Drugs, Sex, and Motorcycles Had My Soul. Now, I’m Using Motorcycles to Lead Men to Christ.

James, South Carolina, USA

[As told to Then God Moved editor Adira Polite]

My mother left me at an orphanage when I was six weeks old. 5 months later, I was adopted by a Christian couple of the legalistic sort; if you committed sin, you were bad, and that was it. They taught me all about rules and sin and punishment, but never included the love of God. I believed in God, but because I’d never encountered the Holy Spirit, my spirit was dead. And because my spirit was dead, I had no conviction. I had no interest in God’s commands, so I happily did my own thing. 

Throughout my teens, I smoked cigarettes and pot, drank, and chased women. I enrolled in a Christian college, but they were quick to kick me out. I was “bad” and I thought there was no turning back, so I figured I might as well see just how bad I could be. At age 20, I bought my first motorcycle. I started hanging out with other riders and that’s when I got into hard drugs. I didn’t have any sort of job; my life totally centered around the motorcycle club, sex, and drugs.

It was a “fun” life, but it was completely empty. One Sunday, after waking up at 4pm, it hit me that my life was pretty crappy. I was living without God, but I still believed in Him, so I decided to visit a church. During service, I came up with a bunch of ways to steer my life in a Godly direction. But, I didn’t change a thing.

A few months later, I was hit by a pick-up truck. I’d been speeding past on my motorcycle, trying to catch up with a biker who had meth to share. The crash destroyed my bike and rendered me unable to walk for over three months. It was during those months that I finally acknowledged that something had to change. I asked God what to do and, faithfully, He led me out of the dark. Bit by bit, I pulled away from the motorcycle club and began attending church regularly. I also got a job and began exercising to get my legs back. 

After I was healthy again, I tried to buy another bike, but the Lord said no. Every time I tried, God blocked me. It was always something…the money wouldn’t come through, I’d be unable to get the financing, or something else. That went on for 7 years — 7 being the biblical year of completion.

After 7 years, in the strangest of circumstances, God finally let me buy a new motorcycle. By that point, I was a married homeowner with a job in the corporate world. In January of 2008, in the middle of the financial crash, I felt the Lord urge me to give $1000 as a church offering. I gave. That same day, I asked the Lord for a house further south. Three weeks later, my company told me that they were moving me down south!

My company gave me a raise, a generous relocation package, and a major bonus. In the midst of a global recession, I bought my dream house with zero down payment and $40,000 in equity. I rolled all of my credit cards into the house and bought not one, but two motorcycles. That was God.

Now that I had a bike again, I wanted to find biking brotherhood. I wanted no part in my old lifestyle, so I searched for Christian motorcycle clubs in my area. None existed. So, in 2009, I decided to start my own. 

I created a website full of details about a club that did not yet exist. A month later, I met 2 Christian bikers who were eager to make it happen. Suddenly, we had a club, which we named the Disciple Christian Motorcycle Club. Before I knew it, God had begun spreading our presence around the world. 

The Club now operates on six continents. We’ve also launched biker churches in Canada, Brazil, and Thailand and are in the midst of opening churches in South Africa and Bahrain. We host tons of programming, including sex addiction therapy and teaching bikers to fast to overcome pornography, drugs, and alcohol.

Every member partakes in a 4-step process: daily Word and prayer, daily worship, a regular fasting scheduling, and tithing their time, talent, and treasure into God’s kingdom. Rather than telling our members what not to do, we tell them what to do. As they devote their time and energy to the things of God, they are radically transformed. We never have to tell them not to sin — the Holy Spirit tells them directly.

We also work to reach non-believing bikers. We don’t want to beat them over the head with the Bible, as my adopted parents did; rather, we meet them on their turf and build relationships. That way, when they inevitably have a question about God or want prayer, they’ll call us.

2 Corinthians 29 promises that if we give generously, the Lord will “supply and increase [our] store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of [our] righteousness.” The truth of this Word is evident in my life. Everything I’ve managed to do for God, He’s blessed and multiplied. I no longer struggle to see a harvest, it just comes. 

This ministry, which began with one tiny act of faith, now has a global, generational impact. When these men change, their wives and children and coworkers and communities change. And they go on to help pull others out of darkness and into the glorious life of Christ. 

“Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. You will be enriched in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.” (2 Corinthians 9:10-11)

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