Maybe you know me? I was the small child that went to church and dressed in a suit. Boy did I hate that suit. My mother taught Sunday school sometimes. My first dad left a long time ago Around nine, my mother married again. My new dad did things to my mother and me I did not like. So I learned to hate at an early age. He passed away a few years later, and I was glad.

Who am I? I am a sinner. Who am I? I am a child around eleven getting in trouble at school all the time. Sent to a shrink and told him all I wanted to do and all I cared about was motorcycles and riding with a motorcycle club. That*s what I was going to do when I grew up. Did not need a job. I could steal what I needed. At twelve I started doing the drugs and drinking a lot. Fueled by drugs, I felt the devil's breath. It was cold and dark. I would throw darts at a picture of JESUS at the Last Supper. I would cut myself to make myself bleed and write things on my bedroom walls. Maybe you know me? I am a sinner. Maybe you know me? At thirteen years old me and a friend stole a gun from a store where we stole beer and food. We went out that night to see what it was like to kill someone. Hours passed and no one was around. We took the gun back to the store just in case we might need it later.

Started hanging around with the 1% motorcycle club in my town. This was what I wanted to be. Free to drink beer, do drugs, steal stuff and do whatever I wanted. Who am I? I am a sinner. Who am I? All grown up still doing drugs, drinking, lusting after girls, hating, fighting, and whatever else I could do. It was all about me.

Jail is not fun. Two marriages gone bad, still not my fault. Still doing the same things. This is the life. Over forty and still lost. Maybe you know me? I am a sinner. Maybe you know me? It was a cold November day, going to a biker event at a church to see a man for the second time talk about his life as a Hell's Angel. Put the heater on the Panhead. Got to church and that's when it happened. My eyes were opened, and I asked JESUS into my life on that cold November day. I had found what was missing in my life. I felt the love of JESUS and there is nothing like it.

Today, some five years later, I still feel the love and grace of JESUS. Who am I? I'm still a sinner saved by the grace of GOD. Do you know JESUS? He can do the same for you. He was nailed to a cross to save people like you and me. Don't miss out, for tomorrow may be too late. Ask JESUS to forgive your sins and come to know the love of JESUS. Pray this small prayer:

Heavenly Father, I have sinned against you. I want forgiveness for all my sins.
I believe that JESUS died on the cross for me and rose again.Father, I give you my life to do with as you wish. I want JESUS CHRIST to come into my life and into my heart. This I ask in JESUS' name. Amen.

Rodney Gross, S.F.F.S.,
Heaven*s Saints Motorcycle Ministry
Virginia State Representative
804/598-9026
rodneyrides@juno.com

PS: Still don't dress up in suits, but JESUS loves us all the same. I thank JESUS for His love and grace, and for saving a man like me. Praise HIS name, JESUS!