We had biker church yesterday and my son delivered the sermon. He started out talking about the words to the song “Amazing Grace” and said that he was going to be very honest. The word “retch” meant morally reprehensible. He said that he never made a conscious decision to become morally reprehensible, it was a slow process of downward steps. Every time he took a step down, he became accustomed to that level.
He was buying pills from a guy who got all stoned, hit a car and killed a man. He was going to the pen for manslaughter and my son asked him how he was dealing with it. The guy said, “It’s no big deal, two years.” My son said, “No, I mean the fact that you killed somebody.” The guy just shrugged it off, “It was his time.” This made my son think, as low as he had sunken in life, at least he was above this. How could this man not feel anything and continue to do the same things like driving stoned? To just write off this man’s life as “It was his time.” It made him take a measure of his life.
He then said that he never made a conscious decision to become a pipe fitter, that he never had a clear goal of where his life was going. He did know how he was going to get there, on a bike. He knew that he wanted to be a biker. He began to speak about all of the fine bikes parked outside of the church. He then said “If you are the kind of person that has to leave your bike on a trickle charger or jump it off just to ride, that you aren’t a real biker, you are a poser. What are you doing? Polishing your skills? When are you actually going to use what you have?
He then said that he wishes that God had given him the skill that he wanted, such as to be able to sing or play music, to make people feel and think with his music. But God had not chosen that gift for him. Instead, God gave him the ability to memorize words such as bible verses. He then recited the Sermon on the mount, every word of it, the entire thing. I was amazed at how he could remember so much scripture as was everyone else. He had lost his voice doing a supplied air job and his voice was very rough, but that added to the quality of the sermon. Here was this young man, covered with tattoos speaking in a gravely voice, but the message was clear and abundant.
He wrapped it up by again asking, when are you going to use what you have? When are you going to spread God’s word? What are you doing, still polishing your skills after six years? He spoke about the prison ministry that he works with. After church they rode to the prison to bring the word to those who were lost. Another man spoke briefly and said that most bikers were going to biker bars today, but they too were going to bars, prison bars. This December they will feed thousands of prison guards as people fly in from all over to participate in bringing the word to the prisons. He did a great job, I was very proud.
He was buying pills from a guy who got all stoned, hit a car and killed a man. He was going to the pen for manslaughter and my son asked him how he was dealing with it. The guy said, “It’s no big deal, two years.” My son said, “No, I mean the fact that you killed somebody.” The guy just shrugged it off, “It was his time.” This made my son think, as low as he had sunken in life, at least he was above this. How could this man not feel anything and continue to do the same things like driving stoned? To just write off this man’s life as “It was his time.” It made him take a measure of his life.
He then said that he never made a conscious decision to become a pipe fitter, that he never had a clear goal of where his life was going. He did know how he was going to get there, on a bike. He knew that he wanted to be a biker. He began to speak about all of the fine bikes parked outside of the church. He then said “If you are the kind of person that has to leave your bike on a trickle charger or jump it off just to ride, that you aren’t a real biker, you are a poser. What are you doing? Polishing your skills? When are you actually going to use what you have?
He then said that he wishes that God had given him the skill that he wanted, such as to be able to sing or play music, to make people feel and think with his music. But God had not chosen that gift for him. Instead, God gave him the ability to memorize words such as bible verses. He then recited the Sermon on the mount, every word of it, the entire thing. I was amazed at how he could remember so much scripture as was everyone else. He had lost his voice doing a supplied air job and his voice was very rough, but that added to the quality of the sermon. Here was this young man, covered with tattoos speaking in a gravely voice, but the message was clear and abundant.
He wrapped it up by again asking, when are you going to use what you have? When are you going to spread God’s word? What are you doing, still polishing your skills after six years? He spoke about the prison ministry that he works with. After church they rode to the prison to bring the word to those who were lost. Another man spoke briefly and said that most bikers were going to biker bars today, but they too were going to bars, prison bars. This December they will feed thousands of prison guards as people fly in from all over to participate in bringing the word to the prisons. He did a great job, I was very proud.
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) and I'm now reading a 3rd book so that next time they come knocking I will be better prepared to respond to them. 