War Cry - August, 2014 Page 31

The War Cry | AUGUST 2014

Him into his heart.There was no physical evidence or
response to the prayer I prayed over him. Yet I felt
relief within my spirit as I closed the prayer and slowly
walked out of the room. Knowing that God has a
purpose for all things, I could only trust that I had done
what He required, and that He would do the rest.

As I left the hospital the word "trust" kept racing

through my mind. I looked at my ride and began to
see the things I automatically put my trust in every
day of my life. I trusted that when I turned the key,
the engine would fire and sing its sweet melody. I
trusted that when I entered an address in my GPS,
it would lead me to the door of my destination. I
trusted that when I filled the gas tank with high
octane, it would take me
300 miles before I had to
refill it. I trusted that
the brakes would bring
me to an easy and safe
stop. I trusted that when
the darkness came, the
lights would come on
and lead me home safely.
I even trusted that the manufacturers had put all the
pieces into place. Never did I question whether it was
safe to travel 80+ miles an hour on an open highway.
I trusted the ride to give me the invincible freedom,
peace and joy I experienced each time I went out.

My thoughts turned back to Rowdy. Was he a

Christian man? Had he cried out to God as a child or
in his last moments? Was he crying out even in the
coma? I don't know, but I did know that God called
me there for a reason.

I walked to my bike, knowing I trusted it to get me

home safely. I thought a minute and asked myself, "Do
I trust God, with the same amount of trust that I put
into my ride? Do I put my trust in Him, the way I
unconsciously put my trust in this cold hard machine?"

I arrived back home, pulled into the driveway and

dismounted the scoot. As I removed my helmet, I
returned to my question, "Do I trust God with the same
amount of trust that I put in my ride?" Turning back
toward my bike, I looked at the key in my hand. Yes,
God was the One who would fire up my engine, and
He was the One who would keep me singing. He IS
my GPS, giving me direction in everything I embark
upon. He is the gas in my tank, giving me the energy
to go the distance in all the things He has called me to.
He is the brake in my life that slows me down and

brings me to a safe stop. Jesus is my light in the
darkness who will lead me safely home. God is the
manufacturer, He is the Maker who not only created me,
but has put the pieces of my life back together. I never
question His quality of service. He takes me over and
through the hills and valleys and brings me home safely.
Christ is my peace, joy and freedom; He made my
spirit invincible and gave me everlasting life.

The Biker's Code is action, built on an unspoken

code of ethics and behavior. It is an unwritten bible
sharing a common bond of men who love motorcycles,
speed, and freedom. Real freedom is found when you
reach for the Son, "For whom the Son has freed, is
free indeed" (John 8:36). When the Master whispers

your name, go into action;
answer yes. Build your
ethics and behavior toward
a heavenly destination.
Jesus has a written code;
He wrote it in blood.

Jesus is my ride, and

Heaven is my destination.
Do I believe I've arrived and

know all things and understand all things? No, I am a
work in progress, growing in grace to become more like
Christ. But my trust is in HIM.

My personal experience proves to me daily that when

I changed highways and took the straight and narrow, I
found my Freedom Ride for life. So maybe the next time
you step out and straddle your ride, think about asking
yourself the same question I did. "Do I trust God, the
way I trust this bike?" See what you come up with!

Oh, by the way, the next morning I received a call.

Rowdy passed away in the night. I hung up the phone,
considering the things that had happened hours before.
I knew God had called me to go pray for Rowdy. I reached
for my Bible and turned to Isaiah 55:8-9. It said, "For
My thoughts are not your thoughts. Nor are your ways
My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher
than the earth, So are my ways higher than your ways.
And My thoughts than yours."

I closed my Bible. I knew I could trust Him, and

I had obeyed. All I had to do was to "trust and obey."
In my silence, I felt peace. I think God winked. I smiled
and simply said, "Thank You, Lord, for trusting me.
Lord, say howdy to Rowdy."

CATCH YOU IN THE WIND!

Patricia Burns lives in Midwest City, Oklahoma.

"Do I trust God,

with the same amount

of trust that I put

into my ride?"