Several years ago, it was the privilege of my wife and I to spend a week in the Smoky Mountains. For our 30th Wedding Anniversary, our church surprised us with a week stay at the Hampton Inn in Cherokee, NC. It was a wonderful week. The following notes are from an observation I made about men and their motorcycles.
Each morning, I have slipped out of the room quietly in order to go down and eat the continental breakfast supplied by the Hampton. Kathy does not care for breakfast and does not awake as early as I do. (I find it impossible to “sleep in,” even while on vacation. I tried, but it don’t work for me). Anyway, I carry my Bible with me in these early morning breakfast excursions and mediate on the Word while partaking of the cuisine provided.
This morning, I was seated by the window and I watched some of the motorcycle owners as they loaded their “bikes” for further travel. Two things about these men caught my attention. First, these men were each giving themselves to the pampering of their bikes. They all had towels with which they were wiping the seats, the handle bars, the kickstand, the fenders and the chrome-spoked wheels. They even got on their knees so they could give attention to the small details of polishing their bike parts. The way in which they caressed their bikes was reflective of the great respect and admiration they had for their bikes.
The second thing that caught my instant attention was the camaraderie among these men. These were men who were from various parts of the country, and from different walks of life. These were men who, obviously, did not know each other prior to their arrival at the Hampton in Cherokee. These were grown, gray-haired men. . .That instantly bonded. It was amazing that the ONE thing these men had in common was their motorcycles, and that is the very thing that gave them instant communication. There was no remotely gazing from a distance and wondering about the other man’s bike. There appeared to be no awkwardness in just walking up and start talking. No. . .It was an instant kinship. . .Part of the “bike culture.”
I could not help but think about how Christians should develop such a culture. First, we should care for our souls and fellowship with God, in the way those men cared for their bikes. We too should give careful attention, on our knees, to the smallest areas of our soul. Yet, it is those areas that are so often neglected.
Second, there should be an instant camaraderie among believers. Yet, here I set, with my Bible open on the table before me, and no one has approached to discuss spiritual matters. As a matter of fact, the people in the area surrounding me, have chosen tables that are furtherest from me. I observed families come toward me, then notice my Bible, and back up to another table. Unlike the bike culture, there was an extreme awkwardness in the actions of the people. It may be that none of the dozens of people that passed by were believers. Yet, I wonder why, if there were any other believers in the area, why could we not discuss the Word as those men discussed their bikes?
Just a thought. . .