signs, signs everywhere a sign-can't you read the signs?

Twenty years ago I won a trip to Cancun for my sales achievements. Among the winners there was a guy named Bill, from Cincinnati, who referred to himself as Top Gun. Think of the caricature of the open shirt, gold chains, and all about me attitude and you have Bill. Even his wife Julie had this disease, as in March she showed up fully tanned, and had trouble convincing anyone she got it from just laying out. On her patio, in Ohio, in February. The same couple whose flight was delayed because of the winter storm. I think you get the picture.

After seven days of enduring them, the last night was a banquet and they and their friends stayed up late partying. Just be at the lobby at ten so you don't miss the bus to the airport. So being the concerned admirer of the Top Guns, I left a wakeup call for 5am. When they showed up in the lobby early, Mrs. TG was cheesed off, she thought her husband had left the wake up call. And the more he denied it, the madder she got. Both fully enjoying the effects that you can only get from too much cheap tequila, and only two hours sleep. Maximum results with minimum effort-and when we all laughed at them when they were told I did it, and refused to believe it-she only got madder-at him! Cheap tequila-$2. Motel room $100. Wake up call-priceless!

We live in a society today that is alarm crazy. We need them to wake up, why does the first sound you hear that morning have to be so annoying-even more so when you forget to turn it off on weekends? And when the car alarm goes off on the tricolored Hyundai, with bondo, at three in the morning-why does no one respond? We only hope it is stolen so the alarm goes away. And how many have removed the batteries from their smoke detectors when they went off and no fire was found-not knowing it was because they were low and needed to be replaced! Yes, alarms serve their purpose, it's just sometimes the receiving end doesn't get the message. Except when your cell phone battery goes dead-gee, I wonder what that flashing light meant? Like DUH!

Alarms are meant to warn, or advise of a coming danger-both if heeded and also if ignored. The world today is almost crazy with end of the world stimulation. From the 2012 coming event-why would you trust the Mayans, they are dead and were cannibals, and didn't make it to 2012, to Nostradamus to Da Vinci codes to Felix the Cat looking forward to a day without dogs, the world is anticipating an end to the world as we know it. And they should, except they are following false signs, and ignoring Biblical prophecy. And get the all the pain and suffering God wants to rescue you from. God's standard for prophets was either you are right, or you are dead, maybe the Mayans fit that criteria. In other words, you were 100% right or you kept your mouth shut, and didn't go on a book tour. Death by stoning was the popular method at the time. But yet we have Tarot cards, fortune tellers, astrologists, and other charlatans who are leading people to the end-but away from God. Let's take a look at what Jesus says, for instance. Alarms, or warnings of what is to come. Wake up calls for the soul.

First, there will be tribulation. Spend five minutes with the news, it ain't good. Rape, murder, crime, corruption, and all forms of sin are increasing. There will be pestilence, or disease. AIDS is so out of control, if the newest scare for Swine Flu wasn't so deadly, it would still be grabbing headlines. We now have earthquake, fire, and hurricane seasons, such is the frequency of these events, just as the Bible warned. Children would rebel, and men become lovers of themselves-take a look around if you are brave enough, read the ads-after 45 years of the Rolling Stones warning us, we still can't get no satisfaction. Wars breaking out everywhere, the nation of Israel having the whole world turn against it, except for us, and that seems to be the next political error our government makes, these things are all telling us that Jesus calling us home is near. The event we are waiting for, yet so many whine and complain-believers that is, about having to go through those times. Maybe they should jump to the end-we win, and the prize is in heaven-joy unspeakable! But yet we must endure to the end. Life is not a sprint, maybe that is why so many burn out, they live life fast with no regard to tomorrow, but it is an endurance race. You get through the tough times, enjoy the good ones, but know that at the end it will all be worth it as it ends in victory. Not so for the lost, they get hell. Not just first loser, but forever lost. And it doesn't have to be that way. The signs are there, the warnings are audible as well as visual. Jesus warns he who has an ear let him hear. Are we? Do we?

Or are we like the mothers running to the nursery at a get together, each one knowing their child's own cry, yet upon getting there find it was the cat screaming when one of the kids grabbed its tail? Do we really know the voice of God? It hasn't changed, and won't. It doesn't take a walk in the garden like Adam had, but someday we will. It doesn't take being alone in a cave like Elijah, but it can. If you are like me, it is in the tough times when we seek God more, maybe that is why He allows them, so we call on Him. So next time you wonder why you are enduring trials, remember it is an endurance race, and it is because God loves you that you are participating. And soon, you will cross the finish line.

The signs are there, where is your heart? If you don't heed the alarms, prepare to be alarmed at the outcome. As for me, I'll be sleeping in-in heaven that is. A rest that only God can provide, with no more alarms going off at three in the morning. No sin there either. The spirit is calling-how will you answer? This may be the last alarm going off before the rapture. Don't be a Mayan, you can have all that God promises and heaven too, today.

My only prophecy is that it will happen just as God says. My first and last prophecy, with no fear of death. That trumpet you hear is welcoming you home, don't be alarmed. And don't be like an old girlfriend who drove 40 miles with the low oil light on, and then got mad when the engine seized, "nobody told me what that light was for," she claimed.

We are at the two minute warning, and are out of time outs. It is time to trust God before the clock expires. If only you had listened to that alarm going off in your soul...

love with compassion,

Mikematthew25biker.blogspot.com

there's this place I know

I ran into an old accquaintance the other day who had just moved back from Arkansas. "Northwest Arkansas," he reminded me, as the locals say, there is a difference specific to that area. Seems living in the Ozarks in Arkansas is preferable to living any place else in Arkansas. In door plumbing does have its rewards. And I see their point, as I love riding there, the second best criteria for living there after the weather. And I thought of the look on people's faces when I tell them where I like to ride. Some places to consider.

New York-the state not the city. And if you have ever ridden up by the Finger lakes, or Lake Placid you know what I mean, great roads and scenery. Just the opposite of the city, but you can't tell by their license plates, you have to ask.

Ohio-not the urban blight of the north, where Cleveland can boast of its river catching fire, but the southern part of the state, the Ohio River valley and up Highway 7 into Wheeling, West Virginia. Great roads, neat small towns, and many places not yet spoiled by 4 laners. And Bob Evans Farm is a great place for breakfast.

Indiana-same as Ohio, except has the Hoosier National Forest. I pulled over-yes, that's right, a Indiana State Trooper one time when bored of the freeway, he gave me a map and sent me on some great roads. Twenty five years later the map is still taking me to great roads in the Hoosier State. Highly recommend Madison, grab some ice cream and sit on some chairs by the river. Middle America at its best.

Colorado-Denver right? No-for those of us who lived on the Western Slope, the Front Range is just not in the same league. And Denver is not Colorado, just a mile high city that happens to live there. Spent a three day weekend once, and never left the Western Slope, yet rode over 1200 miles. Only a tornado cut that trip short. Where else can you ride over seven passes within 400 miles at over 10,000 feet?

California-ever notice no one says there are from California-it's either the Bay Area or Southern Cal, very rarely just LA. And northern California can start anywhere from the northern end of the Grapevine to just north of San Francisco-which only the ignorant call Frisco. Great roads, great mountains, and lots of them. And most can be ridden year round. Try that in Vermont this Thanksgiving!

Oklahoma-yeah, Oklahoma. For me the rolling hills as you leave Texas are just the start of losing altitude, but picking up attitude. And taking farm roads will keep you smiling all day. Plus once you are east of OK City lunch can be at Steak and Shake. Ride the Oachitas and you can venture into Arkansas. Only downer is US 69 into Kansas, past a lead mine. The tailings look like sand dunes, but don't be deceived. This is no day at the beach. Yet there is, or was a town there until a tornado took it out last year. Please explain why anyone would raise their kids there? It sure ain't for the weather.

Seems each area has its reputation. The disciples also had this problem when they first heard of Jesus. Nazareth, they asked. No one of any fame has ever come from there. Why would we even consider him. "Wasn't the savior supposed to be born in Bethlehem. Oh, he was-well my argument stands, no one ever coming from Nazareth ever amounted to any good." A town with a bad rap, but with the most famous man ever as its premier resident. A must see place, based on that alone. A good example of poor judgment, just because I haven't been there it must not be worth going. Imagine Jesus saying that in the garden. Or at the cross. "Golgotha-that's a weird name. Google it and see. Hmmm, let's go south, better roads, and hey I know this restaurant..." And such is our attitude toward the things of God.

Seems those that deny Him know more than we do. Or think they do. They tend to be prople of great faith-I mean how can you not believe when you see all the evidence of Him? How can you deny His handiwork looking at the mountains, or a sunset? Yet to those who don't believe, it is all chance. Yes, it definitely takes great faith not to believe.

But it also takes great faith to take what Jesus has done for you out of your church, to Judea, Samaria, and the outer reaches-just like He commands. You see we are only limited by our lack of faith by the places God will take us-and the blessings He will pour out.

Today God may mention something to you that you never considered before. Ask Miles, how many years ago was it that God told him he would be our pastor? Now do you get it? Or why is Shanksville so special to me? Or why you are reading this, when only 20 months ago I had a real job, and nowhere near the chances to minister? God loves to show off His creation-you. And He loves to take you places, with Him. The choice is up to you. Just a little step of faith, one step or mile at a time.

My best criteria for a ride are the roads, weather, and the food-but most importantly where God leads me. Is He leading you? Maybe your friends are saying the same about you as they did of Jesus. Can anything good come out of Escondido? Take the road of your choice this weekend, and go places you never have gone before. Step out in faith and see the beauty of what God has created. And who knows, when you get home there may be a note on the door-sorry we missed you... And after all, isn't it nice to be missed? See you on the road. Postcards optional. Memories, precious.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25blogspot.com

oh baby I love your way-everyday

I made a sales call once on a man who I knew at his business. While waiting for him in the lobby, the receptionist and I got to sharing Christ. When I mentioned the man I was meeting was a believer, she said she had trouble believing that-his words, actions, and attitudes led her to believe different. Once again I had walked in after a man claimed to be a Christian-just not like the ones in the Bible. And I hoped they didn't think I was like that. I have enough trouble defending myself sometimes without taking on a subscription service. His life was not as advertised-or maybe it was.
Recently I have had three events happen to me, not as advertised. One was a ride, nationwide, but also coming in from Paso Robles. Stu and I met the people, and were going to ride, but when he had work, I went anyway, alone. No big deal, except when I arrived in Paso, the national hotel chain that was a sponsor knew nothing of it, and no one showed up. So I came home, the Bonneville showing 711 more miles than when I had left that morning. The next one was a patriotic ride, that only a few showed up for. After two stops to cover the 34 miles-one was because the guy leading it missed the exit, his excuse was he thought he was on his daily commute, which might have been ok except that the group reminded him he passed six other bikes-them-to miss the exit. Arriving at the ceremony, they all parked and went to eat, showing up after the event was over. Again, not as advertised. And the last one was a free meal-the flyer said so-and a silent auction for a slain officer, good idea. But when we arrived, it turns out it was a mandatory donation, a good cause, but I didn't travel 150 miles to be misled. Again, not as advertised. But I hope it did well, as I had hoped all these events did.
After spending time with Jesus, Thomas asked Him where are we going and how will we know the way? Jesus answered "I am the way, the truth, and the life." And because he had spent time with Jesus, he knew he could trust His answer. Rather than explain to Thomas the theological aspects, He very simply said, "follow me-I'll go with you, then you will know the way." Just like when you are lost, and can't follow the directions-and the person says "c'mon, follow me." It's much easier when you have someone show you. And Jesus is that way. He shows the way to the Father, who is the only way to heaven. And because Thomas had heard His words before, knew they were truth. And he had seen Him bring life to those who were sinners, so he had no reason to doubt Him-and didn't!
How would you have answered? Many are asking, but maybe because of the life you show-your witness, don't ask you because based on actions you wouldn't know. If I am hurting, why would I go to someone who would inflict more pain? I want answers, I need compassion and healing-not an education. When called upon by God in a situation, do you tell all you know, or rely upon who you know? Or put another way-are you in the word? But better yet, is the word in you? Are you such a student of scripture that you are legalistic, spewing forth all your Biblical training and knowledge, when you need to trust God in that situation-just showing love, remember you should have learned how the spirit gives you words when you need them. Where is your compassion? Or are you just a bag of wind, proving what they think of us already-just some pompous, arrogant Christian waiting to send them to hell. Who is your agenda? You may find it is the same as the gospel you preach-the one you live. We are always in our witness mode, as someone is always watching. Is your relationship based on study or of a relationship with God? When you are asked do the words flow from your heart, or your mind? Are you fed by the spirit or your ego?
Just like the man who thought he was a Christian, his worldly actions and attitudes branded him different. He represented himself, not Jesus. Do we as Christians love Him enough to represent Him, as He really is? Or do we just like to give our opinions, and watch it be all about us? And when they reject our arrogant attitude, tell ourselves, "well they are going to hell anyway." Thanks a lot, brother.
Do you know where you are going? Are you sure? Your life reflects that which you believe. Are you in the Way, or in someone's way, interfering with their walk with God? Do you speak the truth, or a truth-based on how it will effect you? Do you have eternal life-and act like a resident of heaven, rather than of earth? Do you really believe that the amazing grace that God saved you with can save others? Are you as advertised?
Today you will be tested, to see where your heart really is. Is your relationship with Christ just the words on your t-shirt, a Sunday morning exercise, or a life changing relationship? The choice is yours. But just do me one favor, don't waste your time telling me what a great Christian you are-SHOW ME!
And if no one has ever accused you of being a Christian, why don't I have any neat stories like my Christian friends, change your life with Jesus. Invite the Holy Spirit in, and walk with Him-and in Him.
Where are you going? The Spirit says come-are you going alone or can you bring some friends along? The choice is up to you. Just like the rides I did, they were my choice. And how I handled the outcome tells a lot about who Jesus is in my life. Help me to show more of Him and less of me. Help me to be that witness who can be accused of knowing Jesus by my walk. And I hope I can encourage you too. The law brings death-but the spirit brings life! Breathe some life into someone today-in the Spirit!
One last thought-all these events I was involved in were secular. Are you out where the sick and hurting are? The bait you use will tell a lot about what you catch, but where you fish is just as important. The sick need doctors, and the unsaved need Jesus! The workers are few, but the harvest is plentiful. Join us. There's room. And blessings that only by serving a living God you can enjoy. Go out and write some testimonies today.
They will only care how much you know, when they know how much you care. And the answer is always Jesus!
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com

of late I think of Shanksville

The fog was thick that September morning as we rode out of Shanksville, the type of fog you have trouble getting off your face shield, similiar to the fog that gives the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee their name. About 200 of us had ridden out to the impact site that morning, after turning off our motors, the only sound heard was from boots walking on the shale parking lot, that temporarily served as parking for the makeshift memorial. A beautiful memorial, simple in that it has personal momentos from Americans who remember the events of 9-11-2001. As tears formed in our eyes, we stood before a cross, waiting for the ceremony to begin-not realizing that we were on holy ground. Spontaneously a man stepped out from the crowd and began to sing the National Anthem, and soon we were all singing, with hands over our chests, in respect and honor of those 40 heroes on flight 93. Words cannot describe the emotions-somewhere betweeen awe/love/curiousity/respect/honor. With a deep sense of gratitude for what they had done.
40 people united on that flight that morning and won the first victory over the Al Queda and those cowardly terrorists. In a day when we were able to watch planes flown into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, there is no film of what these heroes did that day, only some sound bites and memories of last phone calls to loved ones. I have met and talked to women in Shanksville who saw the plane before it went into the mountain that day. I have seen the picture, believed to be the last one of flight 93 as it cruised over a farm, and talked to a man who was out of town that day, only to come home and pick up eight bags of plane parts from his yard two miles away. I also talked with a man who claims to have seen the plane flying low, upside down seconds before the crash. The locals call it Thunder on the Mountain because it sounded like the thunder they get on the ridge. Only that day it was from a plane hijacked by terrorists, then taken back by 40 heroes, American patriots, who when they took off that morning had no idea of their place in history.
And much like the Holy Spirit draws you to God, I am drawn to Shanksville, to this site of the crash, but also to the vision of one man-the Flight 93 Memorial Chapel. Father Al was helping with the infrastructure of the crash, when God gave him a vision of the chapel, and that is why it is there today. A story too long to tell except in serial form, this memorial to them draws hundreds of thousands annually to remember why flight 93 has the heroes it does. No visit is complete without visiting both the impact site and the chapel. One a somber ground, where death was the final victory, the other a place to reconcile with God in a peaceful atmosphere, among other patriots. Small momentos are at the chapel also, and one wood burned sign tells better than any words I have seen the love for these heroes. It reads:
THE BRAVE AMERICANS WHO BOARDED FLIGHT 93 DID NOT KNOW THEY WOULD BE CALLED UPON TO BECOME WARRIORS FOR GOOD, IN THE EVER PRESENT BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL. EVEN SO, THEY EXERCISED THEIR GOD GIVEN RIGHT TO FREEDOM BY TAKING A VOTE, AND THEN TOOK OSAMA'S KILLERS TO THE GROUND. SINCE I DO NOT KNOW OF ANY WHO EARNED THE EAGLE, GLOBE, AND ANCHOR, I AM LEAVING THEM ONE OF MINE. SEMPER FI.
KEN GUERCIO
5-30-05

I would advise seeing the memorial soon, as the federal government has plans for a $22million dollar memorial. The present one costs nothing, it is donations and momentos of a personal level from the heart of those who love our country, and honor those who were killed that day. And make sure to stop at the chapel. Tell my friend Father Al I sent you. And listen to the stories, and remember the morning that changed America forever. And then tell others, so we will never forget the blessings that God has given us as Americans-and that evil wants to take away from us. Keep history alive by praying for the families fo these heroes-they too miss their loved ones, every day, not just on birthdays and holidays. You see they were just normal folks like you and me, but when called upon by the holy spirit, responded in love-love for fellow Americans and for God. Scripture came alive on flight 93 that day-may the same God who inspired them, encourage you in your walk. They flew into the shadow of the valley of death, and gave their most precious possession-their lives, so that we can live free. Join me in prayer as I remember them-and their families. As long as the story is told, the memory will forever continue. Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for others. May we all be so humble and obedient when called.
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com
flt93memorialchapel.org

we say we do, but do we mean it?

Perhaps you are familiar with the saying "it's the economy stupid." You may have even said it, or you may even be stupid, but from politicians to believers, it has been said or heard by us all. And from a worldly perspective, it's correct-the economy, or more precisely money brings power and influence, and with it generally more problems than it solves. Ecclesiastes even tells us the rich man never has enough and doesn't sleep well worrying about it. Some even think it makes the world go around, unlike the song which tells us it is love-and who is love?
I have come to the conclusion that politics runs just the opposite of God. Politics is man using his ways to solve problems, Christians use God's ways to solve problems. You can't do both. In other words, you can solve man's problems using God's ways, but cannot solve spiritual problems using man's ways. No matter how much money you throw at a problem, sometimes it will not go away. And I see too many grounded Christians leaning on legalism rather than the spirit. A good clue they are is they are researching or studying the problem. Sometimes for months, when all God asks is for you to trust Him, He has the answer. Which tells a lot about their relationship with God, it is a set of rules and regulations. Fun, huh? But read the book of Acts. Men did great things, and were rescued from death, stoning, shipwrecks, and other things when in the spirit. Legalism looks for a tangible reason, or excuse-sometimes an escape clause, walking in the spirit requires trust. Faith. And an intimate relationship with the God who wrote the book you are using for research. And it is impossible to please God without faith, takes just a little. Where Moses gave reasons for divorce, and would give a written decree, God tells us nothing is impossible with Him, and shows how earthly marriages should reflect our heavenly marriage.
When at dinner the other night, a friend told me he worries about me because I have been unemployed for 18 months, and can't understand why I don't. By the way, he didn't offer to buy me dinner, he couldn't worry too much. It is called trust. And tells you a lot about my relationship with God-also about his, sadly. Not that mine is better, but trusting God is always the best way. I want all the blessings God has for me. And He loves to bless, so let Him. And it is based on a relationship, not knowledge or anything we have done. God is the same God when I was making six figures as He is when I am making no figures. He doesn't change, nor do my blessings. And Psalms shows its writer saying "help me to not steal and bring shame on you in my poverty, but don't make me too rich that I forget where my blessings come from." And "he has never seen the righteous begging." Makes me wonder about those will work for food signs-God Bless! Do we trust God, or just say we do?
God's economy is different. With so many men unemployed, so many families now have a different approach to life, and God. Unlike Job, when the going gets tough,they accuse God and blame Him. Good thing God is love, try that with your banker. Or VISA! While we work for a paycheck, to solve a problem, then spend it and start the process again, God works on direct deposit. Three examples recently. We have plumbing problems, would have cost about $1000. A friend of Andrew's has us buy the $66 parts, he does the rest after hours-for free. By the way, he is not saved, just glad to help a friend. We had ants, then they returned. Both times another friend had his brother come over and spray the house professionally for free. Andrew had to have wisdom teeth pulled, he had an abscess. The dentist when I told him of my being out of work-technically I am out of a paycheck-if you think I am out of work, try to keep my pace-discounted the service so we would not pay extra for the lab work-which returned negative. In each case God met the need-His resources are always available. Money didn't have to always change hands, because it doesn't always solve the problem.
I also have friends who are retired early-to minister more they say-but when talking to them they do little ministry, but a lot of other things-life has taken them over, not the spirit. I also have good friends who do minister more-because they trust God. Both are Christians, but the scripture that says seek me with all your heart, and be blessed, also reminds us to seek Him first, then all things will be added. Seek a little-get a little, trust a little, get a little. Trust a lot-and the blessings flow. What fruit do you bear?
Contrary to the New York Times, God is not dead-or broke. They are. God is not a debtor, but our nation is. When removed from the classroom, look at the results of the schools. Can you name anything the government can do better than God? Or even private enterprise? This is not a political matter, but a spiritual one. So why do you go to man when you should be going to God?
Where do you stand? Your walk will show. Don't like your job-quit-or quit complaining. Funny how when asked if they miss their job, it is really the paycheck, not the job they miss. Underpaid? Maybe you are just overburdened. But you don't understand! You're right-I don't need or want to-while you do research, I trust God! He offers a peace that surpasses understanding. And you're right-it isn't fair! Because it is not supposed to be-so get over it! Sin stinks. Great trials only increase your need for God, so seek Him and be blessed. Or do you think the government knows what you need more? Who you seek, who you trust tells a lot about who you worship, and what you worship controls you.
Me-I want to be under God's control-self control being fruit of the spirit-look it up, while you are researching. As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. He is my complaint department, maintenance crew, and trusted advisor. And my banker-direct deposit, and counselor. Open 24/7, check Him out. Try trusting Him today, ask the spirit to guide you. And enjoy the rest while all others around you panic. And yes, they will think you are crazy-we are, just crazy enough to trust a God we cannot see, touch, or feel. But can have fellowship through via His spirit. Just crazy enough to enjoy His blessings, and provide a witness to others of Him. He is the agenda I wish to have.
Next time you wonder why no one wants to go to church with you, stop and think. Would I like to be like you, whining, complaining, constantly seeking answers and finding none-or would I like to be like someone who has joy in the face of adversity-an overcomer in Christ? The difference is trust. Then listen. Don't be like the pitcher after the manager visited him on the mound, wondering "did he say throw a screwball or I was a screwball?" Make Him your ATM today-Always seeking Him-Trusting Him-and watching the Miracles abound. Know His voice. No codes, just Jesus. Deposit your life in Him today, and start receiving dividends. Big return, small investment. No minimum deposit required.
Maybe it is the economy-God's economy, so don't be stupid. These things shall follow them that believe. What things are following you? Who do you believe? Who do you trust? If you have to research that, you aren't trusting Him like you say. Or sadly maybe you are...
love with trust and compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com

places we worship-bike shops and church

Stu and I took a trip back 30 years today when we stopped in the motorcycle salvage shop looking for a spring for Theresa's side stand. Used parts-we used to call them junk yards, are the only ones sold there, and it was fun checking out bikes we used to know or better yet wanted-but couldn't afford from the late '70's and the early '80's. Back when Honda really owned the market, and proved it when Yamaha came out and said they were going to bury Honda in sales, so many bikes went unsold as they were over imported. Honda dropped their prices so low that not only did they remain number one, but almost put Yamaha out of business. All this without mega stores, not being open seven days a week, and without easy money. Shops were small, what was on the floor was it, and prices were generally not negotiable. Maybe get a cheap helmet thrown in, or an oil change, that was it. Dealers were small businessmen and did everything they could to stay that way.

They were also owned by guys that rode, so they were closed on Sunday and Monday-so they could go riding! What a thought-guys who ride owning a cycle shop! Often times a family owned affair, it was not unusual for the wife to be a parts manager, and I knew some real good ones over the years-parts managers that is. And easy money was the name of a Rodney Dangerfield movie-getting a loan was hard enough-high risk group that we were, and interest rates at 24% kept all but the serious rider junkie away. If you happened to have a friend at the bank who rode 18% was a deal, and gave you bragging rights for getting a good deal, on a street bike only. Dirt bikers-you paid cash!

The service department was a place you hung out on Saturday mornings, and often were handed a tool and told "don't waste my time, fix it yourself." In the shop you frequented, aka hung out in, you might even have a charge account, at least your own coffee mug. You knew the mechanics-they weren't techs yet, and they knew you. They didn't get rich off you, but made a decent income fixing things you broke while doing it yourself. It was a simple system, and it worked. The parts guys would give you the part number sometimes, knowing you would go to the salvage shop, or buy from one of the mail order houses. Online-wait another 15 years. We dealt with people-face to face. And the sales guys, aka the owner, was always telling you the price, the one you couldn't afford, that when you got that raise, or your wife said ok you would buy-from him. And after many years of asking, when you finally were ready, would cut you the deal. Always mentioning how he wasn't making any money on this deal, but then you weren't either. Never telling your friends what you really paid, as no matter how much they could have always gotten it for you for less. But there was a theme here, you had a relationship with a dealer. You may have started as that guy on the beater Honda, but as you worked your way up the through the pack, you built relationships, and made friends. And when you needed that oil change done late on Friday so you could leave Saturday, they would stay open and do it. Missing a part-the special order department would borrow one off a new bike-just to get you on the road. You had a relationship with that dealer, and even if you paid more than through the mail-it was worth it as they were there when you needed them.

How many of you can say that today? Do you wait three weeks for service? Do you pay extra for that special order part? Non refundable SOP? Maybe you need to work on that relationship. Rather than brag about the great deal you got on your Arai from Helmet House, after trying them on at his shop, try asking for a discount, or a deal. Build that relationship-or better yet invest in it. For over 15 years I have dealt with Mickey-in or out of Orange County Triumph, and when I need them, they are there. I expect fair treatment, sometimes I pay more, but mostly they are below anyone else. They want my business, and I need them there for me. Very simply put we have a relationship, based on trust, and the definition that a good deal is where both parties benefit. A fair deal, do you get one at your shop?

Do you support your church? Your pastor? Do you have a home church where they know you, and love you? And when you aren't there, call to say they miss you! If not, you are missing something. Don't buy into the excuse that you don't need to go to church. WRONG! When you are down, they will be there! Hurting, they will support. And teach the word, and encourage your marriage, and your ministry. And the really cool ones will encourage you to ride, and take the gospel to bikers.

But they aren't my denomination. Guess what, they won't be in heaven either. They sing songs other than the hymns. Good, it is called praise and worship because it is. They don't teach on themes, but from the Bible, verse by verse. Do you know a better way to learn about God?

Get over it! And get out! Support your church, go to a men's fellowship. They may be more like you than you think. Just like the gang at the bike shop, they love to fellowship-except this time it is Jesus. Testimonies? Can you think of a better bench race? Support your pastor-whether he rides or not. He loves Jesus-what a great guy to be friends with. Single-God just may have the one there for you. A brand you never knew existed. Group rides-we Christians ride too, and rather well. You may be surprised as you get left behind the pack after the first turn, but we'll wait for you to work your way back into the group. Just like at the shop.

Give God another chance. Try Him out, and His church. Build that relationship-we are here when needed. And unlike the old shops-church is open on Sundays.

As for me-I like Saturday night services. Old school, I still like riding on Sundays. And I still like getting the good guy deal. Take my advice-accept the deal Jesus offers-no one will beat it. And you don't have to wait for it to show up in the mail. See you in church, we're the ones in denim and leather-our official church clothes!

Jesus Christ-big enough to be God-small enough to know you personally. Just like my dealer. And like yours too, I hope. Support your church today-so that they are there tomorrow!

love with compassion,

Mike

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all gave some, some gave all

It seems like only yesterday that the state of mind called summer began with my trip to New Jersey on Memorial Day. The unofficial start of summer when kids count the school days left and moms start to count the days until Labor Day, when they go back. For the past few years I too have counted the days until Labor Day, as it meant that we would be leaving on Torches Across America, a ride to honor those killed on 9-11 and honor those first responders. Like I once told Gary Covert, its founder "I wish there were only two days in the year, Christmas and Torches." And as I sit here this Tuesday after Labor Day, I reflect on where I want to be. Where I wish I was.
We would just be leaving Amarillo, stopping at Groom, Texas to visit the world's largest cross, and checking out the 13 steps Jesus took to the cross. Few words, but the life likeness of the statues tells a story that words can't. Hands on, just like Jesus. We would then be off to an escort in Oklahoma City by the police to the site of the bombing. Touring the memorial, then the museum, then the spot where the preschoolers were playing that day angers me that a domestic enemy-one of us-could do this to his own fellow citizens. Then to Tulsa, with another escort, eating at the American Legion Post there.
Finally after a number of days, on to Ground Zero, where Angelo and his ride group from Ohio would meet us, along with Tattoo Bob and his group from Detroit-3200 of us riding through the Holland Tunnel past Ground Zero. And I think of Rex Howke and his Rattle the Runway ride to the Pentagon. We must visit again over chili dogs someday. But for me it is about the Heroes of Flight 93 in Shanksville, a more somber place I have never been than the impact site. And a more restful, peaceful place after, the Flight 93 Memorial Chapel, and my friend Father Al. Where the heroes of that flight are etched forever in my heart-putting faces to names as I know Mary White, Beth Wainio's mom, who always seems to be there when Father Al needs her. To Co-pilot Leroy Homer's mom, Ilsa and his sisters. Who somehow brought a smile to our faces that day in 2006. And to all the stewardesses who graced us with hugs and love, sharing their tears with us, mixing them with our own as they would leave us with a wet face, and precious memories. 40 heroes, who before taking on the enemy, knowing they faced death, recited the 23rd Psalm. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want....such confidence in the face of an enemy!
September 5, 2009, I added number 41 to my list of heroes. Marine Captain Joshua Meadows, was killed in Afghanistan. A sniper's bullet went through his neck and into his brain, killing him instantly, mercifully. When my Theresa took the call from our daughter Theresa-we adopted her family when her husband Kelly was overseas, also a Marine helicopter pilot-our hearts broke for them. As they took their longest and saddest trip from Yuma to Carlsbad, they dropped off the kids and went to do what friends do at times like this, they loved. Because of Kelly's upper echelon, he was apprised of Josh's death. The same Josh and Angela who were there for Theresa, they would now be there for her. I had met Josh, and had seen him there a couple times-I remembered him when Theresa reminded me he rode a BMW-I remember people by what they ride or where they go to church.
Now Kelly was to be that strong friend that Angela needed. Earlier that day she had seen the four military men coming up the walk, through her glass door, and her heart knew why they were there. Military wives are taught that this is an ugly part of the military life, but still are never prepared if and when it happens. That afternoon Kelly used his Marine training to do the right thing militarily-there are papers, etc. to deal with. He was there as a friend, supporting Angela as Josh had supported his wife, but mostly he was there as a Christian brother, doing the only thing that he could do, as instructed by Jesus. Loving and consoling. Weeping with those that weep. No training can teach this, it takes a relationship with God to go willfully into such hopeless events, and that is what he and Theresa did. And in love, supported her as only God can do. And along with others, will continue to do for some time to come.
A part of Angela also died that day, for Josh was not only the 28 year old love of her life, but the father that would not ever see their unborn child. She is 7 and 1/2 months pregnant, and being old fashioned they didn't want to know the baby's sex, I like that. He was going to be home from this duty in time for the baby to be born, and as she sat in her condo, all torn up under construction, she was going to surprise him with a new kitchen and bath, it must seem like everything in her life is in shambles. And to those without hope it is. But she has hope in Christ.
Today I pray that the words of King David echo in her heart. When he found out his son had been killed in war, he went to God-who reassured him that his son couldn't come to him, but that David someday will go to him. In heaven. It is called resurrection, and those who believe in Jesus Christ will again live with him. Someday Angela and their child will be reunited in heaven with Josh. But for that time she must wait, but not alone. Jesus will always be with her, and their child. May all of us cling to that promise. For the man who said "greater love has no man than to lay down his life for another," did just that. So that we can.
I pray Angela clings to that, and realizes that someday, like Josh, she will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. May God have mercy on us all until that day, when He wipes away every tear. Until then we cry "even now, come Lord Jesus." Every hero does not have a homecoming, but Josh did. He is home at last in heaven, the war is over, the battles are won. Hero 41, to be remembered by me as long as there is a September 5. Another American who gave his life so that we may live free. Truly freedom isn't free, it was paid for at the cross, and the cost continues to be paid today by the American soldier. Greater love has no one than to lay down their life for another. And when they do, weep with them, just as Jesus weeps, with and for us.
weeping with compassion in love,
Mike