Riding With Yeshua Testimony Series

I was asked to preach a sermon for 15 to twenty minutes, and Thursday I found out I had misunderstood that request, so bear with me as I stretch the word for 30 minutes.

As you may be able to tell I am sort of new to this… so instead of preaching I have a testimony I want to share with everyone here today. But I have to say, I write things down because I tend to ramble if I don’t have a plan for what to say. So, excuse me if I look down every now and then to keep on track. This is my testimony about the ride I’ve had with Jesus.

G-d cares about ALL of us. I learned that the moment I asked Jesus into my heart as Savior and L0rd. Indeed, the bible says of the L0rd that he will “…ride out victoriously for the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness,” and that He will “… let your right hand teach you awesome deeds!” So, in Psalm 45:4 G-d cares and demonstrates that he is victorious in truth, meekness and righteousness, and that he cares about throttle control, where the throttle represents our life.

I’ve always had a motorcycle in my life, even if the dry periods were decades apart, but never a Harley. The first Harley I bought was because G-d told me to buy one. I am not kidding, G-d told me to buy a Hog. Here’s how that went.

I was driving home from work on day on the access road, because I wanted to drive passed Legends Motorcycle Shop. Not stop in, I didn’t think I could afford a Harley, but to just drive past to see the Harley’s in the lot. Getting closer to the Legends I heard a voice, a small quiet voice in my head say, “Buy a motorcycle.” I didn’t need one because I already had one, a Yamaha V-Star 650, and I reasoned to myself that I must be imagining I wanted a Harley. So, I kept driving by. The voice came back but louder, more insistent this time. His voice in my spirit was so much louder and insistent that I slammed on the brakes, sliding sideways before turning into the lot. I was now certain that I’d heard a command and walked inside, introduced myself to the dealer and his son and within 2 hours I had a new to me bike in my garage. And unlike the old saying that, “everything that could go wrong, will go wrong” nothing went wrong in the purchase. It was used, but the former owner had a stage 4 kit and custom pipes, and a fully custom bike. And as I sat on the new bike wondered what it all meant. I wondered why G-d would want me to buy a new bike.

I’ve been a believer for a long time, and I knew there was a reason for the command to buy a bike. I mean, the word of G-d in 1 Corinthians 9:24 ESV tells us, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So, run that you may obtain it.” I knew that my ride with G-d wasn’t over, and that I wasn’t anywhere near where I should be, and this was a chance to run! To ride! But I had to figure out why.

Because I am a Jewish believer in Messiah G-d I started my internet search with Messianic… zilch. I expanded to Christian and Motorcycle and found CMA, the Christian Motorcyclists Association. I looked up the first meeting and went. I was welcomed with open arms and warm hearts from the first night I walked into a meeting. But I was still wondering why I was commanded to buy a motorcycle. Anyway, that first meeting my bike was blessed and I rode home.

It wasn’t until many meetings and several rides back and forth to work and everywhere I could ride that I found out why.

At about 0730 in the morning November 5th 2017 I was riding to work along Cobbs Drive, just headed across New Road, I had the light and the right of way. If you’ve been on that drive, you know that Cobbs slopes upward to New Road and then quickly levels off. I saw an SUV turn left in front of me, and the sudden change in slope, plus trying to brake on a downhill slope when I’d just come over the top meant I had little control. It was like floating and in slow motion and confusing. I was trying to avoid being hit, trying to lay the bike down, trying to maneuver… none of which worked. I hit her broadside at 30 miles per hour and I know this because it’s the last thing I remember before coming to on my back on hot pavement and in pain. I found out later I had 3 broken ribs, bleeding kidneys, a hematoma (sort of a blood blister) inside my right thigh the size of a fist near my hip, and torn muscles. But I didn’t know this as I lay there in pain. There was noise. Lots of noise. People coming in and out of my visor view of the sky. Looking over me, asking questions for which I had no answers. The pain made it all so confusing.