Bikers, Leathers, And God
This where I reveal something about myself. After all, this blog is my designated, ‘Hey! This is who I am’ corner. 
I am a Christian, that is I believe that Christ was much more than a prophet and that he gave his life as dedication to the love of God. But, I don’t think myself as the perfect Christian by any means. My knees are pretty beat up from the falls and I don’t take organized religion seriously as an organ of God.
Not only was I a practicing (confused, but practicing) Catholic for well over half of my life, I have attended services in many different churches. In these experiences, I found some disturbing beliefs and interpretations of what it means to be a good Christian. Even the ever popular King James Bible is an interpretation. All the religious services I attended had a message stating that their religion was the only religion recognized by God; which I found especially disturbing in the case of one religion in particular. The religion is barely 100 years old and the pastor preached God’s violence instead of his love, as well as singling out and naming parishioners as devious sinners. I feel that spreading the word of God (which is love) is not being a hammer and driving the message into the skulls of those around you, but spreading the word is about teaching. Teaching is always done best by example.
All that being said, I want to talk about a church service I will try to attend at least once. Posted at the WSAZ website was an article posted about a new Sunday service in Charleston West Virginia. It is held at what is known as The Chariot House, and is organized by bikers.
‘The long hair, the earrings, the patches, the bikes – it all seems to go together for an image to a point that scares people,’ said Steve Ray, who’s another founder of the group. ‘If the other churches don’t want them there or they can’t feel welcome, that’s what we’re for.’
There were some amazing statements made about the church, such as the fact that there will be a rotation of seven ministers to handle the Sunday services and that all, even non-bikers were welcome. What caught my eye above all was the statement that there is no collection plate, just a bread box in the back of church for donations.
So, maybe I was too quick to judge all organized religions.
Damn; another scraped knee.
