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| Philippians 2:1-3
1 If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion,
2 then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love,
being one in spirit and purpose.
3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.
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| United Christian Bikers International
A Division of: United Association of Christian Chaplains and Counselors International, since 1975 “UNITED BY CHRIST” Philippians 2:1-3 Looking for a Christian group to have Ministry and fun with?
Coast to Coast Members
(Riders and Non Riders Alike) Serving Christ and making a difference in the biker community
| | I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the line at the grocery store. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant. But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the disaster victims.
I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys over to the homeless.
I saw you, stare at my long hair .But, you didn't see me,and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks Of Love.
I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.
I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me,
cry as my children where born and have their names written over and in my heart.
I saw you, change lanes without signaling, while rushing off to go somewhere. But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me,when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me,
pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you, on a cell phone, reading a map as you drove down the road.But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me,
get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me,trying to turn right.
I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me, leave the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker, . . . . .A person with friends and a family. But, you didn't see me. ~ Anonymous ~ We need to remember this as we go about our daily lives and activities this could be any one of us, and remember to have Jesus on our side. In HIS Service The Motorcycle Outreach Ministry Team | |
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