Lords Knights Mar 19

Lord’s Knights #480 March 2019
Chaplain's
Messa s Message
Greetings LKs. March is in February is gone. We had a great time of fellowship and hearing
the message delivered by our regional evangelist. We also were treated to a very entertaining
video that showed comparisons of the different classes of motorcycles to spaceships that have
been depicted in movies. (I can't remember a single one, but it was entertaining.)
I do remember what Tom Pallozolo said about us being a bunch of misfits,
ornery, cantankerous outcasts who have been set apart by God for work in
the motorcycle mission field. That is a very good description of us
(especially me). I sure can relate to what the apostle Paul said in 1 Timothy
1:15 that he describes as a "trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance:
Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners - of whom I am the worst". I
guess that's a good thing because I can better relate to bikers with those same
attributes. HA!
Here's an example; I was out on a ride by myself last week (that's what grouchy old bikers
do when they're too grumpy to be around) and I stopped off at Iron Steed HD to go in and look
at things I didn't want, didn't need, or couldn't afford and when I got ready to leave I noticed
another grumpy old biker (like me) leaving about the same time. I nodded at him but I could
tell that my CMA vest didn't impress him or give me the privilege of a return nod. So out we
went to our bikes and as I was fumbling around I kept glancing over toward him, who was
already in the saddle with helmet on and bike running with nose in the air. (Man am I grumpy!)
So I get mounted up with a few rude thoughts running through my head when off he goes. (Off
the bike that is.) He hadn't quite figured it out that when you roll on the throttle and let out the
clutch that you have to have the front wheel fairly in line with the rest of the motorcycle.
Sooo... there he is with the bike running and his right leg pinned underneath. OH BOY! I
jumped off my bike and ran over and JUMPED on the side of his motorcycle and began
yelling... "see what happens when you mess"... I did not!!! I would never do that. I grabbed his
heavenward pointed handlebar and lifted his bike off of him. He was cussing (himself) and
jumped up and helped me finish bringing the bike to the position best suited for riding (that'd
be upright). He muttered "I haven't done that in 10 years." I thought "Hmm." But I said, "Wish
I had a nickel for every time that's happened to me." He barely got out a stiff, "thanks", and I
slapped him on his shoulder and and said, "No worries. Keep it upright." We kind of chuckled
and when I made sure he was okay to saddle up I left him to lick his wounded ego and I
(strutted) back... (no I did not) to my bike and let him roll out before me. Who knows; maybe
he'll remember what a CMAer did for him and visit our chapter some day. The main thing was
that we were there when he needed. That's who we are and what we do. The seed is planted.
Praise the Lord.
In His Armor, By His Spirit, Tom
Christian Motorcyclists Association