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“Can we help you?” growled the one wearing a brilliant blue skullcap.
“Uh, yes, I…I’m here to see Jen and Ron.” Pastor Graham tried hard not to stare. Both of the men wore sleeveless, black t-shirts, with denim vests, and black leather chaps over their jeans. Their massive arms were decorated with colorful tattoos. Graham felt overdressed in his tan Dockers and light blue polo shirt. The only leather he wore was on the sole of his shoes and a thin belt around his waist.
“He’s the preacher dude, Dog,” said the bald headed one. He put out his hand. Graham shook hands with him, “Glad to meet you. I’m Red and this is Dog. We’re the ushers.”
Pastor Graham shook Dog’s hand also and felt tension leave his body. “Glad to met you both.”
“Are you ready, Preacher?”
“Well, actually, I go by Pastor Graham.”
“Sure, ok. Dog, stay here and watch. This way, Pastor G.” Red pointed towards the park. The scenery was breath taking. Tall, mature oak trees, flowerbeds filled with wonderful spring colors and luscious green grass; but Pastor Graham’s eyes zeroed in the choppers lined up forming an aisle.
Red and Pastor Graham walked towards the area where the wedding ceremony was to take place. The bride, Jen, was dressed in a long, flowing dress made of lace. She stood almost six foot tall. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back. The groom attire was a black leather vest with large silver rivets, zippers and chains and black leather pants. Thick, heavy worn boots completed his outfit. His hair was a piece of patriotic artwork with red, white and blue spikes.
Jen saw them and motioned to them. “We’re all here, Pastor G. Let’s get started.”
Ron, the groom, put two fingers in his mouth and the shrill whistle signaled everyone to his or her bike. As the bride walked down the aisle on the arm of her father, the bikers, one by one, fired up their choppers. Her father gave her a kiss on the cheek and she joined the groom. That was the cue to kill the motors.
In the silence, Pastor Graham preformed the standard wedding ceremony and then pronounced them husband and wife. The best man turn to the crowd and screamed, “Let’s party!”
The crowd quickly gathered around to hug, kiss and congratulation the happy couple. He waited for his turn to wish them the best when the bride raised a glass. “I want to make a toast to all of you. You guys are the best. You’re just like my family.”
To her maid of honor, Shelley, she said, “You’ve been just like a sister to me.”
Shelley crushed the bride with a hug, “No, no, Jenny, it’s you who has been a sister to me!” With an arm still around her, Shelley continued, “Remember when I lost my baby last year? I wanted to die, but you were there with me.” Shelley looked at everyone; “You were all there to help.”
“Well, you were there bringing me groceries when I broke my leg,” someone said.
“And Jen, you and Ron were there when my old man passed away,” someone interrupted.
Pastor Graham was going to leave, but found he couldn’t. For ten minutes he listened as they shared stories of friends helping friends, family helping family in time of need. The genuine care and love was honest, open and…well, refreshing. Graham realized he was receiving a lesson. People want to be part of something real and life giving. The church can help create this. If his congregation would behave like this, from their hearts, they would be very close to being the church Jesus had intended.
Red found his way to Pastor Graham’s side. “Hey, Pastor G, want some beer or a sandwich?”
“Thanks Red, but I have another appointment.”
“Ah, that’s too bad. Hey, I know Ron doesn’t say a lot, but he’s really glad you’re here, man. He and Jen both talk a lot about you, Pastor G. You’re the real thing.”
Pastor Graham looked at Red, seeing him through different eyes. “Thanks, but what I saw and heard today, that’s the real thing.”
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