Story #11
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I was into harleys and the lifestyle.
Drugs, guns, money, girls, you name it,
I was doin’ it.
I wasn’t livin’ right, but I always KNEW there was a God, and KNEW Jesus died for my sins,
from going to church with my grandma when I was a kid.
Anyway, one day I was prayin’.
The Lord spoke to my heart and said,
“why you prayin’ to me?”
I answered and said, “because you’re God”.
“Not your god”, He said.
“Whens the last time you opened your Bible?”
That kinda caught me off guard,
especially when He said,”look around,”
so I did. EVERYTHING I owned said harley davidson on it.
EVERYTHING, ashtrays, cups, blankets, pillows, t-shirts, mirrors,, everything.
I thought about that and said,
“I got ya”, I made myself a god didn’t I?”
And “I been worshiping at the harley alter?”
“You got it”, He said.
Thought about it some more and decided my life wasn’t big enough for two gods, the real GOD and the one I made for myself.
Sold, trashed, or gave away everything that had harley on it