Every once in awhile something happens at Bikers’ Church that reminds me again of the kind of family this group truly is. This time is was how so many came together to support one of our own. The mother of one of our members passed away late last week after a long battle with cancer. Her death was not a surprise — the family was expecting her to go within weeks.
Still, yesterday I watched as so many of our members showed up at the gathering that was held in her honour. Most had never met this woman, and yet they were there — many taking time off work to do so. They came because one of their own — a brother — was grieving the loss of his mom. And that’s what family does.
I always feel bad for churches that are messed up, divided, battling with each other. I feel sorry for the people who are caught up in such silliness. I’ve been a part of churches like that, and the last word you would use to describe them is “family.”
Perhaps it’s because I’ve been a part of churches that are full of the nonsense that I find myself truly appreciating what we have at Bikers’ Church. It is a family. There is a genuine love for each other.
Last week, another of our members was in an accident. He was fine — walked away with just some damage to his bike. And even in that case, the number of people who responded with well-wishes and prayers was truly amazing.
It’s just so cool. I love these people. My family.
