Motorcycle Riders

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When I was ten years old, I caught the “motorcycle bug.” From then on I was determined to own a motorcycle. I learned all I could about them and worked hard until I finally bought my own. It was all I had ever dreamed of.

Riding fast and hard with some of my buddies led to a new dream — motorcycle fame! And so I became a motorcycle racer.

Racing brought years of thrills, spills and chills. But one day everything changed in a second! On a Sunday afternoon while highway racing alone in the country, I miscalculated and took a corner too fast. I ended up in the ditch with a severely broken leg and other injuries. Two hours passed before an ambulance arrived.

As the ambulance went screaming to the hospital, we collided with another vehicle! I was thrown through the windshield of the ambulance, broken leg and all. I arrived at the hospital broken, battered and bleeding. I didn’t expect to have long to live.

I remember hearing once that a person should be sure he dies right, because if he dies wrong, he can’t come back and die right. I knew if I died, I would die wrong — without God and without hope.

Up until then, I had pushed God out of my life. I figured that if I found out what God had to say to me in the Bible, I would have to give up the passion of my reckless lifestyle. So when anything “religious” crossed my path, I would quickly get rid of it and quiet my conscience. No matter how I tried NOT to think about death and God, that “still small voice” kept coming back to remind me that I would meet God.

I felt very alone in that hospital with death hovering over me, but most of the time my mind was clear. This time He got my attention. I understood that if a person dies without God, he dies alone — completely alone. Then I remembered hearing that those who receive Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour will have eternal life. “That whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life” (John 3:15). That would be dying right! There on the hospital bed I obeyed the gospel. I knew I was a pretty big sinner, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Saviour, and God saved my soul … just as He promised.

Maybe you’re not a big sinner like me; maybe you’re only a little sinner. It doesn’t make much difference, because the Bible shows that it only takes one sin to keep a person out of Heaven!

I never did reach my goal of motorcycle fame, but I have received something far more fulfilling and worthwhile. With Christ as my Saviour, I have peace … peace with God … peace from a troubled conscience … peace that passes all understanding … peace the world can never give. Instead of the short-lived pleasures of sin, I have joy and happiness in this life, and I’ll have it forever in Heaven.

Bible Truth Publishers

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