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help from my family or
Synagogue.
In college, I met the woman
who would become my wife. It was
love at first sight, even though my
son doesn’t believe in such a thing.
Married now for 40 amazing
years, and with two wonderful
sons (and two wonderful daughters-in-law),
both my wife and I
(she was raised as a Catholic) were
looked upon as heretics of a sort
(me, far more so than her) for getting
married in a Catholic church,
across religious battle lines.
It was at my first real professional
job that I met a coworker
who became a great friend. We
would often have lunch together
and I would notice that he paused
before taking that first bite of his
egg salad sandwich “Why are you
pausing before you eat?” I would
ask. “Giving thanks,” he said. “To
who, for what?” I joked. “To God,
for my food,” was his answer. So,
we got to talking about evolution,
the big bang, cannibals on native
islands, and every other rabbit
hole I could run to. Finally, firmly
and very uncharacteristically, he
told me that I had a decision to
make about my eternity. Where
would I go if I died that night? It
shook me. I hurriedly finished my
lunch and went back to my desk. I
could not concentrate on my work.
After two hours of that, I went
over to my friend’s desk. He looked
up at me, turned from his work
and smiled. I told him that I couldn’t
work, that I felt terrible. He
smiled bigger. He knew what my
turmoil meant for my eternity. I
had received Christ.
It was a year or so later that my
wife accepted Christ as her personal
Savior. After telling her of a
bad dream I had of us watching a
nuclear war unfolding in front of
us, she said “you don’t have to
worry about me anymore”.
Naturally, after being blessed
with two sons (four years apart),
we knew, as for me and our house,
we would follow the Lord.
Steve talked about how we both
were interested in anything with a
motor, cars, go-karts, model cars
and airplanes, and motorcycles.
He didn’t mention how we came to
CMA. After meeting CMA folks at a
booth at a motorcycle show, I was
intrigued. Steve joined CMA, and
later I joined, wanting to be part of
a group of Christians who rode,
rather than a bunch of riders who
were Christian. The emphasis on
the ministry of CMA, of reaching a
group of folks that maybe we only
can reach, drew me. Talking to
some really big dude, who looks
like he could tear my arm off and
beat me over the head with it,
wasn’t nearly as scary once we
connected about our two wheels.
Those same big dudes (little dudes
too), ask for prayer for their
Moms, their kids, themselves. It
has been a joy and a privilege to
be selected and used by God in this
way. It is an even greater joy to
have a son with which to share it
so closely. I love you, Steve! CMA
Stephen is chaplain of Passion Riders #1144 in
Carrollton, Texas. Larry is chaplain of Light House
Riders #923 in Mount Laurel, New Jersey.
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