deserve based on what we have done-a good thing. Grace-He will give us what we don't deserve-a good thing also. But in all things He shows us love-not because of who we are, or what we have done-but because of who He is, and what Jesus has done.

Start your day in the huddle every morning-it's called prayer. Listen for that audible voice, that just like Joe's could be heard through the crowd, and his teammates knew-God's voice comes through loud and clear despite your surroundings when you know it. And He tells us as He is the great shepherd, and we are His sheep, we will hear His voice. And stay in the playbook-the Bible!

Jesus Christ-son of God-on three-ready break! Remember we are all just one play away from victory-heaven!

love with compassion,

Mike

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at the end of your rope

Rats, informants, snitches, finks-many names that describe a person who you trusted but ratted you out.
And always for personal gain, and sometimes creating a lie to cover for their iniquities. The number one fink that ever was is Judas Iscariot, treasurer, disciple, and accuser of Jesus Christ. A man, who for 30 pieces of silver, sold out our Lord, an innocent man, and ended up hanging himself from a tree, the branch broke and his guts spilled out. A perfect ending for a man who spilled his guts about an innocent man.

Growing up my friend Ricky used to always say something like "what did your mom do when she found out you were doing..." in front of her, knowing full well she didn't know. But my mother was cool, and never said anything, not wishing to fall into the trap, or take me with her. And sadly today, 40 years later, the Rickys of the world still exist, causing trouble within clubs, families, and even trying to get between friends.

Proverbs tells us, paraphrased, that a story told sounds true until the other side of the tale is told. Good advice, in fact out judicial system is built on it. And lately, I for one am glad. For you see, not everyone who comes in the name of the Lord, is of God. Colors, church attendance, knowing officers in a club do not get you out of your lies. Soon, for some reason not soon enough, they get found out. But after they have done damage, and moved on to another group of people. The sad thing is we see them coming, but for some reason think we can change them, when it is only God who can change a heart, and all changes in actions start from there.

But sadder still are those who continue their gossip, for that is what it is, and continue the trail of hurt and destruction. Sadly, protected by well meaning, but wrong men, who rather keep peace, than expunge the one causing turmoil. Wise is the man who realizes that a little leaven-the Bible uses this term for sin-soon goes through the whole loaf. If only they had the integrity, guts, or even love to stop these people in their tracks before they spread their cancer, but often in the name of getting along with each other don't. Mistaking unity by thinking it is agreeing with each other, when in truth it is agreeing with God. Perpetuating lies, but never vindicating the innocent one who has been injured by the slander.

God uses these events to prove what our character is made of, and sometimes to move us out of bad situations. It is called love, and when tested, we need to respond in love. Realizing that the same Jesus that died for me, died for my aggressor. The same Jesus that could have rescued Judas, but he was too proud to ask. Don't you be-ask forgiveness now-it feels pretty good, and gives us an unjaundiced perspective than sin can't. And for those of you who persecute those walking with God, that same forgiveness is for you.
Bask in God's mercy and grace today.

Don Corleone, set an example for us to be wise as serpents, when he stated "it was Barzini all along." May we have his insight, but better yet the love of Christ. Someday He will judge the sinner, I choose forgiveness-I hope you do to. And to those who have wronged me, I hope God changes your heart, too. The phone rings both ways. God changes finks,too.

love with compassion,

Mike

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coming of age-at the cross-roads

When telling stories, we often include dates, but fail to explain how old we were when the event happened. Reading Eric Clapton's autobiography, I found this very fascinating. Between 1963 and 1969, he played with the Yardbirds, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, Cream, Blind Faith, and Delaney and Bonnie and Friends. Quite a list of famous groups within seven years, more than the average musician could hope for in his lifetime. But what fascinated me, he was 18 years old in 1963, and a whopping 24 when the decade ended. At an age where most men had still not quite figured out what to do with their lives, Clapton had lived a full career. His peer group included the Beatles, Rolling Stones, and anybody who was anyone in the British rock invasion. And it was time to evaluate my memories again, but from a different perspective. Not to the sixties, but to when I was his age.

When we tell stories from the past, we always envision storyteller to look like he does now, travelling in a world that looks like now-and nothing can be further from the truth. By the time I was 21, in 1975, I had driven in 31 states, 18 on my motorcycle. At age 20, I had moved with my friend Bill from New Jersey to Florida, in January on our motorcycles-him on his 1972 CB750, me on my R60/5 BMW. Compare that to today's BMW and Honda, you will see how much bikes have changed. See the weather in NJ over the weekend-we rode in it! And as I travelled, I developed a peer group unlike the one I left behind. If you have never taken a long trip, you do not know of what I speak of when I tell of southern hospitality, or freezing cold in Biloxi, on the gulf coast. How Florida can take as long as Texas to navigate, or how you somehow go from home fries to grits travelling south of the Mason Dixon Line. And then try to see it through the eyes of a 21 year old, and you realize if you have done these things, you were much older, or much younger-seeing them through your parents eyes or as a parent yourself. Probably through a windshield, hopefully not one on a bike. And I found the peer group I talked with, ones who ride and tour, was where I felt most comfortable. Yeah, I can cruise 20 miles to eat at 45 mph-boring. I can ride a fast sportbike at 130 mph-scary, and I can ride dirt bikes-OUCH! But where I am at home is on the road. And the more I ride, the more passionate I get about the places I have yet to see, and more excited about places I've been. And realize, that to most other riders, I am not part of their peer group. They don't get it. To them, I'm just some old sucker who has spent too many miles in the saddle. But to you young guys, I did this when I was your age. To the older, I still am doing it. But the peer group, as I ride more, gets smaller. And I find life is like that also. Age doesn't have to describe a peer group. Relationships do.

We all know that Jesus was about 33 when he was crucified. And at age 12, when his parents couldn't find him, he was in the temple. And I know strong Christians who can relate to Jesus at age 12-I was 21 when I got saved, and others who waited until they were older, and their testimony starts in their 60's, not in the 60's. And it seems the more we walk with Him, the more intimate we get with Him, and a passion develops-like Clapton's for guitar, and mine for the road, and our peer groups shrink. Church was, well church, now we ask God where to go, as our passion is fueled for more Jesus. We don't want opinion, we want truth! We seek out Bible studies, and actually read the word more-because we can and we want to. But our peer group shrinks, which can seem cruel to those who get left behind as your relationship with Christ grows. And in some ways, you cannot even talk to them, because the depth of your relationship with Jesus is far deeper than they could understand-there just aren't words for it. If you have never seen a New Mexico sunset, there are no words to describe the colors. So they criticize and sometimes think you are weird, and maybe you are-but they are missing out-they are missing a passion that can be fed nowhere else. Although I am passionate about riding-I am more passionate about Jesus. And I find that I get comments like, "he's too opinionated, or narrow minded." And they are wrong-in their ignorance they confuse fact for opinion, and miss the fact the a relationship takes time to develop-you just don't walk into one. Don't tell me about a 500 mile day until you have ridden one-for 24 days straight! Don't expect to be in 30 days where it has taken me 34 years! And so as I find my peer group shrinking, I find myself closer to God. The flow chart gets smaller as you get to the top. Stop and think about your peer group-how does it reflect where you are in Jesus? You might find out why your growth has been stunted or why you are still growing. It's all about Jesus-keep it that way.

A sad note about Eric Clapton-throughout all his successes, and even graffiti declaring "Clapton is God!" he never enjoyed a fulfillment in his music-he had not been able to play what he wanted-or desired deep in his heart. And I find that although it took me another 32 years to ride in all 48 contiguous states, once I had done it, without Jesus something would have been missing. And I find that without the passion for Him guiding my life, it is empty. You see 500 mile days, back roads, great food, and good friends are a good thing, blessings-but nothing can compare to knowing Jesus. He fulfills dreams I didn't know I had, and with people who I can be myself in Christ with-and grow in His grace while enjoying my life. It wasn't the groups Clapton played with that made him famous-it was his playing. He made them famous. And it wasn't the bikes I rode on in 48 states that made me an experienced touring rider-it was the road I was on. And if you are not on the same road as Jesus, or travelling alone-don't expect to fulfill that passion. And if you ever get to a peer group of one-just you and Jesus-let me know-I have only about a 1000 questions to ask you-during rest stops while riding, of course. That is the ultimate road trip to me.

Clapton's initial successes laid groundwork for a long and successful, still growing career-for me there are more roads to ride. And Jesus-that's why He gives us eternity, so we can get to know Him fully.

It's not the years, or even the years old. It's all about Jesus. Who has no peer, but invites you into his group anyway. I invite you to meet him today.

And if you want to tour on your motorcycle, give me a call. Let's talk. About Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the truth not found in advertising

Be careful how you study history, and what you learn from it. It can be the ride of your life, or you may find yourself hitching a ride. Example one is from back in the 80's, when #2 Yamaha came out at their national sales meeting and declared they would pass Honda as #1. They had the plan, the dealers, and they thought the product-look out Honda, you're going down! They only neglected one area-the fact that Honda didn't get to be #1 by being stupid-and their stupid statements only infuriated Honda. Who flooded dealers with new bikes, priced them $100's of dollars cheaper for a comparable model-this is when a 750 cost $2899, and if you were at $3499, that was big bucks. Still is. And they almost put Yamaha out of business, the result being Yamaha had warehouses of new bikes, and so did there dealers for the next 3-4 years. Which they had to heavily discount to move. The nicest people you met on a Honda obviously didn't work for them, as their sales actually went up, in a down market. Like Rodney Dangerfield said in Back to School-"look out for #1, and don't step in any #2." Good advice.

Back in the 80's, Pepsi started a campaign called the Pepsi Challenge, a blind taste test to see which cola had the preferred taste. In stores everywhere, they had these little booths set up, and because of Coke's power in the markets, they were able to set up displays within eyesight of the test, with a discounted product. And it seems there was more loyalty to price than taste, for one. The other was, that there was no advantage in test results, except Pepsi's purchases of Coke went up. But an interesting thing happened-every time that Pepsi did a challenge, both Pepsi and Coke's sales went up! With Coke benefitting from all the money and time Pepsi put into its challenge. And as a Coke employee, we used to tell people, "if there wasn't a champion, there wouldn't be a challenger." Being #1 is still the best position to market from. Just ask Avis-they tried harder, too.

And as I watch Toyota shut down their plant, and shutter their dealers in a hope to rectify faults they knew about for years, but didn't address, this was the year they were going to pass General Motors as #1 car manufacturer in the world. A word of warning-be careful of your words, you may eat, or in Pepsi's situation, drink them later. If you think it is hard to get there, wait until you find it is harder to stay there.

Today many things are out there vying for your soul. The lust of the eyes-can you please explain to me girls, what do you think makes you attractive in a shirt that is too small, jeans that don't fit, and underwear showing out of it? With that kind of bait, is it any wonder what you will catch? Perhaps if you dressed and acted like lady more men would treat you like one.
The lust of the flesh also eats into us-no modesty, but when you have no value-if you believe you come from mud and slime, you tend to act like it Ms. Evolutionist, and watch as the price you pay for your sexual freedom results in 40% of newborns married to single moms-a job I wouldn't wish on anyone, along with the parents, grandparents, and welfare roles that end up raising the child. So you can go out and have more-not learning from your first indiscretion. And of course the lust of the world-gotta make money, gotta buy a big house and have all the trendy cars and bikes-and as they sit and rust as all your time is spent earning, but no time to enjoy.

If only you had taken the time to listen to that pastor, Sunday school teacher, or Christian friend at work. You see, there is a challenger, who wants to destroy you, and at all costs. The devil is real, but a created being, who fell from heaven when he tried to be equal with God. Don't make the same mistake today. For the champion, Jesus Christ, is here to represent you. And no falling from grace, as we all do, keeps Him from loving us. As opposed to Satan-whose name in Greek is Appolyon, or the destroyer. There is a price to be paid to be #1, and Jesus paid it on the cross. And He continues to wish to cover your bill for sin today, but first you must let Him. No marketing plans, no discounts, no taste tests, and no false promises. No funny slogans either. Just the truth, can you handle the truth? We all have seen what happens when a lie handles us?

Prophecy tells us that soon Jesus will call all of his saints out of this world-the Bible refers to it as the rapture. No 2012 movie, no extinct civilization's calendar, no Nostradamus flawed predictions, or best selling novel can stop it. And as Christians, we look forward to it. You see God's plan for us is to keep us #1 in His heart, and His plan is for us to take the message to others so they may not be left behind.

The challenge is great, but the champion has already been determined. Where you spend eternity is up to you. Accept no substitute, Jesus Christ is the real thing. You meet the nicest when you serve Him, and you don't have to try harder. Oh, what a feeling! Jesus Christ is it! God knew all this long ago-now you do, too. And your choice is....

love with compassion,

Mike

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