I normally reserve this space for gentler, perhaps more spiritual topics. And so I felt a little notorious by uploading a short video yesterday of the Rebels motorcycle club. All of a sudden, some 1000 bikies on their noisy Harley Davidsons came thundering through the wheatbelt town of Cunderdin where I was working. I was relieved to see a generous police escort.
These men are quite unique. They’re “family”. And while we may not agree with some of their activities, or feel a bit afraid when they walk into a tavern, they have something we all wish for: a great sense of brotherhood and belonging.
Ask yourself: How many good friends do you have? I don’t mean work mates or sporting buddies. What I mean are people you have a deep, deep (non-sexual) friendship with. How many of them can you implicitly trust? Most of us will probably admit that our good lifetime friends can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
You don’t have to ride a Harley Davidson, have a tattoo, or grow a long beard to identify with someone who’ll be a life-long trusting friend. Simply pause in prayer, and the one who longs to be your best friend will, in confidence, listen to your every word. His name is Jesus.