God on a Harley: A Spiritual Fable
By Joan Brady
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At thirty-seven, Christine Moore has an overwhelming case of burnout with a frustrating career, a few dead-end romances, and a less-than-perfect figure. Little does she know her life is about to change in a way she could’ve never imagined.
“Come out of the shadows, Christine. You’ve spent far too much time hiding in shadows.”
These words are spoken to her by a gorgeous man astride a 1340cc Harley-Davidson, mysteriously parked on a moonlit beach near her home. Inexplicably drawn to this stranger—who seems to know everything about her—Christine finds herself surrendering to his words.
So begins her remarkable voyage of the spirit that sets her heart and soul free. Suddenly appreciating every precious moment of life, Christine discovers the six wonderous steps that lead to ultimate peace and joy.
“A whimsical tale of a journey toward spiritual fulfillment” (Publishers Weekly), God on a Harley is the perfect gift for everyone who’s had a broken heart but still believes in genuine happiness. Need a lift?
Joan Brady
Joan Brady is a freelance writer, a registered nurse, and a former lifeguard. She lives in California and is the author of several books, including God on a Harley.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A lighthearted, inspirational story. It's a great "feel-good" story and will definitely lift your spirit. I have not only read this book on a few occassions (and it has yet to fail to lift me up and make me feel good) but I've also suggested this read to so many of my friends/family/neighbors/etc. I think everyone could use something (in this case, a wonderful story) that lifts their spirit and makes them feel good. It's short enough to read in an afternoon, if that's what you like, for a quick "pick-me-up". Obviously, I've truly enjoyed this book and do everytime I pick it up. I hope others enjoy it as much. Please know that this is MY review, which in turn means that it is only MY opinion and interpretation of what, to me, is an absolute BREATH OF FRESH AIR type of story. Of course, not everyone will agree, so I hope those that don't, find thier OWN wonderful story, one that makes them smile and lightens their hearts. Good reading to all.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Too much of a description about the surroundings and the god attire, it’s gets boring
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A simple, swift read, but full of smart ways to live your life fully. You can see yourself in the examples.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5God on a Harley by Joan BradyChristine Moore, a surgical trauma nurse nearing burn out, returns to New Jersey and to her long ago job. Believing that she has finally gotten over a bad relationship with one of the staff doctors, she braves running into him again. After the fateful encounter, Christine decides to go out for a drink and runs into Joe. Joe is only there to help her understand how to best live her life. For Christine, there are only 6 commandments and she seems to be a very quick learner.Very inspirational, not in a religious way that the title might imply. Everyone needs someone who believes in them and their right to be happy and content with their life. The life lessons in this book can be applied to anyone while the ideas, concepts and hopes can be a part of everyone. Joe gives another option for believing in God. This book encourages and enlightens without preaching with simple and light humor. This is a small book, a very quick and easy read with long lasting effects to anyone who takes it to heart.For some, the definition of 5 star rating is if you would re-read a book...... I re-read this book every summer.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What a good inspiration novel with a message. The author has a unique way of introducing people to God and his true love for us. Someone may read this novel, where they may not read a "Christian" book. I found it very entertaining. It was funny it parts and sad in others. It was a short read, I read it an afternoon.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5First, I have to say unless you have an open mind about who God is this book will drive you nuts. I have friends who would be so offended by this book's portrayal of God that they probably couldn't have finished it. They are good people with a strong faith but are pretty close minded about the possibility of God being something other than what the bible says. This book makes him seem like a pretty loosey goosey laid back sort....the opposite of what the the bible portrays. I have a much more open mind about who God is...but hitched a little on a couple parts (like where God was like, eh...I make mistakes too). I have problems that this smart female character would not have like 10 millions questions for God...I mean seriously...if we are to believe God came into her life for the sake of her story...we might expect her to have a few more questions....The print is large---think reader's digest large print style and not very long...so this makes for a pretty quick read. It didn't change my life but it did give me some things to think about. The message is good and the book is short and sweet so I recommend reading it if you have an open mind about your faith. It isn't profound...but it's worth your time.
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God on a Harley - Joan Brady
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I’LL BE THE FIRST TO admit I never understood why they call it The Garden State. I especially didn’t understand why, after a seven-year sabbatical on the West Coast, I actually felt happy to be back in New Jersey. After all, everyone pictures New Jersey with the noxious, industrial fumes hovering over the turnpike in Newark rather than the lush, autumn foliage of the Garden State Parkway. Our state is the butt of every joke on the late-night talk shows, and never do they mention what a good sense of humor we have for enduring all the derogatory remarks. They also wrongly assume we Jersey-ites have a collective inferiority complex from living right next door to New York, the city that never sleeps. No matter. We’re not the ones who got bombed by terrorists either. Maybe someone finally figured we’ve had enough hard luck.
Let the critics laugh. We have something New Yorkers will never have, the Jersey shore. Anyone who’s spent even one moonlit or sunlit hour here, will tell you how it can stir the latent romance that dwells in even the most cynical New Yorker’s soul. Jay Leno and the gang can make all the Joisey
jokes they want, but that’s because they’ve probably never seen it when the white surf is pounding the salt into the evening air and the moon looks like an orange English muffin popping out of a toaster of clouds.
That’s how it looked the first night I drove along Interstate 95 and finally pulled up in front of my new apartment complex only five blocks from the beach. I’d made the arrangements from Los Angeles over the phone and had driven cross-country in only four days. For some reason, I’d felt an urgency to get back to all that was familiar to me, and credit cards and fax machines made that kind of a move incredibly simple. Expensive maybe, but incredibly simple.
In a way, it even felt good to be back in the old familiar corridors of Valley Community Hospital. In spite of dire warnings from West Coast friends who said I’d have a hard time getting a nursing position, thanks to the rampant downsizing
of hospitals lately, I immediately got a job. Ironically, I was hired back into my old position of three-to-eleven Charge Nurse on the Surgical Trauma Unit. Even though I was suffering from a world-class case of nursing burnout, there was a certain comfort in the familiarity of the well-worn hallways and stairwells that held so much history for me. I felt something like a battle-weary soldier who found himself inexplicably drawn to the trenches and foxholes where, at one time, he had fought for his very life.
During the fifteen years of my nursing career, I’d worked in hospitals all across the country in a never-ending search for a nursing job that didn’t deplete my very soul. I never found one I could bear to make permanent, and now it seemed, I had come full circle. I was back where it all had started, and the memories, most of them unpleasant, intruded like uninvited guests. I must have walked at least a million miles through these old, paint-chipped corridors and climbed the back stairs enough times to circle the moon. The gray, cement-block walls were the same ones I’d leaned against many a night, so bone-tired that my back felt like a pack mule and my feet felt like two dead clumps of flesh hanging off my ankles.
But there had been an up side too. I’d managed to fall in love a time or two in this old, crumbling House of Wretchedness. Oh, those were the days. Stolen kisses in empty elevators. Steamy moments in deserted stairwells. Faces obscured by surgical masks with eyes that said things that lips never could. Love among the ruins. Irrepressible love that sprang up among the drama and agony of an inner city hospital, like blades of grass that manage to push their way through and thrive in the cracks of a concrete sidewalk. I was young and romantic then. I had dreams of falling madly in love and getting married. Dreams that died a painful and lingering death.
Now here I was again, back in the ring for round two, but not at all prepared for it. I comforted myself with the fact that at least I was older and hopefully wiser now. I would never allow anyone to stomp on my heart again, the way Greg had all those years ago. I had put all those feelings to sleep long ago, seven years ago to be exact, and I didn’t want anyone trying to revive them. No heroics for this old heart. Just leave it alone and let it die of natural causes. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. Cardiac euthanasia, I supposed.
Every time I start a new job, I force myself to get off the floor and have my dinner at a table like a civilized human being, instead of taking hurried gulps of food between watching cardiac monitors, signing off charts, and paging doctors. My resolve never lasts longer than the first week, but I always start out with good intentions.
It was only my third day back, so I was still intent on actually taking my allotted thirty-minute dinner hour.
I rounded a corner and entered the hospital cafeteria, which was now called the dining room in a pathetic administrative attempt to compete with other hospitals for patients, or clients,
as they were now called. The sign over the door and the furniture may have been new, but the entrée was still the same old unidentifiable chicken dish they’d served seven years ago. It might even have been the very same chicken, for all I knew. I watched passively as a morbidly obese, pimply-faced, young man wearing a chef’s hat plopped the bland looking hodgepodge onto my plate. I paid for my poison and took it to a window seat in the far corner of the room, secretly glad that the six o’clock rush was long over and that I wouldn’t have to be sociable with anyone. I just wasn’t in the mood.
I was either temporarily spaced-out or having some kind of petit mal seizure as I stared blankly out the badly smudged cafeteria window. It wasn’t until I felt a rather large hand trespassing on my shoulder, accompanied by a familiar male voice, that I was able to break my thousand-yard stare out into the sultry June night.
Christine,
an awestruck voice uttered softly.
Greg Anderson. I recognized his baritone even before turning around. It was a voice that, seven years ago, had sung me love songs, whispered X-rated sentiments into my eager ear . . . and dropped a hand grenade into my heart.
I knew I’d have to run into him sooner or later, I had just hoped it would be later. I hadn’t prepared a speech yet, though I’d rehearsed at least a few dozen different versions during the endless ride through Texas on Interstate 10. None of them said exactly what I wanted so much to communicate, namely that no man had ever wounded me the way he had and that I hadn’t been able to love anyone else since the day he pulled the plug on our relationship. I had watched from my window that day as he drove away, and I’d had to bite the drapes to keep from begging him to come back. I wanted him to feel very guilty now for his lack of commitment to me, but not guilty enough to rule out seeing me again.
Greg.
I smiled, doing my best impression of someone who has moved beyond the pain and on with her own life. I hooked my foot around the chair next to me and shoved it away from the table. Sit down. Please.
I beckoned with what I hoped was a new and alluring maturity.
He seemed relieved to encounter graciousness as he lowered his gangly six foot frame into the chair beside me. I suppose he expected the verbal daggers I used to hurl at him in the old days, but seven years is a long time, and I wanted to prove to him how far I’d come in all those years. Besides, I didn’t want him to know how much it still hurt to look into those warm hazel eyes of his