As you may know by now I’m a motorcycle freak. I love bikes. But more than that I love old school stripped down, barely anything on them bikes. Just take a gander at my bike… Bare-knuckled and balls to the wall is what I’m into.
This is one of the reasons that I so drawn to what they are doing at Deus Ex Machina. Great bikes that strip it down and just look awesome. What I have strived for with both my Harley and my GSX-R1100 are mirrors of what they are doing to their bikes. What I accomplish looks okay, but they make it look divine.
What does that say about me? Can anything be learned about the way I look at motorcycles? I don’t know, but I know I hold a similar view when it comes to jeeps. The more spartan the better. I like my jeeps stripped down. In fact, the last jeep I had I took the top off and sold it. Who needs one anyway?
I don’t think I would go so far as to say that I’m a minimalist by any stretch, but I do like simple. Often, as I think about H2O Church one of the things that draws me to it is the simple ways in which we do some things. Granted, we are not always simple but we have remained simple in some critical ways I believe. We don’t have a light show or display. Just lights. We aren’t trying to be cool, just trying to be ourselves.
That’s what appeals to me about bare-knuckled motorcycles and spartan jeeps… they are just being who they are and nothing else. That’s what I want to be. Just me. Nothing more and nothing less. God has created me, and then he redeemed me inspire of myself. I am here as a redeemed piece of creation. That’s it. I’m broken and beat up, but I’m also redeemed and repaired. You may see the scars, but God has healed me.
I want to move beyond the pretense and present you with an Eli that is honest, authentic and real. I don’t use those as buzz words to draw attention to myself. I am who I am. What you see is what you get. I’m loud, obnoxious, abrasive, crude and gentle, reliable, kind, funny and sarcastic.
Why do we feel that we have to prove ourselves to each other? Good question. The answer? Probably has more to do with the insecurities we harbor and refuse to give up than anything else. For years, I tried to prove myself to everyone. I did so because I hated who I was on the inside. I was ashamed of myself. And as such, I had to prove to you that I deserved the respect Iw as demanding. Not anymore. I am who I am whether you like me or not. God loves me enough to die for me. I;m not giving myself a free pass to be a donkey to you… I’m suggesting if we stopped trying to be who other people want us to be and instead attempted to be who God wants us to be maybe we could all be a little more honest, authentic and real.
I’m drawn to motorcycles like my own and the Deus machines because they leave the pretense at the door and arrive in style as themselves and nothing else.
I want to be like that.