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RedOregon
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Posted:05/31/2006 4:59 PM |
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Ok, he might have a metric bike for when he's feeling froggy, who knows...
But anyway, the testimony.
So I'm riding the Battlewagon (2003 Harley ElectraGlide) home from work. I work near the airport, so I usually take Military Drive through Shavano Park up to 1604, then take 1604 down and around to the west side, near Seaworld, where I live.
I'm cruising along in the left lane, doing about 75 with traffic. It's about 3:30, and traffic is pretty heavy but moving smoothly. Both lanes are pretty tightly packed, no gaps to speak of between cars.
In front of me is a huge dually pickup towing a trailer with a bunch of construction equipment and 6 guys in the cab; I can't see past it. I've got a good cushion between us, just enough to give me breathing room, but not enough to encourage anyone from the right lane to cut me off.
Just cruising along, enjoying the ride and the weather, when I hear that familiar voice in the right rear of my skull (seems God always talks to the same spot) saying, "Drop to the right lane."
Huh? Right lane? God, you're kidding, right? It's bumper to bumper over there.... hey. As I glance back, I see a hole about *three car lengths* long has opened up. What the hey... no holes in front of me as far as I can see, no holes as far back as my mirrors reach. Ok, I learned a while ago not to argue with that quiet voice in the back of my head - I signal and drift over into the hole.
As SOON as I do so, the dually in front of me starts drifting off into the grass, from the left lane into the grass in the middle of 1604. What the heck!?!
Once he gets about halfway off the lane (dirt flying everywhere), I see an electrical contractor van ahead of him *also* pulling off the road.
In the left lane.... laying ACROSS the lane, dashed lines to fog line, is about a 12' aluminum ladder that had fallen off the rack on top of the contractor's van. He's stopping to go back and get it, and the dually was trying to avoid it.
My hands are shaking just typing this.
The dually swerved at the last second. *If* that gap hadn't opened up in the right lane.... *if* I hadn't heard that voice in my skull telling me to take it... *if* I'd hesitated even one more second... I would have hit that ladder at 75 MPH with a (roughly) 800 pound Harley, and I would have been cartwheeling down the freeway.
I used to be real cynical about things like this. But... I couldn't even see the electrical van before he dropped his ladder, I had to way to see that ladder, that gap in the right lane was *not* there all the way from Military to where this happened (near the Bandera exit).
God is good.
As I started breathing normally again, I got this vision of the classical white-robed, flowing beard, hair whipping behind him... just *goodness* riding along just above and a little behind me.
His arms were stretched out about shoulder height, he was laughing uproariously, and his feet were out in front with sandals.
I guess God likes apehangers and highway pegs.
Took me about five minutes to get the cry out of my voice and tell the story to the wife when I got home. Tears in my eyes right now.
I need to find a "God is my CoPilot" decal for the Battlewagon.
This kind of thing has happened to me more than once, but this was the most powerful one. I'll post the others as I'm directed to.
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Posted:06/10/2006 11:41 PM |
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HARLEY, HARLEY, He dont ride no stinken Harly!!!!!! unlike the rest of us,it dosnt matter what we ride. When we get too see his ride, ours wont even come close to being a bad joke next to his. You know that he has the badest of the bad & love for love, that he has use. For him to be watching over all of use on these road ways, when there are someny of worse drives I had to get away from. With his power he has given me the skills to due so. Keep alert for that voice, smetimes it a wisper. Drive safy my man, hope too see you at one of BRCCs rides.
cear of all of use when he dose. 
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RedOregon
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Posted:06/13/2006 6:55 AM |
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hehe... didn't mean to start a flame war about American bikes vs all others, just passing on what I "saw".
Getting together for rides is an excellent idea, and I hope to make a few.
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RedOregon
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Posted:09/11/2006 5:43 PM |
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There he goes again.
This morning, weather forecast said afternoon thunderstorms. I get off work at 3, so I rode in.
Sure enough, it starts pouring. Everyone at work said, "You didn't ride in to work today, did you?"
Sure I did. "Oooh, you're going to get soaked!"
No I'm not.
"What do you mean? It's pouring out there!!"
Yeah, but God's my copilot. He'll watch out for me.
"You're nuts. It's raining like crazy, and the weathermen say it will be all day."
Nah... it'll stop long enough for me to get home.
Meeting at 2, on the corner of an 11 story glass building. It's beating on the windows hard enough to make noise. "Red, you're gonna get drenched. Need a ride home?"
Nope, I'll be cool.
2:45. The rain stops, the sky brightens (yeah, just a little, but enough to make the point).
"I don't believe this!" Told you I've got a good copilot.
Ride home... worries come to mind. What about exits, they tend to have rain collected across them. What about standing water, never can tell if there's a pothole under there. Ya know, Satan, you're really getting on my nerves. Get lost. I could almost feel a hand brushing across both shoulders! Happened once more, I said the same thing, and *again*, that feeling of a hand. Load lightened, I press on.
I think about three drops hit me the whole way home. Pants dry!
I pull in the garage and high-five the wife... God is good!
Shut down the Harley, swing a leg off, and pull off the helmet... hey, look at that! It's starting to rain, and within a few minutes, it's coming down again!
Wife says, "you gonna ride tomorrow too?"
Nah... God protects against danger, but I don't think he protects too well against Stupid!
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Posted:09/14/2006 2:00 PM |
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Dude, that's awesome! And I have to agree with your statement that God
protects against danger but not so much against stupid. LOL
Anyway, any "tips" on tangibly hearing God's voice? (Other than staying
in the Word and praying daily, which I've been deficient in lately...)
So far for me, He speaks through my conscience, where I'll usually get
a "feeling" about something. The trouble is, that can just as easily be
me just worrying, so it's hard to tell when it's Him or not. (I usually
play it safe though just in case.)
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RedOregon
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Posted:09/14/2006 5:35 PM |
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Well, *personally* speaking, it became clear to me when it's God speaking because there are a few things in common. It always seems to hit me in the same "spot", back righthand side of my skull. It's often something that NO WAY could I have known myself (like the ladder above), and most importantly, it ain't evil in any way! I often get things that are negative or mean, and I know that's not coming from God, but myself or worse, the other direction.
Having said that, I've got a feeling George is gonna jump in here soon. There have been a few sermons about knowing if a feeling/communication/direction/whatever is coming from God or not, and not being a pastor, they can explain better than I!
But again, for me personally, it's happened often enough that it's usually pretty blatant. Most times I don't even mull it over, it's just obvious and I listen and obey!
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