Daytona Bike Week

Ministering at Daytona
By Bruce White

This year a few Inspiration Riders went to Daytona Bike Week. Bike Week can be a lot of fun, but the main reason you’ll see us there is for ministry. We long to share the Gospel of Jesus with others, to lend a hand at biker events, or just be a friend when we see someone in need.

One evening a few of us met a waitress who I’ll call Angie, (not her real name). Angie is a single mother of two, and has known some hard times for someone so young. She told us that her oldest son asked her recently, “Who is Jesus?” Her son’s question touched her heart. She felt like he needed to know who Jesus was and she enrolled him in Sunday School at a local Church.

We were able to share the Gospel with Angie and offer her some encouragement. She was eager to listen and promised to teach what we had shared to her children. We left her a tract to help her on her journey of knowing Christ, and I pray that Angie will take to heart what she heard from us.

Opportunities like this one are what the CMA member lives for. What a joy it was to share the love of God with Angie. That’s why we ware the patch, and that’s why we go to events like Daytona Bike Week.

When you see us wearing the CMA patch, ask us why we wear it. We won’t preach at you, we’ll just tell you that Jesus loves us, and He wants you to know that He loves you, too.”

THE RIDE HOME
By Bruce White

All good things must come to an end, so on Saturday, March 8, I began my ride home from Daytona. The Interstate system is a great way to get where you’re going fast, but let’s face it, it’s BORING! For my ride home I decided to take the US Highways and see a little of our great country. Here’s a few of the things that I saw that I would have missed if I had taken the Interstate.

One thing you’ll not find off the next exit is Gram’s Kitchen. The food was fantastic, and the walls were covered with motorcycle memorabilia and painted saw blades.

In south Georgia I discovered the roadside grave of one of our southern heroes, 1st LT Elias Whiddon, CSA, 1838-1865. As I continued north I passed Texas Longhorn cattle ranches, Bison ranches, pecan groves, and peach orchards. I saw Canadian geese on ponds covered with lilies, and American flags flying from front porches. I rode through small town squares with red brick courthouses and monuments to Confederate soldiers, and passed many a cotton field.

Riding the back roads takes longer, but if you love to ride there’s nothing like slowing down to smell the chicken ranch.

Happy riding, and I’ll see you on the back roads.