but never on a Gold Wing

“How can you be comfortable riding like that?” the Harley guy asks, feet in the wind, birthing style.  And I wonder the same thing about him.  “How can you ride without a windshield,” I’m asked.  “I do , my cars have them,” I reply.   “Your ride doesn’t have cruise or a radio, can’t pull a trailer, how do you tour on it?”  Again refer to my F150, a truck.  “And it even has a chain, aren’t you up to speed on the latest touring bike?”  I guess not, but it’s a good thing I don’t alarm easily.  Or ride the same way, for over the years in my touring, I have ridden coast to coast on five different bikes, and none had more than a bikini fairing.  Only two had a shaft drive, none had radios, two were sport bikes, a third had low bars, and the one with the most trips is an adventure bikes.  Five bikes, nine crossings, but never on a Gold Wing.  And I have had offers from well meaning friends, but have always passed.  From my R90S, to my FJ1100, to my Honda CB650 NIghthawk, to two Triumphs, an ST and my Tiger, I have ridden in 48 states, and three countries.  With no windshield, or other carlike feature to hinder me.  I have done it in 124 degree heat, flash floods, hurricanes, and freezing cold...but never on a Gold Wing.  I have done it in under 70 hours, arriving rested and well, and ridden over 100 miles in one hour.  I have done it with Theresa, alone, and with a group on Torches Across America, but never on a Gold Wing.  Now before you think I am prejudiced against Wings, or big touring bikes, I’m not.  But too many they think that anything without a fairing, shaft drive, a radio, and weighing less than half a ton is not a touring bike.  But to me touring is a state of mind, an attitude, not a type of bike.  It is a relationship between ride and ride, and the road.  Now at one time I thought BMW’s were the way to go, I’ve had five of them, but living in Ft. Lauderdale 40 years ago, while owning an R60/5, my eyes were opened.  A dishwasher at the A&W rode a 185 Honda with a Windjammer fairing, most often seen on larger bikes.  And took off from Florida each year for a month’s ride, his latest ride was Alaska and back-on his 185 Honda!  This man got it, he loved to ride, to tour, he just liked small bikes.  And my thought processes were changed forever. 

It was a big step for my friend Geno in 1976 to forego his BMW 750 for the first Gold Wing.  But he never looked back.  Stu adds to his collection when getting hit and totaling them.  Woody and Sandy have over 200,000 miles on their current one-pulling a trailer and camping.  Even Ray, with his 264 hp B King has a Wing, and just traded for another.  Same color, newer year.  I have even dragged the front lower fairing on a friend’s when switching rides one afternoon.  So I am not anti-Gold Wing, but pro riding.  I think that no matter what you ride you shouldn’t be limited by boundaries, either recognized at state lines or states of mind.  I believe that as much as the bike you ride matters, the fact you ride matters more.  And I encourage all to get out and ride as much as you can, while we still can.  This is a beautiful country, with so many roads yet left to ride, so any to return to, yet too many are hindered by what they ride.  They are trapped in a mind set, and although talk of freedom of the road, enjoy no freedom on it.  So whether you ride an Ultra Glide, a KTM, a Gold Wing, or an adventure bike, or a 185 Honda-get out and ride it.  See America from behind a fairing or face in the wind.  Get the shaft, or be bound by chains, turn up your tunes, or keep them private in your head-but just do it!  A lesson learned from a nameless bus boy at an A&W 40 years ago.  It was true then, it is even truer today.

Proverbs says to instruct the wise and they will grow wiser.  Teach the righteous and they will learn more.  Good advice from Proverbs 9:9.  But maybe it is what you see over the handlebars that influences you more, or less.  Maybe the thought of anything less than a crowd ride scares you.  Maybe anything more than alone does riders like me.  But in all cases, we get out and ride, only restricted by what we see ahead.  Although the disciples didn’t ride, you can bet they would and do today, they all had a different view of what was ahead.  And being with Jesus, hearing the same words, the same love, and same advice, still had different visions.  Jesus knew what laid ahead for him-the cross.  He knew he would have to go it alone, even his Father would abandon him for a short time.  He knew the future, what lied ahead, and went willingly to the cross.  James and John each saw something different.  In their future they saw thrones waiting for them.  The other ten saw the same things, but were upset that James and John had beat them to it.  But Jesus then lovingly reminds them, and us we are not in competition with each other.  He explains how the Gentiles exercise power of anybody and everybody, how power trips lead to more power, that can corrupt.  Using anything within their means to stay powerful...but never knowing real power of the gospel that we all have available to us.  “Not so you...” he tells them, for you are different.  And being saved we are, but not above the lust of power and control.  I see it in churches, ministries, among families, and between brothers and sisters in Christ...and it should never be!  There is no chain of command in the church-only Jesus.  No hierarchy to be set up to rule, we are to follow the spirit.  Yet I have been told by others in the church my weaknesses in ministering, how I don’t do enough, how coming under the church board will enhance my ministry.  And to them I kindly, but more often unkindly tell them no.  None is to command us even from the pulpit-we are to only do as the Lord commands.  And even then we have a free will to say yes or no, to be blessed or not.  It is up to God, not to man to guide us.  We are to be led in the spirit, guided by Jesus.  So what you see ahead of you from behind the handlebars effects you as much as what you see in Jesus. 

God has given us suspensions for rough roads, rain suits for bad weather, and power to pass by others.  All under control of the right hand, which gives us the power, regulates the power, or shuts off the power to the rear wheel.  It is fired by a command coming from the brain, which starts in the heart, and can take us places we never imagined.  Or leave us stranded because of fear and tradition.  All wisdom comes from above, and will add years to your life.  Miles to your ride, so don’t let anyone tell you different.  Don’t be led astray by those who don’t or can’t, be led by the spirit and see where the road God has you on leads.  Some hide behind windshields, some in cars, some never leave the sofa.  Like my friend reminds me” unless you are the lead dog the vies never changes.”  Only in Jesus will your view change, as you see more of him and less of you, as you follow him instead of church tradition or rules, as you get out and enjoy more of life.  Some wonder, some wander, some just never get it.  To which I ask, “how can you be comfortable living like that?”  And they probably wonder the same thing about me. 

love with compassion,

Mike

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Farmington to San Diego for lunch revisited

30 years ago five friends took advantage of my idea to go riding together on a Memorial Day weekend.  We all rode, but at different levels, and I was the long distance guy then-still am now.  But at my suggestion we took off on Friday night and would return home late Sunday, riding over 1600 miles in between, riding from Farmington, New Mexico in the Four Corners area, to San Diego, and eating lunch at Anthony’s.  We all had different bikes, different styles of riding, and different styles of life.  But we all made it out, and we all made it back to NM, with stories to tell.  And I had  lost contact with some of them, they got married, had families, followed careers, and I would hear from them every few years. One had quit riding, another kept his license, but quit, another had a short career as a service manager for Yamaha, one got divorced and started his own company, while I kept riding throughout.  So it was with great joy I heard from two of then this week, one wanting to go to Hollister and the rally, towing his bike so he could bring his family, the other, looking to buy a bike, and get back into motorcycling.  Both reflecting on how it was 30 years ago, and out of touch with how it is now. 

I would love to meet Brett in Hollister and ride, but I don’t ride with people who trailer their bikes.  Especially to Hollister, I go back to when Theresa first got her license, and Pastor Fred offered to trailer her bike up.  “It’s only 450 miles, I’m riding.”  And she did, and has.  No trailer queens in this house-we ride.  But Brett goes back to how it was then, motorcycling has changed, and so have we.  George called yesterday, looking to buy a ZX-14 Concours-a big bike, so he can take his reluctant wife riding.  He again is in time warp of some 30 years, this is one big bike, more than he will need, especially since he will be riding mostly solo.  Both are seeing today through 30 year old memories, my relationship with riding goes much deeper.  And so does my family’s, but I hope that somehow it all works out....but that we are able to make new memories rather than live on past ones.  In the past 12 days I have ridden over 1700 miles by myself...on three different bikes.  My relationship to riding is much different.  I hope when asked my answers are weighed and not quickly dismissed...for they are based on not only years of riding, but current also.  But just for the heck of it, maybe I might just ride the 30 miles to San Diego for lunch alone, to see how much I have changed.  I’ll ride the long way just to make sure.

Many men my age are coming back to riding after taking a break for families and careers.  Motorcycles have changed a lot, faster, better brakes, better handling, but not so much a better rider.  And the cost of buying in is a lot more.  So looking for a bike like they once had may be impossible to find, and a whole new attitude must be taken.  Even basic bikes like my Bonnevilles handle better than my Honda Nighthawk did back then.  Now we have specialized touring bikes, adventure bikes, sport bikes, and the list goes on.  Try telling a new rider how and what you once rode 30 years ago and they won’t get it.  Our biggest bike was a 920 Virago, proving the Japanese make ugly cruisers.  My 650 was the smallest, George and Brett both rode 700cc Hondas, downsized to avoid the tariff imposed on 750cc and over, to help save Harley.  The last a Seca 750, a shaft drive 750 when only touring bikes had shafts.  Looking back, much has changed...but so have we.  And so have I.

Some left motorcycling and are wanting to return, and we welcome them.  But be advised, and be ready for the changes.  Sadly too many I once knew have fallen away from God.  Fill in the blank with your own excuse, family, job, wife who hates motorcycles, they’re dangerous, or just not Yuppie accepted, they use the same excuses when trying to explain why they left Jesus.  And now are trying to come back, and we welcome them.  But many base their past experiences on church, and the church has changed.  Saturday night services, multiple services on Sunday, growth groups, small groups, and men and women’s fellowships.  And they are looking for what they once had, which makes me wonder, if it was so good, why did you leave?  And why if the reason you left was church do you want to come back?  Wasn’t our life based on Jesus?  And wasn’t there something more to Jesus than Sunday mornings?  Maybe they miss the fellowship, the music, the teachings.  Maybe they miss the friends, true friends who stuck with them.  But really what they miss is Jesus.  He never left, he hasn’t changed, and just as once he welcomed you into the kingdom, now he welcomes you back.  But like the first time, they are going to have to change...and Jesus will guide them gently back.  And ahead....but it will be different than when they left.  I hope they are ready for an exciting time in Christ, for it is an exciting time to be a Christian.  And if you are a Christian biker, the ride just got better. 

Personally I rather be riding thinking about Jesus, than in church thinking about riding.  But it happens, and Jesus understands.  So he has carefully woven motorcycling into my relationship with him.  And our family is stronger because of it.  We ride together, and share those times later.  But the common thread is not that we ride, but that we ride with Jesus.  We didn’t give up riding to raise a family, start a career, or move to another state.  Nor did we give up Jesus, he went with us.  So while some are looking to return to precious memories, and rekindle them, our memories, our testimonies never stopped.  We can look back at how things were, but we also look at how things are, and how we have grown with Jesus.  But to the many prodigals who left, welcome back.  Jesus has been waiting, and has good things to tell you.  To show you, to give you a hope and a future.  The time in between when you left, he has given you a testimony, and now is welcoming you to encourage others, “don’t be like me, be like Jesus.”  In the fires and in the floods of life, stay close to him.  The storms will end, and you will be amazed at how time flies without him.  Don’t spend time looking in your rear view mirror, the past may be gaining...set your sights on things on high and follow God. 

Most of my life has been seen through the eyes of Christ behind handlebars.  If you need to sit somewhere, why not sit where you are comfortable.  But hang on for the ride, for the road gets twisty, and faster.  Bumps get bigger and we need all the suspension God has to offer to make it.  So I look forward to another ride with my old friends.  We all have changed, Jesus has changed me.  And I can’t wait to tell them all about it.  Like the crew on Gilligan’s Island, we all set out for a three hour tour of life...and then the storms hit.  To some life has become an uncharted desert isle, to others a bad stretch of road.  No matter....it takes Jesus.  My only question is why did you wait so long?   Little buddy....

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

 

forever changes

Rather than turn on the TV and get the latest Radical Muslim daily terrorist count, that your president denies, or turn on HGTV and find out how old and outdated my 30 year old house is, I took my own advice yesterday and put on Forever Changes after getting out of the shower.  And for the next 42+ minutes while deciding where to ride, I was taken on a mystical trip and an instant memory sound experience of how good that album really is.  So while listening I Googled it and found out some interesting facts about it.  Neil Young produced it, but never showed up for the meeting, and was never heard from again.  And not credited.  And Bruce Botnick who later that year would produce the first Doors album finished it, using the same skills on FC for the Doors.  Listen to Hugh Masakela playing trumpet on the album, try whistling his trumpet solo on “Maybe the People Would Be the Times or Between Clark and Hilldale.”   That man could toot his own horn.  The first song on side 2 for all you vinyl buffs.  Try to whistle that long-WOW!  And many other non-credited local LA musicians played also, on loan from other bands, under the radar of their contract to other labels.  Friends playing with friends-what a novel thought.  And only to find out that Billboard named it the 40th best album of the best 500 albums of all time.  And yet most have never heard of it....maybe you are what a Mr. John Lennon from Liverpool once referred to as “trendy,” and great music has never been trendy. 

Long before David Bowie became a household name, his Honky Dory was a hit across the pond.  And today his famous song “Changes” can be heard as background music, on TV commercials, and now you will be whistling it as you remember it.  “Time may change me, but I can’t change time...”

But look at all the changes in your life.  Life is constantly changing, in fact the Second Law of Thermodynamics proves it-things are in a constant state of atrophy-of change.  They are not getting better, or evolving, a theory that this law disproves, but getting worse. One trip through the book of Genesis shows how God made this world perfect, sin entered, and it has only gotten worse.  Unless you are the White House Press Corp, that is reality.  Not a social experiment.  And we all get old and die.  Even the Bible is split into two Testaments or covenants, a contract with no ending date-aka forever.  The one Jesus made with us, and asks us to verify with him.  But what got my attention was reading about the title “Forever Changes,” and where it came from.  Not some idyllic drug induced fantasy, or even a nostalgic trip ahead, but it was taken from a break-up.  It seems a friend had been in a long term relationship with a girl, and he broke it off.  “But you promised me you’d love me forever,” she begged through the tears.  “Yeah, well forever changes...”  And the beat goes on. And the truth is forever changes when you become a Christian.

Romans tells us we are all sinners, born into it, and cannot escape it without Jesus.  We fall short, and our destiny upon the first birth has us bound for hell.  But our eternal destiny, our forever changes when we come to Christ.  Not a theory to be debated, not a philosophical view to be expounded upon, but truth.  A truth that we all will face some time in our life, when the final Jeopardy answer will be Jesus.  And the correct question is “who is the son of God?”  And we will be changed forever in the twinkling of an eye, some 1/240,000th of a second.  There I did it again to show you how quick.  And we are changed from the inside out, not the outside in.  And that change grants us entrance to heaven, an escape from hell.  I am glad that that is one forever change in my life.  Yet we steadfastly fight change throughout the in between times here on earth, until we die and go to heaven or hell. 

Change is everywhere, styles change, prices change, the stock market changes, the Broncos changed coaches, and I don’t even have any spare change.  And even though we are told that there is no growth without change, we resist.  Stuck in a perpetual this is as good as it gets syndrome, and we are faced with “yeah, well forever changes.”  For many that breakup spells disaster, for some it spurs them on to better things.  Some look back, some plan ahead, some sit and ponder, and some just wonder what has happened and what is happening.  Only in Christ will the changes be real, and he orders each one of them.  Only on the MAP settings on the new Tiger I am riding can you default back to where the factory set it up.  But after personalizing your ride, why would you want to?  You see Jesus knows just where you are right now, and has a plan for you to be of benefit or blessing no matter where you are.  Some of the worst conditions have brought the biggest blessings in my life, yet I pray to avoid the tough times, the tests, the trials.  Yet in the midst of them is where Jesus shines brightest....and advises us to be losers! Lose your life, and your sin, and become a winner in him.  See we all qualify.  But it takes that forever change, that being born again to do it.  Nicodemus had a problem understanding it, yet the thief on the cross readily embraced it.  We can becomes hoarders of things including false beliefs, or we can be like Father Abraham, who by faith believed.  He gave it all up and moved on to a land he had never seen, but was promised.  And lest I remind you he was less than perfect, so we all have a chance, his name is Jesus.  My motorcycles, my Nikes, my cars, and my vinyl records all wear out.  And without change so will I.  The clock is ticking, today can be the day your forever changes, and your eternal forever guaranteed in Christ.  Just a little faith, a little trust, and he does the rest.  A new covenant where forever never ends, and you won’t want it to.  Where time becomes timeless, and forever is an eternal right now.  Jesus Christ changes lives, but only if you let him. There is no jihad from heaven, he gives us a free will to choose.  We can say no, but why when we can say yes and have it all?  And in the down times, the in between times when we feel the pressures rising, remember that he loves us, and promises to stay....forever.  No breakups, no game ending clock running out.  Jesus changes our forever forever.  No expiration date.  When we become born again.

I think I can find another 42+ minutes this morning, the news will have to wait.  Eternity is calling, and I’m answering.  What your answer is will dictate a forever change.....in the beginning God....so loved the world he sent his only begotten son.  I hope that the day of your forever change is today.  And then go tell someone...

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

ministry, not mini-series

If you were cool in 1967, and into music, you probably know who LOVE is.  Sometimes referred to as Arthur Lee and LOVE, this Los Angeles based group rocked the world that year with a real classic album, one referred to as their Sgt. Pepper, “Forever Changes.”  In a year where the music world was in a renaissance of music, where The Monkees outsold the Beatles that year, think of that for a minute, “Forever Changes” filled many FM stations airwaves, and with good reason.  The music was great, with instrumentals only the gifted could pull off, and mystical lyrics, that today are still open to interpretation by the listener.  Find a copy, and sit back and enjoy.  The last song, “You Set the Scene” is a rock classic, you may have even heard it and didn’t know it.  But one line in another song, tells us “the news today will be the movies of tomorrow...”  How simple, yet how so true.  Quick, what line from Justin Bieber has gripped you?  45 years from now how will any of so-called music be remembered?  Certainly not classic....But music back then spoke with emotion, crying out for help and desperation, or being so much in love that nothing else mattered.  Maybe Mark Twain said it better almost 100 years before 1967, “the only thing worse than not falling in love is falling in love.”  Not sure of what label he was on, or of any lyric credits.  So in the read the book while waiting for the movie to come out spirit, just listen to the news, and have an accurate forecast of the next movies.  All courtesy of one Arthur Lee....

The beautiful weather here, I rode in Palm Springs yesterday where it was 80, reminds me how the Mama’s and Papa’s sang how they be “safe and warm, if I was in LA...” and thank you Lord for So Cal weather.  A ride taken on a new 2015 Tiger XRX, the first one in the US of A, and for an afternoon, my mind was cleared and the road was the song.  For over 200 miles, just me and God, assisted by a new Tiger, with weather to match...who says there is no God?  But when arriving home it was back to reality, and out last night ministering at Dustin Arms, I had to remind myself that my life is about ministry, and not a mini-series.  That trying to cope or help with the problems of everyone else will consume me, and how much we need Jesus.  One man who is on medication just got back from Philadelphia and going to trial, having to live in a homeless mission for two weeks until his SSI check arrived and he could come home.  A young mother with three children who has no visiting rights is excited because the court may let her see them, her youngest at 10 months is starting to walk.  Another man is now a professor at the City College, and struggling to make the change, while helping vets get through the VA paperwork.  A fire in a room has scared the tenant to death, and yet others fight alcohol, drugs, broken homes, relationships, and just try to make it through the day.  Two men with diabetes have lost feet, yet not hope.  They all can use a little bit of love, and sometimes this mini-series of life can overwhelm the ministry we go to do.  And we must remember that Jesus changes the life, and that without a change involving him, nothing will change.  We know this, Jesus even told his disciples this but yet they had trouble getting it, and they saw him every day.  And could ask questions....good thing he left his spirit so we can too.  Yet many hear the truth and reject it, no faith and it shows.  They trust song lyrics before the gospel. 

Yet Jesus tells us that he will suffer at the hands of the chief priests, elders, and teachers of he law.  His disciples saw this, and they were there when he went to the cross.  This they saw, and believed, maybe not fully understanding, but knowing what they saw.  Yet they fell short when he told them that after three days he would rise again...and then he did.  And in almost unbelief to them showed himself to over 500 people...he truly was risen!  But if Jesus suffered, we shall too, for we are his, but some day we will rise like he did, we will be resurrected.  But we must go through the process of persecution he did, and we must die before we can be resurrected.  But to live in Christ on earth now, we must die to self, we must step out of the mini-series we call life, and seek the cross, to see what was done there, how horrible it was, but how beautiful it became.  And is today. 

Struggling with your faith, here is a faith builder.  Jesus told us in this world there will be tribulation.  Having trouble in your mini-series of life?  Here is the proof of his word.  So if you can accept the pain and suffering, why do we struggle with the grace he promised?  We were all dead because of sin and Jesus is the way back, not a way, the way.  We can relate to the suffering, and many have come to Christ, yet we live like we are in the past.  We need to live like we are resurrected, we have already conquered death in him, and although times are tough, each one is a reminder of how much we need him and be assured that because he overcame, so shall we.  And that we are, despite the situations.  If we just look to the cross and see him.  Yet so many trip over their crosses, when all Jesus tells us is to pick them up and follow him.  He knows...his life was one of ministry and not a mini-series.  And although we play it out like one, when we allow him to minister to us, we are changed.  And we can minister to others...it is called love.  And only found in Jesus.

We will all go through a forever change some day, death will separate us from our lives on earth.  Let Jesus make that forever change in your life today.  Get over the suffering, the pain, and the all about me mini-series you are caught up in.  Here a new song, the song of Jesus.  When Jesus rode into Jerusalem to cries of “hosanna,” which means save now, after few days when the Roman government was still in charge, when they still felt overwhelmed, when they felt Jesus failed in their eyes for their wants, they then yelled “crucify him!”  Just because they didn’t get their way.....

Jesus is the way, and the way out of your mini-series.  A way to be ministered to, and be changed so you can minister to others.  Making disciples is what he calls it, equipping others to help others.  Yet so many live life like a scene from “Murder by Death,” where a blind butler is trying to communicate with a deaf and dumb maid.  Funny, but how true it can be in real life.  Some day your whole life will play out in heaven, but we forget how it is playing out now for all to see.  The way to the cross always leads to a new direction, a new way, and new beginning and a resurrection.  But on different terms, it leads to freedom and having your soul put at rest.  It leads to Jesus...

It has been said that if you remember the sixties you weren’t there, but Jesus has never forgotten you.  And he was there, is here now, and will be tomorrow.  Ministering in the midst of your mini-series, showing you love when all else fails.  He is the forever change you have been looking for and he sets the scene.  And you cannot ever know love without him.  It’s your choice how you face the day, “good lord it’s morning,” or Good morning Lord.”  Jesus is the way out, pretty far out huh?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

final notice

As I watched what may have been Peyton Manning’s last game Sunday,  I reflected on how he had become the Denver Broncos the last three years.  And how hard it will be to walk away, I almost said pass away, more appropriate for him, especially when spring camps begin and he isn’t there.  He hasn’t said it yet, but I think his run is over, and it is time to move on.  Every athlete knows when it is time, and I think he knows it is time.  He may have lost his last game, but he is going out a winner.  Way beyond stats and records, this guy is a winner.  This morning I got a “final notice” from my high school alumni association that rates are going up, join now.  For over 42 years I haven’t joined, so why would I now?  But then I considered Peyton and his teammates playing their last game together, and the times he will miss.  The two a day drills, countless hours of tape, and all the time spent with the trainers.  But he will never be able to go back once he has left to the camaraderie of when he was part of the team.  To the teasing, razzing, and joking in the locker room.  To the private conversations with team mates after practice, and special times he knew off the field, but as part of the team.  It made me reflect back to my junior high school days, where I was a jock.  A pretty good jock, I set freshman records for rebounding, throwing the javelin, and scored the 100th point one night in a basketball game.  Many great memories of being part of the team, and hours of practice.  I spent way too much time in locker rooms and thought that was all their was to life. I went from football, a co-captain, to basketball, again a co-captain, to track my freshman year.  By-passing baseball, which I loved to play, but run by a coach I detested.  We’ll call him Cheen, he had a Polish name with too many z’s to pronounce, and led by intimidation.  Each year when baseball season started he would demote us because we had been in basketball tournaments, we were very good, and we would miss the first week of practice.  And he would remind us all year about it, no incentive or congratulations for winning, just punishment and abasement for being late.  So when it came time for baseball, I chose track instead, where I became a “sissy weight man,” instead of a “pussy runner.”  I was low on the charts, but part of the team, and the first meet set a school record for throwing the javelin.  And threw my arm out, never placing again.  My only memorable event after that was throwing a javelin into the foot of a Roman Catholic High School competitor.  And walked away from all sports my sophomore year, motorcycles were my new passion, sports were out.  I had played the game, I had competed and won.  Now I rode for fun, and the fun continues 45 years later.  With only sporadic softball league games in between, which faded away after I got married.  I left on top, hitting many home runs, but had found something better, a better team mate to go through life with.  She was my and is my wife, Theresa, and we have been team mates now for almost 37 years.  But as I look back, I can see Peyton getting reunited with his family, and them becoming his #1 team.  Not that they maybe haven’t always been, but his life will change, a new season in his life.  He can go on to new things, maybe take up throwing the javelin....who knows.

Our bodies wear out, and to a certain extent so do our minds.  But something deeper inside us, the spirit that God gave us will live forever.  No season endings for us, we will continue in heaven long after the final whistle or buzzer has blown here on earth.  We may not be able to play at an intensity we once did, but now can look back and encourage others.  We can give advice, guide and encourage, and watch as others live their dreams.  We can be a coach, a pastor, teacher, or just help as needed in the kingdom.  Which is already here on earth, for wherever two or three are gathered Jesus is among us.  It just isn’t heaven yet, but that is coming.  For now we are in training, scouting via evangelism, teaching and relating testimonies to encourage.  Studying to find ourselves approved, not to be saved, but to verify the words we share as true.  We assist in ways that at one time were below us, but that now give us great pleasure.  We are part of a great team, the family of God, and in heaven all the games will be home games.  The cheering crowds will be for God, not for us, and we will be part of the greatest pep rally ever seen.  We have won the championship, we fought the good fight, and Jesus has rewarded us with heaven.  No matter what I will have always been a Scotch Plains-Fanwood High School Raider, no joining an alumni club will take that away.  But the ad did get me thinking of old friends, team mates ,and where they are.  How they are doing, and if they are on God’s team for heaven. But the final notice by line struck me.

We have no say over when we die, even those who commit suicide do not take God by surprise.  He knew and knows, and some day we will get that final notice.  The spirit will call one final time, then death, separation from earth and loved ones here.  Eternity calls and is waiting, where you spend it is your choice.  Either way you will worship God forever.  In heaven joyfully with no words being able to describe the joy.  Or in hell, where every knee will bow, and tongue confess, but in agony.  You were called to join the team, but opted out.  Maybe life was too hard, or you were too busy for Jesus then, he wasn’t for you.  He was patient, but you were stubborn, so you resisted him, and chose death and hell.  And he granted your wish.  We will only know when that final notice was after death, and then it will be too late.  Your decision will have been made, your fate sealed.  The gates of hell will keep you in, those in heaven will never think of leaving.  But both seasons will go on forever....where will you be?

Being part of a church, or part of a team won’t get you into heaven, only Jesus will.  It is a one on one relationship, and although many you know will be there, many you know also won’t be.  Part of the team didn’t get them there, it takes Jesus.  The records here on earth, the victories, and all your team mates will not gain you entrance to heaven.  They may to a Hall of Fame, but the hall of faith takes Jesus.  And without being on his team you don’t make it.  Regard this as a final notice, for no man is promised tomorrow.  Stars may go out in a blaze of glory, they may know when it is their final game, we don’t.  Choose Jesus today, and find life.  Find a future and a blessing every day until the day we die and enter heaven.  Winners in sports only last for a season, then they have to start over.  After a bad year that is a good thing, but when winning it all you still start the next season at .500, no wins or losses.  You may have blown every play in life, but choose life in Christ and win the big one, the only one that counts.  Looking back I had some good times, won some games, set some records.  But looking ahead I see Jesus.....who do you see?

love with compassion,

Mike

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"gee Mister, you must be old..."

I watched as an old friend of mine, just turned 70 but still working parts, was hassled by a young kid, impatient with him.  He was taking too long it seemed to him, what this young kid didn’t realize was the depth and wealth of my friend’s memory and experience.  But yet I am just as guilty, as when I get the new kid at the parts counter, and he takes forever to look up a clutch cable, when my old friend knows the part number by heart.  Bob Dylan was right 50 years ago, “the times they are a changin”...” and maybe we haven’t changed with them as fast as it takes to keep up.  Eric Clapton turns 70 this year, how many remember him in the Blues Breakers with John McVie of the first Fleetwood Mac?  Before EC was in Cream, not the The Cream as I have heard them called.  At the tail end of many old timers when at Mercedes Benz, not Benz’s or Mercedes, but Mercedes Benz as they are properly called, we referred to 107, 126, and 116 cars.  We knew them by chassis, and could order parts quickly, if we got the older parts man.  Today there are S, E, C, and too many others to remember.  Same with motorcycles, only the older ones remember the first Honda 750 in 1968, priced at $1245, but quickly changed to $1495.  How the first Z-1’s were $1895, and there was a shortage of oil filters, and although the Honda one would fit, we waited.  How BMW was imported by Butler and Smith, the company named after the intersection where their offices were.  And BMW cars were imported by Max Hoffman, the 1600 putting BMW on the map.  British what was what we heard, no one knew that the B stood for Bavarian, or what a Bavarian was.  We all could tell the difference between a Chevy 327, a Mopar 383, a Ford 352, or a Pontiac 455 just by the way the exhaust sounded.  Motorcycles didn’t have sound systems, cars had AM with rear seat speakers, and Triumphs ran TT pipes.  Wide ovals were the tire of choice if they fit in your fender wells, and a tune up was parts, plus, and points.  Maybe a condensor, then set the dwell and timing.  Racers on Friday nights would dial in their distributors.  Uncork their headers.  The smell of Sunoco 260 in the air, a far cry from geeks today with laptops downloading tunes into a small motor in a four door sedan.  Made in Japan.  Or South Korea.  So when sharing with older guys, guys my age, and the younger guys are listening intently, eventually one will say “gee Mister, you must be really old...”  I rather think of Jimi Hendrix reply when asked “have you ever been experienced?”  and I can say “I have.”

It seems I remember those who we used to refer to as characters more.  My old friend Joe, who used to tune for Cal Rayborn, before he went national and became a hero.  Joe with his wooden leg, with a Castrol sticker on it.  Tuning by ear, and making bikes run better than the gauges showed.  He knew just where to set a BSA twin, a Triumph single, or a Sportster for maximum power.  A real tune up, not just a parts swap.  Done very 6000 miles per the factory.  But learned on the street.  I had a tech at Ford in the late seventies, who started after WWII, and could still change out a clutch in a Mustang in 90 minutes.  I watch John Wickham our worship pastor tune his guitar by hand, while another hooks up a box and lets the box tune it.  Which one is really a musician?  But the time is here now, where as I am retired, I hang out with the old guys, where we tell the stories of how it was, and the younger ones listen intently.  As we talk of our first bikes being 100cc or maybe even a 250, they cannot believe we rode anything that small.  How we had to kick start them, change tube type tires, and replace inner cables when they broke. The outer casing was still good.  How we mixed Castrol Bean Oil, and how good it smelled at the track.  How a ring a ding ding two stroke meant power, how a thumper meant torque, and they all vibrated.  And leaked oil.  Except for BMW’s, they weeped.  We took our bikes to the track in vans, and  would sleep with them amongst the milk crates full of parts.  A time when Harleys were made in Milwaukee, Triumphs in Meriden, BSA’s in Birmingham, and BMW’s in Munich.  All Jap bikes came from Japan, we couldn’t pronounce the cities, and few cared.  We were a small community who knew each other, who loaned tools and parts at the track or on the side of the road.  We stayed open late, solved world and social problems over bottles of Coke instead of on the Internet,  and we dialed our friends from home, on a rotary dial phone, owned by the Phone Company.  We smelled dangerous odors, mixed oil and gas, and used STP to lube cables.  Yet as I look back and so many are gone, I wonder what will my sons and their friends remember about their riding?  Their bench racing sessions?  And somehow I don’t feel old, just blessed.  I have great memories, and still make new ones today in retirement.  A place I only thought old people existed, and a place I thought I never get to.

It goes on in the church too.  Today we have Pastor Ray or Pastor Doug.  No more Reverends, or men addressed by their last names.  Formality has given way to informality, but somehow respect is still here.  When I first got saved 40 years ago the Jesus Movement was still going on, and many felt the church was hypocritical.  And maybe it was, for they taught things, and said things, then did the opposite.  They talked great words, but had little meaning behind them.  We had been told to love in church, but it took Jesus to show love to us.  Religion was on the way out, and Jesus was on the way in, and many old, established churches felt threatened.  They  had traditions, and this new generation was different.  They loved, they read their Bibles, and we even wanted to go to church, we weren’t forced to.  We met in strip malls, in classrooms, or even in homes, and abandoned church buildings.  We were the church, and soon the Jesus people were growing and the world changing.  And for the churches who talked love but didn’t, and who say they cared, but didn’t show it, or didn’t accept our new generation, they fell by the wayside.  Dead and soon abandoned by all but those who hung on to tradition, who never did it any other way before.  Who had never been involved.  Who filled a pew, and left a pew after they were gone.  Religion had externalized them, whereas Jesus made it internal.  It came from the heart, and hearts were changed.  Lives changed, and the unwanted became the leaders, and Jesus became Lord.  And while many subscribed to the prescribed external form of worship, we wanted more of Jesus.  But found the same death can overcome us, as new traditions begin.  As a new generation is growing to take our place, we all need to look to Jesus, and follow him in the spirit.  Putting away our new traditions as they become old and a hindrance, and let the spirit lead.   We need to get excited again as we once did, and watch as Jesus changes lives.  Including ours.  We need to put away our self righteousness, and realize just because we do them, that doesn’t make them right.  We need to welcome the younger ones, encourage them and lead them as they become the new leaders.  We need to keep Jesus first no matter the generation, or suffer from hardening of the heart.  Which is death, both physically and spiritually.  A place no one wants to be.

We need to follow Jesus and his spirit rather than the rules of men.  To truly worship from the heart, and watch as old traditions die, and new ones begin.  I still don’t get excited over a Honda car with a big muffler.  But today’s kids do, and as software replaces hard parts, I am learning to still follow Jesus.  But old traditions are hard to break, having a good foundation is the basis needed.  For motors it will always be fuel and spark, we need Jesus to always be that spark.  And it is up to us, for no matter the horsepower, or memory bytes, it is still up to the person behind the handlebars to decide how much throttle to give.  And how much power to use.  Meekness it is called, power under control, only useful if it connects the tire with the pavement.  And only when we are connected to Jesus.  As one generation dies and another is raised up, we all need Jesus.  The only tradition to follow.  For many the day Buddy Holly died was the day the music died.  Elvis has left the building.  So have John and George.  Joe Cocker, Karen Carpenter, and Jim Croce.  Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Pearl.  Otis Redding, Jerry Garcia, and even Michael Jackson.  Their music lives on.  What will you leave behind for the next generation?  Anything less than Jesus is meaningless.  Anything less than shared while alive never was.  Consider that at your next bench racing session.  Times change, but Jesus never does.  He only changes us.  If you ever wonder what we will talk about in heaven, remember you must get there first.  And Jesus is the only way.  “Gee Mister, you must be old.”  But I am assured of where I am going, are you?

love with compassion,

Mike

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