  Last night, we shared communion together at church. It was a sweet time. We had an Open Mic time for sharing. The first one to share was Butch. Butch is a legitimate biker. He's ridden his Harley from Sedro-Woolley, WA. to Bangor, Maine, and then to Miami, Florida, then to the Panama Canal, then to San Diego, CA, and then back to Sedro-Woolley, ALL IN ONE TRIP.
Anyway, he's as rough as they come, and he's been coming to our church for three weeks. Here's what he shared, and I quote him word-for-word so that you get the effect of what he said. "Frankly, I've never given a damn about other people, and I've never had anyone give a shit about me. But when I come here, I feel like you guys actually want to know who I am underneath the biker shit. I think I need Jesus. I think I need this church. (as his tears begin to flow) I need you people to.... to.... love me. " A few people were shocked at his colorful language, but everyone understood that he's searching for the Lord. It was a perfect lead-in to communion. 
