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I picked up the delirious? Farewell Tour DVD this weekend and have listened to it a few times. Love their music.

One of my favourite delirious? songs is Find Me In The River. I’ve been singing that song all weekend. Such a deeply honest, raw song about waiting on God when facing difficult trials. While things are going very good for me right now, I do know that many people at Bikers’ Church are facing difficult days. So, here are the lyrics.

Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I’ve walked against the water
Now I’m waiting if you please

We’ve longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price

Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you’re gone and I’m cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I’m waiting here

Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I’ve walked against the water
Now I’m waiting if you please

We didn’t count on suffering
We didn’t count on pain
But if the blessing’s in the valley
Then in the river I will wait

If you’re going through a difficult time, don’t stop waiting on God. He is there.

Last night, I was reminded again of what it’s like to be part of a church family. We celebrated with a number of our members in a water baptism service. To be honest, the service was one of the best I’ve ever experienced.

But not the entire service. The preaching was mediocre at best. I can say that, because I was the one doing the preaching. I couldn’t get any momentum. Even as I was speaking, I was telling myself that I wasn’t getting any traction. I rambled. I sucked. I kept skipping over stuff in my notes. It was one of those messages that I have to simply accept as being less that average.

Normally, when I fail to even hit the ball on a sermon, I go home very miserable discouraged. For those who speak regularly, you know how much emotion and energy goes into a message. When everything works, you go home on a bit of a high. When it doesn’t … well, you roll-up-in-a-ball-and-suck-your-thumb  need your space.

If it wasn’t for how the rest of the evening went, I would have gone home very discouraged. And yet, I found myself so excited riding home. It was simply an amazing service.

Two things happened that made it so. First, during worship I felt strongly impressed to say a word of encouragement to those who were battling major obstacles. I said a few words, then invited those who needed prayer to stand. So many stood. Then, others stood with them, putting a hand on a shoulder, or an arm around a brother. We prayed for them. We’ve only done something like that one or two other times, and it’s always a powerful moment. It’s a strong visual of the kind of family Bikers’ Church truly is.

The other thing that really knocked my socks off was the water baptisms. We had four people scheduled to be baptized. One couldn’t be there because of a sick child. So, we had the other three go into the tank and share their story. Each was great. I love hearing how God is changing a person’s heart and life. Then, I asked if anyone else wanted to be baptized. A woman came forward. Then, a young junior high boy asked his parents if he could be baptized. My heart got excited at what was happening.

Finally, we were done. Marty closed the night off in prayer, and we turned off the camera.

And then, it happened.

We have a guy who has been coming for some time now who is in a wheelchair. He was in an accident about 10 years ago and suffered some brain damage. Until he started coming out to Bikers’ Church, he was pretty much a loner. The staff who cared for him couldn’t get him to do much of anything. They say he is a completely different person since he started coming out to BC.

All through the service, and while I was asking if anyone else wanted to be baptized, he would raise his hand, trying to get my attention. I didn’t respond, because I didn’t want to put his worker on the spot.

But after we wrapped up the service, one of our guys came up to me. “He really wants to be baptized. Any chance we can make it happen?”

So, I called out to everyone. “We have one more person wanting to be baptized!” The crowd came back around our tank, and a few of our guys lifted him out of his wheelchair and into the tank. And, we baptized him.

The cheers were incredible. The smile on his face said it all.

It was then, as I looked around at the ragtag group of people who make up Bikers’ Church, that it hit me once again. This is a family. An incredible family. One I am so very blessed to be a part.

You see, there are some people who think they can experience the spiritual journey on their own. They don’t need to attend church or join with a group of people to know God. Personally, I think God values relationships too much to allow us to take this journey alone. He wants to be in relationship with us, and he also wants us to be in relationship with others.

I can’t imagine not being part of such an incredible spiritual family.

Thank you, Bikers’ Church.

Dear people of Vanier,

Like you, I’ve read the newspaper articles. I’ve heard the stories. I know what some say about your community. They say bad people live in Vanier. Drug dealers, addicts, prostitutes, bikers. They say it’s a rough community. It’s not safe to walk the streets late at night.

Some have tried to change what others say about your community. Some suggest that things are not as bad as the reports suggest. And yet, the articles continue to be written. The papers tell the stories of police raids, prostitution stings, and drug busts.

Is there any hope for Vanier? Again, some say no. They suggest that crime will always be a problem in this community. They have given up. They have no hope for Vanier.

It’s a good thing they are not God. You see, the Bible is clear: in places where it seems like people struggle with sin the most, God’s grace is more evident. (Romans 5:20) In other words, God looks at a community like Vanier and showers his grace upon it. Upon you.

I want you to know that God loves you. He has something incredible in store for your community. He believes in you. He has a purpose for each of you.

A month ago, Ken Jackson wrote an article for the Ottawa Sun describing the arrest of a twenty year old girl on prostitution charges. The arrest happened in Vanier. As he wraps up his report, he observes that the arrest is happening right below a bright neon blue cross. His final words are a quote from the police officer that Mr. Jackson has been riding along with: “It’s all happening under the watchful eyes of the cross.”

That neon blue cross can be found on the side of City Church. An amazing church in the heart of Vanier. And, beginning this Fall, the new home for Bikers’ Church. That’s right, Bikers’ Church is coming to Vanier. And we can hardly contain our excitement.

You see, many of us who consider Bikers’ Church our home know what it’s like to be on the negative side of reports. We know what it feels like to be written off. To be dismissed. To be told that there’s no hope. And yet, we discovered that the reports are simply not true. There is hope. We are not too far gone for God’s grace. We can live a life of purpose and calling.

We’re coming to Vanier because we want to take that journey with you. We think you have something to offer us. And, hopefully, we might have something to offer you as well. We believe that together we can take a journey into discovering God’s amazing and unconditional love. Some of us have been on that journey for many years. Others are just discovering it. We believe it’s an amazing journey and it will be even more amazing to enjoy it with you … the people of Vanier.

Some may wonder why we’re bothering. Why not stay in the comfortable suburbs of Arlington Woods? Why go into the heart of the city … into Vanier? Again, it’s because we believe God has something amazing in store for this community, and we want to be part of it.

Many years ago, Sir George MacLeod, an incredibly influential but unconventional Scottish Clergyman wrote these words:

“I am recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles, but on a cross between two thieves; on the town garbage heap….at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse, and soldiers gamble. Because that is where He died. And that is what He died about. And that is where churchmen should be.”

I couldn’t agree more. And I can’t wait until we are moved in to your community.

Twenty years ago today I watched Heather come down the aisle and become my wife. Wow. Twenty years ago.

We met in Bible College (some called it Bridal College). She was returning to school to do her fourth year. I was in my final year. I fell in love at first sight. She … not so much. We began dating a few weeks into the school year. For the first few weeks, she would tell her roommate that she was going to break up with me the next time we got together. But, I’d win her over with my charm. After a few weeks, she gave up and the rest, as they say, is history.

I remember some of the talks we had before getting married. We dreamed about doing ministry among those who were rejected by the church. We talked about what it would be like to be in a community among drug addicts, prostitutes, outlaws, and the homeless. What would it be like to reach the “unreachable” for God?

It took a lot of years to see those dreams realized, but here we are. It’s truly incredible.

We’ve experienced so much together on this journey. Incredible victories, heart-wretching defeats. Unbelievable joy, indescribable pain. We’ve been blessed with an amazing family and wonderful friends. We’ve seen so many lives transformed over the years.

And yet, in all of it, I sit here today, simply in awe of the gift I’ve been given in my wife. Heather has been there at my best and at my worse. There are times when I was there for her. There have been times when I’ve failed her. I don’t deserve her and yet she continues to stand at my side. She is an incredible mother to my children. She’s a phenomenal supporter of my calling. She is the perfect partner to live life with.

So, on this 20th anniversary, I want to tell the world that I love you with all my heart. I look forward to the journey that is before us, and I am so very grateful for the path we have taken so far.

Happy anniversary, Heather.

When I was a pre-teen, my mom married a biker. For me, nothing could be better. My step-dad was a former member of a 1%er motorcycle club. While he wasn’t still in the club, his passion for motorcycles was greater than anything else in his life. Again, for a 12 year old boy, there was nothing wrong with that! On weekends, my parents would host parties, and I would come home to find Harleys lining the street outside my house. Bikers would be sitting on the front porch, the lawn, and all over the back yard. It was awesome! In my heart, I became a biker during those days, riding my dirt bike, counting the days until I was able to get my motorcycle license and a real bike.

I saw a lot of crazy things during those years. There was the time a very drunk guy invited two equally inebriated women to climb onto his bike and the end of the night. They took off, three up on the Harley. They didn’t get far. Two blocks later, they ran a red light and were t-boned by a car. All three lived, although the guy spent a few months in a full body cast.

Then there was the night a bat got lose in the house. At 3 AM, I woke up to five or six bikers crashing around the house, trying to catch the bat. Most were still battling whatever drink caused them to pass out earlier, and all were wearing pillow cases over their heads to protect their hair (and long beards) from becoming the nesting ground of the bat. There was even one biker hoping around on a single leg, his wooden leg in his hand, swinging wildly at the bat. In the end, it was our cat that finally got a hold of the critter.

Of all the memories, none is as vivid as the memories of Mountain Man. To be honest, I don’t know how tall he really was, but to a thirteen year old kid, he was a giant. For years, I believed he was over seven feet tall. In reality, he was closer to six and a half feet. Still, he was a big dude. People didn’t call him Mountain Man because he was short.

For many years, Mountain Man was a hero to me. You see, he stood up for me one time when our family was out having fun. We went to a park and my brother and I were horsing around on a slide. An attendant at the park tried to kick us out, and Mountain Man came over and suggested to the guy that he reconsider. With knees shaking, he reconsidered. And, my brother and I were left alone the rest of the day.

I wanted to be feared like Mountain Man. I wanted to be able to walk up to someone and suggest that they reconsider.

It’s funny how your perspective can change as you get older.

Today, I’m 6′ 2″. I’m probably only a few inches shy of Mountain Man’s height. I ride a cool bike. I’m told that I can be intimidating. And yet, I have no desire to be feared. If anything, I want to be seen as a man of peace. Sure, I’d still like to tell some people to reconsider, but not because they’ve angered me. I want to tell people to reconsider the choices they’re making because I see how their choice will lead them down a destructive path.

After we started Bikers’ Church, I hoped to come across Mountain Man. I met a few others who remembered the parties with my parents, but no one could tell me what happened to Mountain Man. It was only a few years ago that I learned he had died of cancer. He died alone. And suddenly, my childhood awe of Mountain Man became a sadness for how his life ended.

What kind of person do you want to be known as? What kind of person are you already known as? Sometimes the Mountain Men are not all they seem to be.

My good friends, Scott & Melissa, have been serving in El Salvador for over a year now. Recently, Melissa began a blog that invites you to journey with her as both a mom and a missionary.

The latest post on her blog really struck a chord with me. It was actually written by Scott, after he visited a brothel to talk with some of the people working there. At the end of the blog, he asks a simple question, “Is there hope for these girls?”

I encourage you to check out the post here and leave a comment.

It got me thinking again. As the pastor of a Bikers’ Church, I see all kinds of different people come through our doors. Not all are bikers. We’ve seen prostitutes, drug addicts, alcoholics, and even self-righteous pharisees! We’ve got club guys, former club guys, and even a few white collar professionals.

With such a diverse group of people, one thing I have noticed we’ve never lacked. Hope. That’s right, hope. With so many people battling so many different things, I have discovered that there is still an abundance of hope to be found.

You see, no matter what you are going through, there is hope. You may feel like giving up, that there is no hope, but your feelings lie. God promises that he is with you, and when we turn control of our situations over to him, he offers hope.

Hope doesn’t mean that we don’t experience shitty things. In fact, sometimes when we trust God we go through incredible trials. No, hope doesn’t promise us that nothing bad will happen.

What hope does promise is that regardless of the situation, we are not alone. And, in the end, God will turn anything we endure into something good … if we allow him. Hope promises us that what we face is not all there is.

So, don’t lose hope. Whether you’re working in a brothel, battling an addiction, or dealing with a dead-end job, there is hope.

Always hope.

Yeah … I know it’s been awhile … but I still have to rub it in. Our Assistant Pastor, Marty sent me this and I loved it:

Looking over my past few posts, I realize that it’s been a few since we’ve talked about motorcycles … so, here we go!

Those who’ve followed me for awhile know that I’ve been having issues with my bike. I know exactly what’s going on, but still, it’s taking longer than I had hoped to get her back on the road.

It all started when I drained my tank last fall to send my tins down to Arizona so that my friend, Jason, at HellcatCustoms could paint them. He did an amazing job, and when I got them back, I excitedly put the bike back together and filled it up with gas.

And that was my problem.

What I should have done was clean the tank first. You see, my bike (and tank) are old. I ride a 1994 Dyna WideGlide. It has over 200,000 kms. With the tank empty for five months, rust built up in it. Rust that I should have cleaned out before reinstalling it.

The rust made it through the filter and into my carb.

After trying a whole bunch of things, I finally figured out what was going on. And so, a few weeks ago, I pulled the tank back off, cleaned it out (filling it half full with soap & water, dropping in about a dozen nuts and bolts, and shaking it like mad). After it was cleaned, I “Kreemed” the tank. Basically putting a new coating inside the tank. Rust problem was solved.

Or so I thought. I still had issues with the carb. I was still getting a bit of crap in the gas. Finally, this weekend, I figured it out. The accelerator pump has a diaphragm that was breaking apart.

So, new kit is ordered and should be in tomorrow. Hopefully by this time tomorrow, the bike will be up and running like new.

So, why am I calling this post “The Bond”? Great question. Glad you asked.

During this entire ordeal, many of you have seen my comments about enjoying Heather’s bike. She has been great at letting me take out her 2002 Electra Glide whenever mine was on the fritz. I’ve probably put as many miles on her bike as on mine this year. And, I love her bike. In fact, I have basically converted over to the “couch-side” and am ready to give up the Dyna for a little more comfort.

That is until I get on my Dyna. When she’s running right, I fall in love all over again. There is a connection that I have with this bike. One that is difficult to explain. One that only a few people – those who ride – can understand. We’ve been across the U.S. together. She never let me down once during that long road trip.

As I sit here tonight, in my backyard, with the garage open, I look over at her. She’s sitting there patiently. Her carb is apart. I don’t think she’s enjoying this any more than I am. She wants to run. She wants to roar. She wants me to take her out for a good long ride.

Hopefully this week.

During the month of June, I’m speaking at two churches. Along with my regular duties at Bikers’ Church, I’ve been invited to do a series at Greenbelt Baptist Church. I’m loving the opportunity to share a month of sermon’s with the good folks at Greenbelt.

I’ve been sharing a series called, “When Warriors Dream.” It’s a series about living out your purpose and believing that God has called you to experience a full life with him. Each week, I’ve been offering principles that will help us dream “God-sized” dreams.

The first principle I shared is one that I believe many people struggle with. Basically, the principle says that before you will ever do anything, you need to understand who you are. Actually, that’s the “sanitized” version of it. Really, the principle suggests that before you can do anything for God, you must see yourself the way God sees you.

Let’s face it, we are often our own biggest critic. After I preach, I can be harder on myself than any negative email I might receive. Most of us see ourselves as less than we are. We consider others as more talented, more popular, more gifted. When we are asked to get involved, most of us wonder what on earth we can contribute.

Gideon was a guy who seemed to have nothing to offer. He was a coward. He hid from challenge and conflict. He was one of the least likely warriors in the Bible. And yet, God eventually used him as a great leader. Gideon is seen as an incredible man of faith who was willing to risk everything for the sake of his calling.

What changed for him? What caused him to go from being a coward who hid whenever the enemy showed up to a man who led a small army of 300 into battle?

One thing. He finally saw himself the way God saw him.

How did God see him? The Bible tells us in Judges 6:12. An angel appears to Gideon and calls him a “Mighty Warrior.” A warrior? Gideon?

And yet, that is who he was. It took some time, but soon Gideon began to believe it. He believed that God was right in how he saw him. The rest, as they say, is history.

Look, you might not have an angel speak to you while you’re hiding out from the enemy. You may never have to led 300 men into battle. But God has a calling – a purpose – for your life. He has something special for you to accomplish.

But it begins with seeing yourself as God sees you. You’re not a failure. You’re not worthless. You’re not insignificant. God sees you first and foremost as his child. One he loves deeply. You are his and that is not a small thing.

So begin to dream, mighty warrior. Allow God to work through you and be amazed at what you can accomplish when you simply believe you are who he says you are.

I apologize in advance for my non-techie followers, but this post is all about computer technology – specifically Apple’s iPad. Mind you, even if computers are not of much interest to you, I think you might find this post interesting.

It was almost two weeks ago when I bought my iPad. I picked mine up the day after the international launch. I thought it was time to share my initial thoughts about the device.

Now, I’m going to assume that you’ve heard of the iPad. If you haven’t, then you should jump over to the Apple Website and read up on it a little. It is a device you will be hearing about much more over the next few years.

When Apple released the iPhone, they called it revolutionary. And it was. It still is. Love it or hate it, no one can deny that the iPhone changed the entire industry. The majority of phones being released today have touch screens. Most are compared only against the iPhone. Some measure up, most don’t.

I believe in the next year, the same will happen with the iPad. We will see all kinds of companies come out with tablet computers. In fact, I believe the iPad will kill off the netbook market completely and companies will focus on building full scale laptops and tablet computers.

Is the iPad good? Let’s just say that there are still times, two weeks after getting the device, where I’ll go to do something on it, and will be amazed at how incredible it is. It has changed 80% of my computer habits. Almost everything I do is now done on the iPad. From watching video clips, reading blogs, doing my daily Bible reading, writing sermons, researching data, reading the daily newspapers, all of it is a joy to do on the iPad. In fact, I replaced my MacBook Pro with an iPad and a MacMini and have not regretted the decision for one moment.

Tonight and this weekend, I will preach from the iPad. I’m still needing to figure out the best system for  doing this (it will become obvious once Apple’s iBook APP supports PDF files). For now, I’m trying two different systems. One is an APP called Fast PDF which mimics iBooks, and the other is taking screen shots of each page of my notes and using a photo slide show.

Who is the iPad good for? Well, I think it’s the perfect machine for just about everyone. The only people I think would find it limiting are those who use specialized software, or those who do video editing. The average computer user – the one who primarily uses a computer for email, web surfing, videos, music, blogs, etc., will find the iPad a great system.

One of the blogs I follow showed this video today. It’s a 99 year old woman working on an iPad. It’s her first computer, and she demonstrates just how simple this device is to use.

So, what do you think? iPad users: what apps are you loving?