Paul and Marian went as a combination to the Fourth Biker Blessing at Dunham Massey.
Rev Jerry Sutton is the man on a mission here and as an ex-paratrooper he is trained in jumping out of planes, hand to hand combat and how to kill people. Personally I think all pastors would find these skills useful in the ministry and I doubt there are any who have not considered at least one of the three.
We have been involved since the very first service and ride out and this year Rev Jerry had come full metal jacket. Let me explain. Last year was our first welcome to the Dunham Massey National Trust Grounds. There is something extraordinary when a large number of motorcyclists crawl down the trust road only to see deer in the distance and then realise they are about to overtake. The blessing itself was enormous and when Marian sang Abide with me this was the first time someone sang. Equally last year, in the nearby village, the blessing was beginning to take off as a Biker event with bands, stalls and so forth. This well attended and publicised day looked like it was about to be the next big annual event on the biking calender.
There is nothing wrong in any of the above, but Jerry knew the heart of the Lord was to bless his bikers. Sure this could become a massive event, but what good would that be if somewhere along the line we lost The Lord in the midst of it? There are plenty of good venues, rallies and events, but there are not so many large-scale blessings and it is the blessing that people need most.
It does however take guts to be decisive and most of us would want to please everyone and run with both, but who ever heard of a paratrooper trained to drop behind enemy lines have no nerve? This is what the blessing does, it drops in behind enemy lines (I refer to Satan) and completely disrupts his plans. Rev. Jerry, a man who walks with God, took the decision that this was about God’s blessing and will continue to be about blessing, so guess what happened? You’ve got it, God blessed!
The bugler plays as we remember our biker friends who will not be riding with us this year. We will remember them.
The non-bikers seemed to come out of the woodwork and clearly didn’t want to miss out. Without doubt God will honour all those who came to receive from him. There were a few hundred bikers and a few hundred civilians, a few trikers and a few sidecar outfit riders too. I spotted one old lady in a red invalid bike visiting the park and told her it was a quad so to the delight of us all she pulled in and joined us.
Rallies, venues, events and camps are all good and all have their place, they should indeed be enjoyed and supported, but what is happening in Dunham Massey each year is something with a different dynamic altogether and that is simply the manifestation of God’s blessing upon his bikers and people. What a privilege to be part of something God is doing.
I’ll enter the words of the Biker’s Blessing here soon.