the Jimmy Stewart movies of my life

Special moments, times not planned, and times that could not be choreographed-times that just happen, and we are the better for them. As I sit here I think of all the special moments that God has provided for me, times that just happened, not planned or prayed for, but given in a very special way. Here are just a few.

We were at the start of the Baja 1000 in 1998. The Trophy Trucks were staged, and ready to go off in a few minutes. Don Tebbe, crew chief and co-driver for Simon and Simon, a fellow Christian, sees me and we decide to pray. Along with Andrew, we stand at the starting line, just the three of us and start to pray. Looking up after a minute or so, we find that we are surrounded by 100's of racers and fans, and ESPN is filming us. A special moment that God allowed, and all the glory goes to him. And no, the Simons didn't win the race, but they have won something more important, as both Dave and Paul are both saved.

We are at the crash site of Flight 93 in Shanksville on September, 11, 2005. Standing among a group of a few hundred bikers, we are fogged in and cold this morning. While waiting for the program to begin, a man steps out of the crowd, and starts singing the National Anthem. Spontaneously, the crowd joins in, and I can still feel the chills as we sing. A special moment, as we thank God for our country, and the heroes of flight 93. And then, as we finish the song, the fog lifts-right on cue, and as the field appears, we see the flag, 100 yards away, placed on the impact site! Tears were mandatory that morning, as seeing that the "flag was still there," brought a special meaning to the song that morning. And reminded us all of the great land God has given us, and how he continues to "shed His grace on thee!"

We had not seen my parents in New Jersey for years at Christmas. So we planned on going back, while both boys were still living at home-and surprise them. Flying into Newark in a snowstorm, the limo driver got us through to Scotch Plains using all the back roads, and avoided the highway traffic jams. Showing up on December 23rd, at about 8pm, we knocked at the door-and my dad answered in shock! "Michael!" And he couldn't call for my mother fast enough. A special gift to all of us, as later my mother told me this was the best gift she ever got. We had the 24th to shop, while she cooked, and it gave a new excitement to Christmas, as all her family-including grandkids, were home. A time we will never forget, and were blessed to be part of.

Three special times, that God has allowed us to be part of. My parents never would have expected their Christmas visitors, and that made it more special. Just like Jesus coming into the world, He was unexpected, although prophesied. No pomp and circumstance, just an intimate teenage couple, in the barn, while travelling. Little did the innkeeper know He had a king being born in his stable that night.

Somehow we have this holiday thing backwards. Like Thanksgiving-we should give thanks 364 days a year, and have only one day to be a grump-Grumptaking! And when it comes to Jesus, we should celebrate every day-for every day is worth celebrating when He is part of your life. Today you will have many opportunities to encounter Him. From various sources, and various people-don't miss one chance to thank Him. Make today count!

Just a race-no much more in the eyes of God. Just a memorial to American heroes-no much more in the eyes of God-and His spirit guided those heroes on the plane-reciting Psalm 23 and bringing 40 strangers together in unity-and helping preserve America so that more history could be written.

And yes, we were just some crazy people in a snowstorm. But we would do it all over. For in all cases, when we gave of ourselves, and honored God, we received more blessings than the blessings we were willing to give.

Call, phone, e-mail, or visit someone today. Tell them you care, and ask what you can do for them. Tell them Jesus loves them, and show it by your kind words and actions. You'll find precious memories just waiting to happen to you-if only you believe!

love with compassion,

Mike

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ladies and gentlemen-the church!

When asked why The Beatles made their first movie, "A Hard Day's Night," Paul McCartney explained that two years was tops for a hit group. And they wanted to make a movie before they faded away. Never fully realizing at the time, 1964, that the band he played with, would continue through the sixties, and into the seventies, and become timeless. A band so good that you can hear their songs on elevators, 1001 Strings, or hard rock stations. Music so simple, yet so complex that it is studied today on many levels. A band so good, that whenever asked what is your favorite group, they are rarely mentioned-they had very few peers and were so good they were in a class by themselves. There are great groups-but they were the only Beatles!

And this movie is still one of my favorites. I just love the music, but also the way you feel like you get to know each lad. John Lennon, the front man, and wise guy-when asked "how did you find America?" quipped, "go left at Greenland!" Richie Starkey, aka Ringo, plays drums so simply, he only needs a basic set to feed his ego. And who although often criticized for his abilities, when his drumming was analyzed, could not find anyone who could duplicate it. It was almost as if another set of hands was playing with him. He was that good-and innovative on a simple technical level. George, the quiet one, who went on to fame after the Beatles with his All Things Must Pass Album, and the Travelling Wilburies. But who will always be remembered as Patti's first husband, who married his best friend Eric Clapton after they divorced, and who was the inspiration for Layla. Where do you go when you feel lonely? She left George. And Sir Paul McCartney, billionaire and musician/songwriter extraorinaire, the cute Beatle, whose line in the movie "if you hurt my grand dad, I'll cripple ya!" used to make us laugh as we imitated it as kids.

Four men, who were and always will be the Beatles. But more like us than you think. They needed guidance, and without their producer George Martin, music suffered. When their manager, Brian Epstein died, they couldn't function. They succumbed to drugs, women, almost went broke before they broke up, and had to deal with life on the road, and Yoko Ono.

We sometimes talk of what would have happened if someone famous gets saved. How they would change the world. But we discount God in the equation. It isn't people who change us, it is Jesus. Lennon, in his opening line of his signature song, states "imagine there's no heaven"-too bad he now knows he was wrong, or right-for him there is no heaven. George also died, and despite his Hari Krishna, still was afraid of death until the end. And faced the same eternity as John. And even though they wrote the White Album and some 48 songs while under the spell of the Maharishi, he couldn't save them. Their music lives, but they don't.

And they remind me of people I hang with-the people I go to church with. People who are under stress to make decisions. Who are under stress to perform for others. Who face money problems, career decisions, and how to deal with relationships when people become involved. You see we are all really the same, except for the decisions we make. Some are given talent, like the Beatles, and find fame in it. The Bible tells us some are teachers, exhorters, servers, and writers. But it takes all of us to make the church, and for it to function as a unit. Without Lennon, there is no Lennon/McCartney songwriting team. Without Ringo, no drums And without George, a much better guitarist then John, you would miss John complimenting him at the end of "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You," his first solo effort. An unscripted scene in the movie. You see until the holy spirit comes upon you, you just wander, and cannot be guided correctly. You seek your own understanding, and some find it in drugs, women, or rock and roll. Some hide behind a job, but can all be found in any church, maybe next to you, or maybe you. We all need Jesus, and until we are led by Him, we are truly just a gathering of believers, but when led by Him we become the church as He calls us. A Super group if there ever was one!

It's possible that there are talented people within the church just waiting for the chance to audition for God, to use the talent He has given them. Take your audition on the road. Share love wherever you are. It is up to the leadership to see it, guided by the Holy Spirit, and encourage it. To bind us together in the unity of love that only God can, and watch as a group of strangers become a group of believers-a family. We may not be a John, Paul, George, or Ringo like group-but we can be a group like Miles, Josh, Mark, and Richard. Guided by the spirit, an example to others. Whose signature song is Jesus, and don't imagine, but know there is a heaven, and long for it. Who can pick up a Bible and make it come to life just like the lads with their instruments. But without Jesus, they are just notes on a page-it is Jesus who makes us a church, and makes us a song unto Him.

I love this movie, and the music, but the last scene is my favorite. And I still look for ways to use it conversation, when I can. The lads have just completed a TV show and are being ushered off stage by their manager Norm. He is rushing them to their next appointment, when he confronts John. In a scene that almost looks too real to be scripted, he turns to John, and says "Lennon!" "WHAT?" "I have only one thing to say to you-you're a swine!" And the look on John's face, and the immediate laughter on Paul's let me think it was spontaneous, it's that good.

Spontaneity in the spirit. And the only way to get it is to let Him lead your life. If only John had a real Jesus instead of his imagination, he'd be in heaven now. Don't you make the same mistake. All you need is love-and that love is Jesus! Jesus mania!

love with compassion,

Mike

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it's pronounced J, as in Juan

As much as I don't like rules, I am glad that there are certain laws in the universe. Numbers is/are one of them. Add two evens, you always get an even. Same with two odds. But one of each will always get you an odd. Same with multiplication. Two evens=an even. Two odds=odd. But one of each equals an even. Strange, isn't multiplication just repeated addition? Next you're gonna tell me 2+2doesn't equal 4!

And just how much is infinity? Just when you think you've arrived, somebody comes along and adds one to it, and off you go. And how about infinitely small? 1/2 is more than 1/8, and the higher the denominator, the bottom number, the lower the number. And it used to be we had cars with engines measured in cubic inches, of which there is no substitute. Until we went metric, and the Chevy 327 became a 5.3 litre, the 350 a 5.6 and Ford's 351 a 5.7. Somehow a 5.0 Mustang sounds Ok, but I still prefer the 302. 6.6 or a 400? Thanks to Harley, the last motorcycle holdout, for staying with cubic inches. 96, 103, or a 110, that's still a lot of cc's! And who can remember when the "74" was the big engine? Now you can get it in a Sporty. And why is my 900 Scrambler only really 865cc's? When the Z-1 was 900 was really a 903? Who's really in charge here? Times change, but numbers don't. I think. Test-pick a number between 1 and 10-now remember it for later.

And just when you think you've got the numbers down, try spelling. Why isn't phonics spelled like it sounds? Why do we have i before e, but not after c? Why is a c pronounced like an s in cylinder, and like a k in cat? The answer-a man called Noah Webster, who took it upon himself to set up a system-his, to spell words uniformly. Before his 1828 dictionary, words were spelled like they sounded-sometimes, just like they tried to instill in some schools in the nineties, and gave us a generation who can't spell. And while watching a newscast on why the US is falling behind in education, they inadvertently showed E-bonics on the board. I thought we spoke English here, or is it American, since we are in America? Confused, or is it konfused? I guess it depends on when and where you went to school. And if you can remember high school as the best seven years of your life.

But somehow the truth is still the truth. And not to be confused with a truth. A truth is I like to ride motorcycles. The truth is Jesus is the only way to God. And cults like Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, and others change a few words and alter the text of the Bible. Jesus isn't a way-He is the way! He isn't a God, He is God! And you MUST be born again to inherit the kingdom of God-it is not a suggestion. Just like a 900 cc piston won't fit in a 250cc hole, the truth is still and always will be the truth.

So whether you drive a 1964 1/2 Mustang-no such thing as all were titled as 1965's, or your 74 Pan Head motor is different from a 1200 Sportster, don't be misled. The truth is still the truth. Jesus Christ is God! Deny His deity, and you deny Him! God made it simple, so even guys like me could get it. I'm also glad He gave us eternity-an eternal right now. No past, no future-just now-forever. Try making an equation for that. Now+one still equals right now! Forever! So much for that old time/space continuum.

So go with the truth. Liars may figure, and figures lie, and do you want two, to go, or to go, too-the choice is yours. If you want two, is different than wanting to go to, and different than wanting to go, too. I will go to heaven, I hope you two, go too!

See you there. Now that we have this grammar and math thing down, here's the final. How many people does it take to change a light bulb? Answer-doesn't matter unless the bulb really wants to change!

Oh, and that number you picked-that wasn't it! Don't make the same mistake with God!

love with compassion,

Mike

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what friends are for

We were woken up this morning to the sound of helicopters flying overhead. Just a few blocks away, a man had been making explosives, bombs, and robbing banks. When trying to send a robot in to search for other bombs, it couldn't maneuver due to clutter, so the bomb squad will be setting fire to the house tomorrow, under the guidance of the fire department. And many precautions are being taken, as no one knows for sure what is in the house. And it seems weird, almost scary, that someone a few streets away, that I may have seen in the store or passed in traffic, can be so evil. But I find that although I know who my neighbors are, I really don't know them, or them me.

I was reminded last night, and have been for a few years now, how difficult and misunderstood you are when taking a stand for Christ. Obeying the spirit can be hazardous to old relationships, careers, and even families. But staying close to God in these attacks, is still the best place to be. And He has to change the hearts of those attacking, and yours, too, or you will always be at odds with them. Three choices-your way, their way, or the correct answer-God's way! I still choose God's way.

When Jesus formed His gang, He chose 12 itinerant, Jewish citizens. Twelve men who outside of Him, really had not much in common. But in Him, they had all things in common. Andy, Pete, and two guys named Jim, Jack, Matt, Phil,Tommy, Bart, Thad, Simon, and a guy from Carriot, Judas. Fisherman, anarchists, tax collectors, and a businessman-sounds like my biker friends, these men followed by faith a man who they knew little about, but who was to change the world. And despite giving up their careers, friends, and sometimes family to follow, devoted themselves to Jesus, and even after His death carried on the work He had given them to do. And all, except Judas, were martyred, being boiled in oil, flayed-skinned alive, beheaded, crucified, or stoned. Judas, who ratted out Jesus, took his own life, hanging himself from a tree, that the branch broke on and spilled out his guts. But the eleven who were loyal to Jesus had a name that only He could call them. He called them friends. He even called Judas His friend until the end, but Judas refused.

Don't refuse Jesus' friendship today. It will cost something, maybe only a change of your lifestyle, but maybe your job or old friends. But what He removes, He also replaces, and it is not a fair trade. You get much more returned than you ever gave up. And carry it with you into eternity, and for eternity.

Today the friends may be questioning your ways. They don't get it why you changed, or are changing. Your family may not get it, and want to disown you, or just call you a nut. Just as God changes your life, He can change theirs, too. It takes just a little faith, and He will do it. A little trust, and He can show you. And just a little obedience, and you can being the trip of a lifetime.

Don't expect understanding, or even support. Those can only be found in Jesus. His gang of 12 entered in faith, and their actions continue to change the world. But it is only in the spirit,and following Jesus that this can be done. His will, not yours. His will, not your friends. Take the first step today, and watch as joy replaces confusion, and purpose replaces that empty feeling. God knows, and He knows you. It took only 12 men, will you join with them? Can He call you friend?

You never know who your neighbor is. Our neighborhood is a good example of that. What goes on inside doesn't always show on the outside. Let the light of God shine out from you today, in whatever neighborhood you happen to be in. Preach the word daily, and if needed use words.

love with compassion,

Mike

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breakfast-it's not just for pizza anymore

Now that our sons are/were out of the house, Theresa still makes the same size portions for dinner, but we have lunch for the next day in the form of leftovers. Even if it something we would usually lick the bowl clean on, she still puts aside a portion for me for the next day, and it is something I look forward to for lunch. And it reminds me of when we were kids, and all the starving kids in China who would have wanted what was left on your plate. "Eat it, kids are starving in China," and you wonder if the answer to world hunger was as close as the plate your dog was about to clean when you were done eating. But as kids, I don't remember many leftovers, and I don't remember leaving the table still hungry either.

When in Cleveland for business, we would stay at this Holiday Inn. Ironically, it had this huge atrium, to let the sun in-which rarely visits Cleveland, so you always had this cheerful, gray sky watching over you. And as far as food goes, it was maybe a 2 out of 10, only because how badly can you screw up French fries-which seemed to come with everything. But where there cuisine lacked flavor, I will give them a higher score for creativity, or maybe more accurately efficient use of food on hand. After enduring the same sausage links-either raw or jerky style for breakfast, you didn't get to choose, one night they had a sign in the lobby that tonite was pizza night. And since we were all tired of prepared food, we thought a break was coming. Even the girl at the desk said it was pretty good, but after eating it found she probably was paid to lie, and had never eaten it. Remember my comment on French fries? Well, they may have been the only thing not on it. The best way I can describe it, was a pizza omelets. Sans eggs. What hadn't been eaten , or thrown away from previous breakfasts, was on the pizza. Now I like sausage on my pizza, but links? Long strips of still not fully cooked bacon? Something that may have been hash browns-at least it was brown, and on a thin, cardboard hard crust. Sorta like the precursor to carbon fibre, without the carbon, not sure about the fiber-could have been the entire pizza that gave us the get up and go feeling! Anyway, I/we had never eaten anything like this before-it was leftovers pizza! Not to be confused with leftover pizza, which I like. This was made from food saved after we had eaten breakfast-and maybe not that day, and may have been from someone else's plate. When one wise guy thought he recognized his teeth marks in a link, we didn't doubt him. And we all vowed to never eat pizza in Cleveland again. Cleveland, home of the Cuyahoga River that caught fire, the Indians, who hadn't for years, the Browns who left to become Ravens, and now this-breakfast leftovers pizza. But what would you expect from a town on a lake called Erie/Eerie? And no mention was ever made of the poor kids in China starving. At least in Mexico, they would have made it into a burrito-here you couldn't even roll the crust!

People can be leftovers too. And not just in Cleveland. So many times, we feel the need to minister, but are afraid of one on one contact. So we give money, when really the tug of our heart is to sit with them. I have been in fast food restaurants, where a homeless guy was to be ejected, and told the manager, "it's OK, he's with me." I have sat and listened to those who no one listens too, and found that except for the grace of God, there go I. But many are destitute, due to bad decisions, and are unwilling to make a good decision for Christ. And yet, He stands ready to help in any and very situation. Like Job, we cannot see the events in heaven, and can't tell if we are being tested, or bragged about by God. We only think of our present situation, and not from God's perspective, but ours. We become like a dog, eating everything insight,whether it tastes good or not, or even if it isn't edible. We shun good advise, and end up like the pizza in Cleveland-inedible, and filled with trash from earlier in the day. Jesus promises us that if we turn to Him, He will guide our paths. Doesn't always promise it won't be tough-like the pizza crust, but that He will get us through-like He did the pizza meal. But we must trust Him, because He is trustworthy. He has never failed, and won't. Be it hunger, finances, rent, cars, jobs, pizza, or relationships-He stands ready to guide you, and the line is never too long that He doesn't get to you. His time for you isn't leftover, and there are no lines-He always has time for you.

Render unto Christ the things of Christ-your life! And let Him guide and provide. Take some one on one time, and participate, not only donate. And look out for daily specials, and if the sausage is link, the bacon is limp, and the crust is hard-remember life can be like that too. And Jesus has a special meal provided just for you. Trust Him-one on one. He fed the 5000, many times, but served them individually. And has a daily special with your name on it-just for you! Nothing leftover, and unlike breakfast in Cleveland, His blessings are new every morning. What are you hungry for? Your next meal is just one prayer away!

love with compassion,

Mike

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reassemble reversing procedure, or I did it my way

If you want to cheese off your mechanic, work on it first. And if you really want to cheese him off, take it apart for him, then give him the mess you created. Can you fix my bike, I put all the pieces in those boxes. Thanks, buddy. Mechanics hate to finish a job that someone else has started. They hate coming in to clean up someone's else self inflicted wound, and sometimes their only recourse is to make you pay for your indiscretion, meaning open your wallet-wide, and they'll tell you when to stop. A stupid fee tacked on, one the government never sees, and is not deductible. And we have all been guilty of it, trying to save time or money, or even trying to do it yourself. I had a friend tell me recently, I can remove the head easily, no big deal. But can you replace it? On the street? With few tools? No parts department to replace part you break? Have you ever done one before? And after his bruised ego began to heal, he admitted there is a reason things cost what they do. Built into each job is a factor of security, knowing that a trained person did it, and I shouldn't have to worry. We called it a cheese 'em off factor. No matter how much money you may save doing it yourself, it wasn't worth the aggravation-and never the money saved. Particularly when you ended up towing the car to the shop anyway, having the tech laugh behind your back, and then charging you more to fix things you screwed up. Any relation to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and no names have been mentioned to protect me.

But yet we are a society who values trying before giving up. And fails to recognize that having someone trained to do the job is not a weakness, but a strength. Someone who will hold the wrench while you turn the car, not the other way around. And I learned-albeit pride fully, that it is easier to let someone trained do it than let me ruin it. Plus it cuts into my riding time. Which is why I have good friends who are trusted mechanics, but never ride with them. While they wrench, I ride. On rides, if someone breaks, they fix. And they never get to fully enjoy the ride, for some fool always takes the time to break so they can be inconvenienced.

Don't ask a doctor on the street for free advice. You will get what you paid for. Lawyers, the same. And mechanics-if he says bring it by so he can look at it, he means park it out front, and when he goes to lunch he can look at it, and when going home also. Yeah, looked at it twice today, probably will again tomorrow. Don't bother me-I'm busy!

So as our Bibles gathers dust, we search the internet for answers. We go on blogs, talk rooms, and Google our problem. And finally when our life is more broken than when we started, we call on God, or pick up our dusty Bible. And then search for a scripture that we like, and there-God has answered my request. But more times than not, just found a convenient way out. Do you have more time on the net, than in the Word? Can you find Blueletterbible.com faster than the book of Jonah? Hmmm, what page was I on? And then do you voice, e, or other mail a friend in despair for help? When God was there the whole time, knew the situation, the problem, and the solution. And all you had to do was ask!

He wisely tells us to seek Him first. We aren't the first generation to try to fix it ourselves. But we may be the last. Let God be God, He's up to the job. He has the parts, the tools, and the knowledge to fix your problem. And will show compassion to you when your new bike comes to him in four boxes, instead of two wheels. He won't laugh behind your back-that is the universe, or in front of your either. And-He is always available, you don't cut into His riding time, and no appointment necessary.

Like the ad says, pay me now or pay me later. Aren't you glad Jesus already paid the price, and left the door open so we can visit any time we want? Your car or bike shouldn't come in boxes, and your life shouldn't be spent inside one. Do something daring today-trust God, the first time. And then maybe when I call, we can ride together. A better testimony to us and our relationship with Jesus than making payments, sadly, when the job still isn't done!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the new guy at lunch

I worked with a guy once, who when he found out I was a Christian, boldly informed me "I'm an atheist!" Accepting the challenge, I just looked at him, and said, "you know by definition, you don't exist." "HUH?" "Yes, everyone worships something, and you just happen to worship yourself." I was hoping to make this a short conversation, as he had an audience of several co-workers with him that day, and I was new and outnumbered, or at least it would appear so. Not knowing what to say back, he ate more of his sandwich, then proceeded to tell me what he didn't believe. "There is no God, the Bible is made up, we all come from some slimy substance via evolution, Jesus may have been a great teacher, but that is all, and all this faith stuff is so much !@#^&^&%$!!"

Once again, I gave him an unexpected answer, hoping to just end the conversation. "You are an incredible man of faith. By your first statement I never would have guessed it. When you can, find time so I can ask you questions, you seem to have a grip on how life works. It takes a great deal of faith to believe how you do with no evidence or facts. Yes, I never would have guessed you to be a man of faith." And after the surprised look fell from his face, several seconds later, I continued. "Yes, you have more faith than many. Even more than some Christians I know. It takes faith to believe the improvable, and you cannot prove God exists. Wiggle your hand, God made that. Smell a flower, he did that too. Why does the sun rise and set the same every day? God, again. Yes-it takes incredible faith to not believe when there is all this evidence of Him, and so much more!"

Now his friends were listening. "And the Bible. Did you know the more men try to debunk it, they only prove it more. Do you think that a God who created the universe would be stupid enough to leave His story to a group of men? All scripture is inspired by God. Shipbuilders build ships based on the ark's dimensions, they are the most sea worthy. Thousands of years before telescopes, it was written about the stars and how they work. Do you know of any prophecies ever given that aren't 100% accurate about Jesus? And that over 500 people saw Him after He was crucified? He truly rose again, like He said He would. Do you know anyone else who would die for a society that hated Him? Would you die for your wife and kids? Jesus did!"

At this point, the audience was urging me on. But this was not a battle to be won by me, but by the Holy Spirit using me in this situation. "And where is your missing link, do you think that maybe people act like animals today because maybe they believe they came from ooze? Or maybe when people come to Christ we try to act like Jesus because we then know our true origin? We try to please God, rather than arguing against Him. And do you know of any religion, other than being a Christian, where God reaches down to people, instead of making them come to Him? Did you know we love Him, because He loved us first?"

And at that point, lunch was over, but my debater friend told me, "you know Mike, I have hundreds of questions for you." And even more interesting, I found that some in the room were Christians, that he had bullied. Only when God changed my heart not to win an argument, but to win a soul, did the conversation and the tone change.

Engage a Mormon or JW lately? Leave frustrated? Read 2John, don't debate them, for just by engaging them, you have lost. Show love, you have it, they don't. God knows that, and even tells don't even say "God bless you," to such a so-called brother. Your job, like Jonah's, is simply to take the message. It is up to the Holy Spirit to change a heart, just like He did yours. Spiritual battles are fought on spiritual planes, and only God can do that. So let Him.

I was unprepared that time at lunch, God gave me the words. Take my advice, and try the following. Mike's rule #1. Never argue with an idiot, because you will never win. Show love instead. And-preach the word daily, and when needed use words. The world is always watching, but not always listening.

Are you? By your fruit, you will be known. And sometimes it just starts by throwing a seed, or watering one someone else planted. But God provides the growth.

Only in Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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