Our church has just finished Vacation Bible School. This summer, our theme was High Seas Expedition, by Group.

Our church hasn’t done VBS in several years, and I was so glad we started back this year. It was a lot of work, but it was also a LOT of fun; best of all, I just heard from one mom who said her child told her this week that he had asked Jesus to be his Savior! What an awesome way to end the week; I kept thinking last night, that if it made the difference in just one child’s life, it was worth it.

Imagine standing in a parking lot, surrounded by motorcycles as far as you can see.  Black, red, silver, purple, blue, orange, green, yellow- any color you can imagine.

And all ages – everything from brand new, right-off-the-showroom bikes, to 1950s  “old school” bikes, and even older, and everything in between.

Bikes everywhere – Harleys, BMWs, Yamahas, Indians, Spyders, Suzukis, Hyabusas, Kawasakis and Hondas can be seen. All these kinds, and even more – scooters, crotch rockets, choppers, cruisers, touring bikes. Bikes so chopped they don’t even look real.  Fancy bikes that have every imaginable addition: radios, CD players, heated seats, GPS, air conditioning, heated handgrips, cigarette lighters, cup holders. Bikes so stripped down, they only have the necessities.

It’s amazing to see all these bikes – and what’s more amazing – you could probably search through all of them and not find any two that are exactly alike (law enforcement bikes aside).

I love going to Thunder Beach.

Last fall, several of us met over at the Texaco before leaving out to escort the Moving Wall from Marianna to Appalachicola, Florida.  While we were waiting on everyone to gather, I saw this reflection in Grady’s mirror. Pretty cool, huh?

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