a cure for stupid

Working in automotive for years, I saw my fair share of warranty items, on factory defects, parts that failed, and poor assembly.  But among the list of defects, stupid was not listed among them.  Just as it was believed there is no cure for stupid, there may be a secret remedy, that allows the consumer to further his mission in life.  And to place the blame on someone else.  This miracle cure is found in California, under the Lemon Law, and here are a few examples I know of first hand.  The wound may heal, but the scar remains.  All three cases are based on motorcycles less than two years old and still under full factory warranty.

Lesson 1 had about 10,000 miles on it and showed customer care.  But his complaint was the engine died sometimes under full throttle.  After being in the shop for the required 30 days during the warranty period, he requested a new bike to replace his defective one.  He liked the bike, just thought it to be a lemon.  I had tested the bike for 500 miles, and could duplicate the problem easily, it wasn’t a defect, but the traction control kicking in.  The bike was doing what it was told to do, momentarily disabling power to the rear wheel when it sensed slippage, and a simple disabling by using the prompts on the dash could have solved it.  Sadly his new bike will do the same thing....why couldn’t the service department have advised him of this?  Confirmed by National Service Manager for the brand...

Lesson 2 was the same style bike, that had been ridden hard and had over 24,000 miles on it.  The complaint was of an oil leak that could not be fixed.  Again I was able to confirm it, and when checked by the factory, a sealing ring was missing from the drain plug.  I had stopped by the local dealer who knew the bike, and said the old owner did all his own maintenance, and knew what he was doing.  The only thing he had done was abuse the bike, it was the definition of ridden hard and put away wet, been careless in his maintenance, and got use of a free ride for 24,000 miles, then his money back.  I put 1500 more miles on it, never a drop of oil leaked, in fact I was offered a deal to buy it and considered it, but it would have been bike number 5, and we are slimming down, the number of bikes at least.  And by the way, again confirmed by the factory.

Lesson 3 is on a brand new, current year bike, with only 100 miles on it.  It seems the customer overbought, and the boss, his wife was against it.  Cost too much, too much bike, not her OK, but whatever the reason, the bike had to go.  So he consistently complained the tire pressure monitors showed low pressures, then would change after riding.  He was afraid to ride the bike, a safety concern, and so it sat for a few months at the dealer until his 30 days were up, and it was bought back.  He was rid of the bike, his wife happy, at least for the moment, and he had possibly scammed the factory.  Truth is TPM’s read static pressures, which will change as you ride, same as in your car.  It wasn’t a product failure, but a successful unloading of a bike not wanted, with some assistance from his dealer.  Any sales force and service tech knows this, it is even in the owners manual.  Again after 500 miles it showed no problems except for working normal, all tires stayed within recommended pressures, and the bike was returned, and so was is cash.  It seems there is a cure for stupid, and when it occurs, it makes it that much harder to believe the next guy with a real concern.  I blame the owners for not taking the time to check out their purchase before they make it, the dealer for not being informed or informing the customer, and the service department for missing the obvious problems.  I just ride them, I don’t fix them, perhaps justice really is blind, but in California, in these three cases, there was a cure for stupid.

Now there is nothing like riding a new bike out of the dealership, a thrill and exciting as you get to know it and put on the miles.  But many a promise or schedule has to be followed, how to break it in, when to service it, and how to maintain it.  Yet many neglect to listen, then neglect to follow, and blame someone else.  Stupid hurts, a self inflicted wound, and soon bitterness, then hatred, then disbelief set in, and you miss out on the ride you were looking forward to.  Even worse is having to wait, for you aren’t riding while waiting, and that is where you want to be.  WIP?WOP, work in process/waiting on parts.  Prayer is like that too, we love when God says yes immediately, “isn’t God great?” we say.  We get upset when he says “no,” but I have learned that a better yes is coming.  But when he says wait, we get upset.  Why?  How long?  Didn’t he hear my prayers?  And some quit praying, because the genie in the lamp they thought God to be wasn’t.  And they return to their old ways, blaming God.

Why pray if you don’t want an answer?  And what if God doesn’t answer immediately, is he not listening?  When God promised Abraham and Sarah children they were past child bearing years.  Almost 90, maybe only Malcolm Smith born to an 83 year old father could relate to when Isaac was born.  But what of A&S’s waiting?  They had heard the promise, knew it was of God, from God, why wasn’t she pregnant yet?  Interestingly enough Abraham believed the promise, for 25 years until Isaac arrived.  He didn’t disbelieve because of an instant fatherhood bestowed upon him, he knew God, trusted God, and had faith in God to fulfill his promise.  He believed God to be honest and trustworthy, and true to his character.  Not Abraham’s, but God’s own character.  He was part of the promise God made, which would extend to Jesus, and stood fast that he would fulfill it.  The basis of his faith was he trusted God to be who God said he was, and wasn’t looking for a way out of the promise.  He knew when the time was right, God would answer.  Do we pray the same way?  Do we listen for God’s answer, and try to negotiate it when we don’t like it?  Have you given up on Jesus, because he didn’t respond as you wanted?  We live in a world where seeing is believing, despite the words of I heard it Through the Grapevine telling us to “believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear.”They need proof and need it now...their way or the highway.  Which may explain the traffic jams of today.

To have a relationship with God it takes faith, for without it, it is impossible to please God.  But soon that grows to obedience, as we get closer to him, and want to be like him.  But when we trust, just because he is God, and are led by his spirit, we see the things of God on his timetable.  And get to enjoy the trip along the way.  So why believe in prayer?  Because Jesus said it is the secret of life, a conversation with God in heaven.  And he encourages us to listen, he didn’t say “he who has a mouth let him speak,” but did say “he who has an ear let him hear?”  Do you listen after praying?  Why ask if you don’t want an answer?  And when in the spirit, the answer can be wait, and you go on with life.  The proof of prayer does not come from me, that is only a demonstration of what I believe, it comes from God.  Believing is seeing....and so the whole burden of truth rests on Jesus, either he is who he said he is, and is trustworthy, or he is just a fraud, misleading us.  When it is us who are not having the faith to believe, for he knows who he is, and his character proves it.

So maybe there is a cure for stupid when it comes to warranties.  You can fool the state, fool the factory, but your true problem will show up eventually.  Your sin will find you out, and you will be exposed.  But God has provided a cure for it spiritually, called repentance, followed by forgiveness.  As if it never happened...so while you may think you can fool people, a fool is born every minute, the time of your birth may confirm you in the club.  Jesus is ready to forgive all, by a simple stepping out in faith, by praying to him, and listening for his answer.  In each case above the buy back could have, and to me should have been avoided.  Read your owner’s manual, ask the service manager.  But ask.  Doing your own thing, your own maintenance, like a doctor lawyer, it is a fool who has himself as his client.  It is not the court’s fault you disobeyed and did it wrong.  And finally, be sure in your decisions.  What a lousy marriage your wife tells you what to do, or ride.  If it was only motorcycles, but when it extends to all things, you both have a problem.  So ask God, listen to what he says, follow the spirit, and enjoy the ride.  I never met any of the owners, but already have a dim view of them.  Would you trust their judgment based on their performance?  Would you fly an airplane with them piloting?  Yet many do, having more faith than they do in God.

Simply put, the cure for stupid is salvation.  It is found in the person of Jesus Christ.  Just a little faith can keep you riding and out of the shop.  His love surpasses any laws, even Lemon Laws.  His forgiveness everlasting.  Abraham believed because he knew and trusted God.  If your basis of trust is not of God, there is a Lemon Law just waiting in your life to happen when you die.  Jesus Christ is not on trial, we are.  He has given us the answers....do you believe?  Do you trust?  Stupid hurts.....only Jesus saves.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the presence of presents, the gift of giving

Christmas was and still is a very important and fun time for our family.  A time of love, of gathering, of giving, and the joy of it.  My Grandparents, in particular my Grandmother loved Christmas time, and seeing the kids enjoy it.  Being a teacher, she knew most of the kids and their families in the small town in Pennsylvania she lived in, and knew who had and who hadn’t for gifts.  What we didn’t know until after she died, was quietly and anonymously she had been Santa to many kids in the neighborhood for years, providing money for their parents to enjoy both buying gifts for their kids, and then seeing the joy of them opening them.  My father took it over for awhile, but being some distance away, it was discontinued.  But the tradition that she had started, has been carried on by him, and now my mother since his death.  For they made sure we had money for Christmas gifts over the years, in times when we had plenty, and times of barely getting by, we had money for Christmas, not for paying bills, but for paying cash for Christmas gifts, for our family, to see the joy of our kids opening gifts.  They had remembered how they had made it through the tough times with Grandma’s help, and carried it on to their kids.  And we do today, as we honor their legacy, trying to provide for others at Christmas time, so that they can have toys under the tree, and have something to wake up to on Christmas morning.  We may struggle the other days of the year, but Christmas is and always has been singled out as a day of giving in our family.  A day when the presence of presents under a tree reminds us of how much joy is found in giving, and because of a tradition, we have are still a part of it.

Over the years we have been able to give to friends, and others anonymously, but get to see the joy or hear how surprised they were by the gifts.  If only they knew how blessed we were in giving, and when we do hear, leave them with an encouragement to do it for others.  We love to receive, but nothing beats the joy of someone you love opening a gift and being surprised and blessed.  For 62 years of my life it has always been that way, a special gift from God, and although to some it may seem we’re spoiled, we are very appreciative, for we know the sacrifices that have been made so we can have.  And without fail, we spend all the money on gifts for others, not on bills, or on needs, but gifts, because we have been shown the joy of giving, and selfishly sometimes want to enjoy that joy seeing others get. 

But as special as Christmas and Christmas time is, we have to live the rest of the year, and have learned to give then too.  A gift for your birthday is expected, but a special just thinking of you gift is more special.  While some concentrate on the price, or set an amount, we find the thoughtfulness far outweighs any price paid,  for in setting a price, we see it as “that’s all I have to spend?”  And when we legislate giving, it isn’t giving any more, and the joy is robbed of both getting and giving.  Sometimes it’s the for only a few dollars more I could have or the what if I don’t spend the total amount, will they feel cheated?  It is when the elements of giving become more important than the giving itself, when the gift is the prize and not the joy of giving, we miss out.  If you are a giver, you know what I mean, if not, you don’t know what you are missing.

My prayer is I want all the blessings from God I can get.  Not selfishly, but God loves to give, to bless his children.  And when the blessings flow, we return love more to him, not as in it being bought, but we get to snuggle up to him and he gets to see our joy. Years ago when out of work, and being led to go into ministry, I sat on my porch, I missed work, I liked working, had a good work ethic, and needed the money.  So I asked God what do I do, and he reminded me of how he took care of me, and not to ask or beg.  His words still echo, “if you ask for it, it is not a gift, and I like to give good gifts.”  Make that great gifts.  Gifts from the heart, many times without price, for the real value is found in the love giving them. 

Today we are faced with Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and daily sales until Christmas, and then after.  But we forget about Jesus, the ultimate gift that God gave us.  We forget if we could ever imagine the cost, and how much love it took for Jesus to die for us.  We get involved in trees, shopping, lights, and the things of Christmas, but forget that Christmas means the day of Christ, the day of his birth.  And that when we are saved, we celebrate Christmas every day.  When faced with nothing but ourselves to give, that is the example of the ultimate gift that God shared with us, the gift of Jesus.  A gift that keeps on giving, and he encourages us to give ourselves to him.  The creator does not need his creations returned to him, but he wants us made in his image to give to others.  Long after the holiday season is over, and the bills arrive, and life again sets in, the gift of Jesus Christ is still giving, and we can too.  Give of yourself, love when all else fails.  When the poor man asked for healing, Peter told him “silver and gold have I not, but in the name of Jesus Christ rise up and walk!”  And he did, the joy of giving and getting, through Jesus.  We all want something for Christmas, but few want the someone of Christmas.  Today God is willing to give, will you add to his joy by coming to him?  The angels of God rejoice when one is saved, they in no way can compare with the joy God has when we turn to him, and see Jesus as our savior.  Wise men still seek him....and he still seeks you.

Maybe Pete Maravich, Pistol Pete said it best.  A Hall of Fame basketball player, one who had it all but felt empty without Christ, but when he knew Jesus personally, it all changed.  He said “money will buy a fine dog, but only love will make it wag its tail.”  The joy of giving, expressed in man’s best friend.  Share some of that love today, in life the tail wags the dog too often, in Jesus we get to wag the tail.  It takes love, and what better gift to give this Christmas than the gift of love.  Share it today, start a tradition, see lives changed, including yours.  For God so loved the world, he gave his only son....found via gifts under our tree again this year, the joy of giving, from a loving God.  May the joys of your Christmas include Jesus again this year, for it is in giving that we truly receive.  The presence of presents under the tree, may we find your dog’s tail wagging when opened.  And why he wags his when he sees you.

love with compassion,

Mike

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confused about Christmas, you're not alone

Christmas is very simply the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, the son of God, and savior of the human race.  Simple, but over the centuries, much has been added or subtracted to it.  Did you know that this year will be the 1680th time Christmas is celebrated, the first time in 336AD, on December 25th, in Rome?  Some 300 years after his crucifixion?  That’s a lot of cards and presents bought and given over the years.  But it hasn’t always been so, as scripturally the Bible tells us the day of one’s death is more important than the day of one’s birth, so no birthdays were celebrated until then.  More importance was given to the day of being baptized, and it took many courses after that.  Some factual, some based on individual belief, and some just traditional.  Everything starts somewhere...

But in the colonies, before we declared our independence, Christmas or its recognition was considered blasphemy by the church, the Puritans in England had banned it, and until Charles II by popular demand reinstated it.  But the early Christians in 1620 followed the Puritans even more rigidly, being outlawed in Boston, a fine of five shillings, but encouraged in Jamestown, where all were encouraged to participate.  But as we won our independence, English traditions fell out of favor, and on December 25, 1789, the first Christmas under the new Constitution, Congress was in session.  It wasn’t until a law was passed recognizing December 25th as a national holiday, passed on June 26th, 1870, after the Civil War.  But here are some historical landmarks based on Christmas in the US of A....

In the 1600’s the Puritans made it illegal to celebrate in any way, no candles, gifts, or singing.  BAH, HUMBUG!  Dutch immigrants meanwhile brought with them the story of Sinter Klaas, and in 1773 he first appeared in the media as St. A. Claus.  Then in 1804 the New York Historical Society named St. Nicolas as its patron saint, and instituted the tradition of giving gifts from the Dutch.  In 1809, Washington Irving, he of the Headless Horseman fame, wrote of Nicolas riding a horse into town and later refined it to flying over trees in a wagon.  Under the pseudonym of Diedrich Knickerbocker.  Reindeer were to first appear in 1821 in a William Gilley poem, Santeclaus, but with only one reindeer. 

In 1822 things were top change, as a dentist Clement Clarke Moore wrote what was to become The Night Before Christmas, with eight reindeer pulling a miniature sleigh.  Twenty years passed until a Philadelphia merchant dressed a man up in a Criscringle outfit and had him climb the chimney outside his store.  Then another 20 years later, Thomas Nast created the image of Santa that lasted almost until the 1900’s.  President Lincoln had asked him to draw one, and it so demoralized the Confederates thinking Santa had found favor with the North.  Talk about psychological warfare...

Then in 1897, the editor of the New York Sun wrote an editorial, “Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus,” in response to a letter written by an 8 year old girl.  And into the 1900’s, where Santa was portrayed as a jolly fat fellow in a red suit with a beard.  But that all changed, as in 1931 Coca Cola commissioned Haddon Sundblom to draw a Santa for their Christmas ads, and became the one we know and recognize today, a popular form of Santa until 1964.  Coca Cola still holds the trademark for Santa to this day....and also out the Depression comes the music we know and love about him. 

In 1939 a copywriter for Montgomery Wards came up with a ninth reindeer, Rudolph, and we know the story of Rudolph, because of the song Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, the second most popular song of all time, recorded by Gene Autry, White Christmas being the first.  Even copies of the poem were given to customers, who can’t sing the song without feeling good?  There is a bit of Rudolph in all of us.

Which brings us to today, where Jesus and even Santa have passed from the Christmas holiday.  In 1997 a rebel artist drew a picture of Santa on the cross, proclaiming his importance over Jesus, it was critically banned, but how true is it?  Is Santa more important in your heart than Jesus?  Stop and think about your actions and attitudes....

But maybe a clue or hint about December 25th being celebrated as Christmas, the birth of Jesus Christ can be found in Jewish tradition.  We know Joseph and Mary were heading to Jerusalem for a census, history tells us around Yom Kippur, in September, when he was born in Bethlehem.  History bears the facts out.  But the Jews believe life begins at conception, go back about nine months from then, and you are in September, the time of their trip.  Maybe, just maybe....but the most important thing is not when, but that he was born.  That he died on the cross bearing our sins, and was resurrected.  The first to be resurrected, and we shall be too if we believe.  The true message of Christmas, love, forgiveness, and hope.  A gift from God that keeps on giving...the scripture tells us wise men sought him,and today wise men still seek him.  Concentrate on the giver, not the gift.  Jesus, not the getting, but of his giving.  Don’t look at the elements, they confuse, look to their creator, and see Christmas in a whole new light, the light of the world.  Make the 1680th Christmas one to remember by keeping Christ in it.  Singing songs, giving gifts, and celebrating with friends and family.  Show love to the unlovely, for in doing so you are doing it unto Christ.  What better way to say Merry Christmas than to show his love as he did for you.  For Christmas, like the gospel it is based on is simple, and free...so enjoy it in Jesus.  And although it’s been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you!

love with compassion,

Mike

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if clothes make the man, what do they make the motorcyclist?

Meeting with Doug for lunch last week I was glad to see him riding up.  But although we are almost the same age, even in dog years we are close, in motorcycle years we are far apart.  And just by what he was wearing you could tell, maybe not to the non-rider, who expects all leather, but by his ATGATT, all the gear, all the time outfit.  And in today’s fashion conscious motorcycle fashion world, he may have looked more like a motorcyclist than I did.  Both our outfits made a statement, but with over 45 years of street riding, I have seen many fashion changes, and the world of motorcycle fashion evolving, rather more like a revolution, than an evolution.  When I first started riding, it was a helmet by law, maybe the best $15-20 you could invest, many of us wore Army surplus fighter jackets, gloves were the leather gardening type, and construction boots.  Only real bikers, known as outlaws, wore leather, as it was over $30 for a jacket. We learned to dress in layers, heavy wool sweaters, and ski shops provided the outlet for winter gloves.  Some strange BMW types would wear a baclava when cold, a ski mask made of silk that covered the face and neck, but mainly it was dressing in layers. Multiple layers when the cold called for it.  For Christmas one year my girlfriend bought me a pair of snow mobile gloves with gauntlets, one size too big so you could wear gloves underneath.  And at one point I even wore leather jackets, and even leather pants for the cold, and when in Colorado owned a Wheels of Man riding suit, with bib overalls.  Good for below 32 degrees, at least the ad said so.  But today I still go back to what I first learned, dressing in layers, and some people, newer riders don’t get it.  How can you ride so unprotected?  How can they ride so protected is maybe a better question?  If you don’t know how to ride, clothing won’t save you.

Just as you can tell a Harley rider by his leather, you can tell a BMW rider by his adventure riding suit.  Doug showed up looking like he shopped via the ads, Shoei helmet, good choice, but with Bluetooth and communicators, riding boots, and full on adventure jacket, which with all the crash plastic weighed as much as a leather.  And was interested in buying some riding pants to match, I have new pair, a gift from Triumph he might fit into, but without the BMW label they aren’t acceptable.  All I had on were my Wranglers and a fabric jacket without all the goodies, he looked more like a contemporary biker than I did.  If riding like beauty  is only skin deep, he looked like one pretty, long term rider, all my miles were hidden under my sweat shirt and Triumph t shirt.  He probably had over $1500 invested between the helmet, gloves and jacket, even with my new Arai, bought online at a discount, I had less than $500 invested, leaving money to ride.  Did my Adidas running shoes give me away?  Maybe I’m not a real motorcyclist, do the million miles of riding mean anything if the package they come in isn’t trendy enough?  If clothes make the man, what do they make a motorcyclist?  I even own five leather jackets I don’t wear anymore, am I a closet biker?  In a world of $400 Alpinestar gloves, $1200 helmets, and $1500 BMW riding suits, am I just a pauper in the motorcycle world, or does my present give away my beginning?  I have worn out more helmets and jackets than most ever own, I wear shorty deerskin gloves, and an Arai from a few years ago was worn out in 150,000 mile, in 3 1/2 years.  I guess I can be trendy, or I can ride, what first attracted you to motorcycles, the ride or the clothes?  What attracts you now.....

I enjoy meeting all kinds of riders, and all kinds of people.  You can tell a lot about their background, and values by their skill set, the way they live.  Works with Christians too, I can tell about how they were discipled, or what church they grew up in by their attitudes and faith.  It is the basis of our walk, the first teachings, the first fellowship, and the first doctrines that help mold us into the new creatures we are in Christ.  I was raised by reading the Bible, and 2 Corinthians was a firm foundation.  Corinthians, letters written to a church that had it all, and almost let it slip away, because it would not let go of its past, and starting allowing sin within its ranks.  It was where I found out I was a cracked pot, but Jesus loved me anyway, that just because I was saved didn’t mean no trial or temptations, and that forgiveness is a forever thing.  I was taught the application, not just getting an education.  And in times of trials, we fall back on our first teachings, our initial experience.  Both in riding and in our Christian experience.  Because I had dedicated spirit driven teaching, I could identify false teachings, false beliefs, and false religion.  I still might make a mistake or a dozen, but I go back to what I know, and who I know to be true, Jesus Christ.  Which bothers me when I meet a new Christian, who is all excited about Jesus, but only wants to brag on his pastor.  His church, his external surroundings, but when Jesus is brought up, especially in public, they shy away. Maybe they really are sharing their experience, is that all there is to being a Christian?  And soon their depth is revealed, and their ability to learn the truth is clouded.  In life and in Christ.  In both I want truth, and I need truth.  To live in Christ....

I met a man who claimed to have open heart surgery, really only a vein in his leg, yet he was proud of his open heart surgery.  I have the scar, he doesn’t, nor has he learned, as I watched him eating fatty meat after having arterial blockage.  And when we found out we went to the same church, he bragged on the pastor, his pastor.  I rather brag on Jesus, and he lost interest.  His experience in Christ was the church, mine goes deeper, I hope yours does to.

I used to believe a worn out Bible was a sign of a life that wasn’t, but now I find the testimonies, the stories of Jesus told in your life tell more about you and me.  Just like worn out riding clothes may not mean high miles, it is the rides that make the difference, and the experience, not the education of Jesus, it is knowing the man, more than knowing about him.  That when tested, we reveal the depth of our walk.   Or lack of it, maybe mired in religion, saved but not enjoying the riches of it.

I met another man this weekend who was excited about riding the western states, and asked if I ride much.  He should have asked Pastor Z, who claims I ride more than anyone he knows, but when I started mentioning Maine, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and the Midwest, he wanted to know more.  He wanted to ride these places too, and my testimony got him going.  Does your testimony interest others?  Do you share one, or think no one would care to hear?  Does it stop when leaving the church parking lot, or is that where it begins?  I want all I can get from my rides, and all I can get of Jesus.  I want more than knowledge, I want to see the miracles, the saved lives changed, and grow in Christ.  I want my testimony to consist of actions, adding words when needed.  I want to go places in Jesus that I don’t know about, or if I did may not go, but want to be led by his spirit, not a guilt from a peer group.  I want to be the individual that Christ promised me I would be, and I pray that for you too.  So when having lunch with Doug, and another biker came over to talk, I had no problem asking him if he wanted to pray with us when our food arrived.  And he did pray with us, we talked, and we made new friends.  Being yourself is probably the hardest thing you will do today, only in Christ will you be all you can be.  He said it first before it became an army tagline. 

Christians like bikers come in all shapes and sizes.  All walks of life, with a common denominator, without a motorcycle you will never be a motorcyclist, and without Jesus you will never be a Christian.  Posers, hanger oners, wanna bes.  We know who you are, do you?  If clothes make the man, what do they say about your riding?  If church makes you a Christian, what does it say about Jesus?  Share your testimony today by living what and who you are.  The blood of the lamb, and the word of our testimony changes lives, and saves.  Jesus did his part, are you doing yours?  ATGATT or ATJATT?  Adam and Eve wore the first leathers.....and were the first to dress in layers.  Go back to when Jesus first became real. Cracked pots and cracked helmets invited.  Who can do all things in Christ Jesus.  And unlike helmet laws, Jesus lets us decide.  Old bikers and old Christians, we have a lot to share....care to listen?

love with compassion,

Mike

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