A Sprinkle Of The Lord
My church has a “Two Wheel Ministry” in which everyone with a motorcycle gets together on the first Sunday of every month, weather permitting, and goes on a long ride together after service. The Pastor rides ahead of the group and the ones who run it run behind them in order to assist in keeping everyone together, as not everyone is used to riding in large groups.
On this particular ride, we’re about thirty bikes strong. Even though the weather is really nice, most people are dressed in their riding leathers and you wouldn’t automatically know we’re a bunch of church-goers out for fun.
We make our mid-trip stop, which is about an hour into the ride, to get gas and stretch. There happens to be a famous American coffee shop in the same parking lot and we all decide to have a short stop over to grab something to drink.
The look on the faces of the wait staff and the few customers as around fifteen of us file in is priceless. It is a mix of shock, fear, and confusion. Always being one to be able to read the room, the head of the motorcycle group turns around and addresses us.
Group Leader: “Okay, listen up! Tall orders only! Anyone else getting whipped cream on their coffee?!”
Almost All Of Us Together: “I am!”
Me: “And yes! Yes, I do want sprinkles!”
I hear the door open and, without missing a beat, I hear my pastor shout:
Pastor: “Oh, heck yeah! SPRINKLES!”
The staff started laughing and you could see everyone relax. We introduced ourselves to the few customers there and the staff as we waited for our drinks. We picked up a few new members to the church that day, too. It was great.
This story was included in our May 2020 Inspirational Roundup.
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