The Black Leather Biker

 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii^[e] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

Bike Week in Daytona Beach, Florida, brings thousands of motorcycles to Central Florida each March. The influx of tourists increases business for restaurants, hotels, stores, and other establishments. 

            However, throngs of bikers jam local streets and beaches. Residents contend with crowds as they try to go about their normal activities. 

            The stereotype of rowdy, rough riders fills many minds when they see or hear of disturbances and arrests. However, people of various ages, nationalities, and occupations gather for the iconic event. Some fit the label, but many don’t. 

            As I stopped at a traffic light on a crowded street in St. Augustine, Florida, three black-clad bikers waited in front of me. Pedestrians walked across the road. The light changed, and an elderly man in a wheelchair tried to maneuver across the bumps. He pushed with his feet but could not get to the curb. 

            One biker left his motorcycle and pushed the man to the sidewalk while traffic waited. 

            My heart smiled at his act of kindness. People who walked beside the elderly gentleman ignored him. The person who was perceived as the most unlikely candidate to help didn’t hesitate.

            While I watched the encounter, I thought of the Good Samaritan who was also the least likely to stop that day. No fanfare or desire for recognition.  But they both did what they could without thinking of themselves. 

            Probably some people looked at the trio in front of me as rough and scary. But I observed kindness and compassion.

            No one honked or yelled for him to move when the light turned green. He jumped on his Harley after he completed his good deed and took off. 

            Hopefully, other onlookers remember what he did and want to emulate him as I do.  

Heavenly Father, we may see people who look different from us and who don’t fit our acceptable images. Show us how to look at the heart and not outward appearances. Amen

Indistinct But Perky Birds

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

Matthew 6:25-27 NIV

Cool breezes tickled my face when I stepped onto my patio. Days ago, freezing temperatures altered my garden by transforming most of it into ugly brown. 

            Leaves and flowers drooped. Once colorful blooms begged to be taken out of their misery. 

            As pink colored the sky, shadowy, bare trees appeared along my lakefront. In the distance birds cawed, tweeted, and trilled. 

            Only feet from my porch, instead of seeing a lush, green oak tree, I easily saw the sky through its nearly bare limbs.

            A cluster of tiny birds danced among the branches. Their dark feathers blended in with the scattered leaves. Despite the gloomy scene, they chirped a delightful tune. In the dim light, I couldn’t distinguish their true colors nor identify their species. 

            Even though occasionally, they visited my garden, a larger group flew in to enjoy the day. 

            After a weekend of vertigo, the chipper creatures presented me with a gift. They ignored the ugliness of dead and dying foliage around them. The lack of leaf cover didn’t deter them from visiting. They flapped their wings, chirped, and danced among the limbs. 

            The sun rises each morning on my year, whether it is beautiful or dismal and freeze-affected. I can choose to focus on what was damaged or find delightful surprises despite the destruction.

            We can focus on what we have lost or find comfort in the miracles that can come even in adversity. 

            As the sun rose, the wee visitors disappeared. However, their appearance reminded me of God’s provision. 

Heavenly Father, thank you for not leaving us even in our trials. When we think you are gone, help us see you in unexpected ways.

Amen

A Mysterious Masterpiece

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Romans 12:2 (NIV)

Because chilly weather and a crummy cold kept me inside for a few weeks, my lakeside retreat brought joy and surprises when I finally emerged. Everything seemed new and fascinating. 

            Limbs on nearly naked cypress trees stretched to the sky. Normally hidden nests, snuggled on high boughs. 

            Dew drops sparkled on green grass and other foliage. Pink blooms dotted an azalea plant. Tiny waves wrinkled the dark lake. In the distance, a bird warbled a morning tune. 

            Along the shoreline, bare trees mingled with evergreens. The winter Florida scene, though less colorful than other seasons, revealed its own unique beauty. 

            Bordering my patio, orange flowers caught my eyes. A few stalks of the hearty specimen retained their summer beauty. Another lovely surprise captured my attention. 

            A mysterious sparkle appeared at the tip of one stem. A spider’s unique creation encircled the drab green vegetation. Its delicate web formed a crystal-like lacework which connected several stalks. The bowl-shaped cobweb glittered in the morning sunlight. 

            Even though I had observed many lovely webs, none compared to its complexity and beauty. Up close and without the sunshine, there was little luster, and it certainly didn’t stand out. 

            If I had stayed inside or only studied my books, the spectacular display would have passed unnoticed. I would have missed the spider’s masterpiece. The spider had disappeared, but its creation remained for me to enjoy. 

            In our busy lives, we often overlook the gifts that God provides around us. Perhaps it is a sunset, flowers, or people we love. If we are so focused on daily tasks, our problems, or dwelling in the past, we fail to delight in how God is working around us in both small and large ways. 

Creator, thank you for providing surprise miracles for us to enjoy. Help us take time to appreciate all we have and what you have done for us.

Amen

A Little But Powerful Light

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.

Matthew 5:14-15  NIV

Years ago, candles frequently burned in my home. After doctors diagnosed Alan’s lung condition, cabinets held my supply.. Their odors and flames were not compatible with his diseased lungs and oxygen supply. 

            Recently, when my granddaughter, Molly, wanted a new candle, I offered for her to check my collection. Then I decided it was time to start using them again. 

            While stuck on the couch with a cold, I decided to bring light to a dreary day. A red candle in a glass case glowed in the dim room. 

            The flame danced back and forth. Then it rose above the top of the container. Even though I felt no breeze, something made the fire move gracefully. 

            The tiny blaze fascinated me with its constant movements in the darkened room. My eyes remained on the delightful show. 

            The taper reminded me that as Christians, we are to be beacons in a dark world. We might flicker and be pushed back and forth by difficult situations but not extinguished. If we live for Jesus, we will shine so that those in the world will see we are different because of Him.  

Lord, show us how to live as a bright light in darkness. Give us strength to remain strong even when those around us are consumed by the world. Guide us each day to be more like you.

Amen

Unappreciated Roles

This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about^[a]: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. ¹⁹ Because Joseph her husband was faithful to the law, and yet^[ did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.  She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,^[c] because he will save his people from their sins.”All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet:  “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel”^[d] (which means “God with us”).

Matthew 1:18-23 (NIV)

 

Conflicting thoughts swirled in Joseph’s head after Mary’s scandalous announcement. Never had he imagined Mary would betray him and become pregnant. As hurtful as the news had been, Joseph didn’t seek revenge but decided to quietly divorce her. 

            The disturbing situation brought restless sleep. Then an intense dream appeared. 

            An angel spoke to Joseph. “Don’t be afraid to take Mary as your wife. She’s not pregnant from another man but miraculously from the Holy Spirit. Name Him Jesus who will save His people.”

            With no argument, Joseph obeyed even when it was difficult. Neighbors whispered when Mary’s condition became apparent. Unwelcome stares greeted the couple from villagers.

            Joseph knew their arduous journey to Bethlehem would be hard for Mary. When they finally arrived, crowds flooded the village. Anxiously, he searched for suitable accommodations, but none could be found. Finally, a room with the animals was offered to the weary couple. Although it wasn’t what he hoped for, the young man was thankful to find a place where Mary could rest and deliver her precious son.  

            A marvelous birth occurred when Jesus entered our world on that glorious night. Angels, wise men, shepherds, and Mary were prominent characters in the Christmas story.

            Even though little is written about Joseph’s obedience, faithfulness, and determination in carrying out God’s plan, he was chosen to be the earthly father and played an unassuming but significant role. 

            We encounter people who faithfully and quietly serve with little recognition. Sometimes we may feel unappreciated or unnoticed. But we can all still be an important participant in God’s purpose.

Lord, help us to obey when it is hard or when we feel ignored. Some people are in the spotlight and others in supporting roles. Show us how all are important. 

Amen

Abandoned, Ripped and Scattered

 Abandoned, Ripped and Scattered

Rebecca Carpenter      

September 24, 2025

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
    he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God^[c];
    he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people;

 pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.

Psalm 62:5-8 (NIV)

Hymns filled my car with soothing music as I drove to church early on Sunday. A number of cars joined me. 

            Soon after getting onto the interstate, I noticed a totally out of place boat resting in the grass beside the road. 

            About a mile further, an empty car sat on the shoulder. Before my exit, I noticed six more vehicles abandoned along the highway as cars whizzed by. 

            In three spots, rubber fragments littered the road from blown tires. 

            A steady stream of traffic passed by the boat, cars and debris but no one stopped to check them out. We all kept going to our destinations. Maybe most drivers hardly noticed. 

            The boat made me think of those who feel out of place. Perhaps trying to fit in but never succeeding. Each car reminded me of people abandoned by loved ones, friends, co-workers ... The tire remnants evoked memories of broken lives scattered and ripped apart. 

             

            Over the years, I have had times of each scenario; feeling out of place, abandoned and ripped apart. However, God has been with me, held me close and offered unconditional love.  

            My faith has grown during my tribulations. Because of what I have experienced, I can understand and comfort people who are hurting and grieving. 

As Christians we can influence people as we faithfully serve with the love of Jesus. 

Heavenly Father, thank you for being with us in our hardships. Lead us in the way you want us to go. Increase our faith and help us be more like Jesus.

Amen

Beginning and Ending

Brothers and sisters, we want you to be fully informed about those who have fallen asleep in death so that you will not be overwhelmed with grief like those who live outside of the true hope. Here’s what we believe: since Jesus died and rose again, in the same way, God will bring with Jesus all who have died through Him.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-14 (Voice)

Joyous music filled the sanctuary. A line of new believers moved onto the stage. One by one they stepped into the large tub, affirmed their belief in Jesus and were lowered into the water. Emerging from the water, they were symbolically raised to new life in Jesus. What a glorious experience for those getting baptized and congregants watching the celebration. 

            After church, I attended a memorial service for a neighbor. Uplifting music and words from family and friends spoke of his legacy. Of course, there was grief since he is no longer here but joy knowing he is now with Jesus. 

            In a few hours, I experienced the beginning of lives with Jesus and the culmination of a life well lived following Jesus to heaven. 

            For those who have accepted Jesus as their Savior, there is an assurance of eternal life with Him. 

Heavenly Father, guide us as we follow the path You have planned for us. Open eyes and hearts to know You fully.

Amen