About once a year, Cliff and I attend this church, a fifteen-minute drive from our house. I like it because they are so casual there. It's OK if you want to dress up, but most folks there do not. And the Harley riders are present in leather vests, sporting their tattoos and long hair, just as you'd expect.
I've known the preacher, Bob, for years. He used to attend the same Church I did, back when he simply had a motorcycle ministry. He has a great sense of humor, and goes on longer that most preachers these days, but he holds my attention. The man has always seemed to have a genuine love and concern for people.
I wish I'd taken time to read the whole story about the Harley that sits inside the vestibule. It's right on the wall by the bike.