Too Much Damage

"Expect no Mercy" shown at the Clubh...
“Expect no Mercy” shown at the Clubhouse of the Bandidos MC, Chapter Berlin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, it would seem I was right about the disinformation. I got a panicked phone call that Chef was busting into the house and carrying stuff out of it. I headed over there, and there he was, still wearing Bandido attire, with his 1%er stuff proudly displayed, and accompanied by his new girlfriend who kept smirking at me. Does she think he’s going to be any more faithful to her than he was to me?

He threatened me and the guy who is house sitting, screaming that he was going to shoot the guy’s dogs, and I called the police.

The police treated Chef like a rock star, listening to how The Club were not a gang, but a club and asking him questions. There they were, happily talking away about the “brotherhood” of it.  Chef is still a Patch Holder, according to him. That isn’t the text messages I’ve been getting. It was nauseating. I ended up leaving, after disputing everything he was trying to take out of the house. Supposedly, a judge was supposed to decide, but when I left, they let him in anyways.

They let him clear it out anyways. I guess that means I can go pick up the bike. It is marital property after all.

The worst part was that our daughter Rebekkah and her friend had been going over there to pick up their friend Lee who is living there now, and she got to stand in the living room, watching her father take stuff out with his new girlfriend. Her exact words were that she never, ever wanted to see him again, hear his name again, see his girlfriend’s face again, or the truck or his motorcycle. She wanted him to just disappear from our lives forever. I’m inclined to agree right now.

If he is still pretending to be a bandit, that isn’t a good thing. If he really is still one, then yet again, he’s lying.

I’m sick of the drama. He really needs to disappear from my life. There is nothing left there to love, respect, or even like anymore. I heard his nervous, fast talking, and he even had the audacity to say, “Please Birdie, let’s talk about this.” He even called me “honey”. Right in front of that girl. Master Manipulator…

I want a different nickname. He’s tainted it.

What started out a good day is definitely ending on a sour note. 😦

— Bird


The Motorcycle Club

I am re-posting one of my earlier contributions….

As anyone can probably tell from my pictures, my husband belongs to a well-known motorcycle club. I don’t write much about this in my posts because frankly, I don’t think about it much. But, it is probably worth a minute to clarify where this culture and my Christian beliefs come together.

I once had a proclaimed Christian tell me that because I was part of this 1% culture, she could not in good conscience hang out with me anymore. This “Christian” opinion always angers me to no end. And I always refer back to Matthew 9:10-13.

“Then it happened that as Jesus was reclining at the table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and were dining with Jesus and His disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they said to His disciples, ‘ Why is your Teacher eating with the tax collectors and sinners?’ But when Jesus heard this, He said, ‘ It is not those who are healthy who need a physician, but those who are sick. But go and learn what this means: “I desire compassion, and not sacrifice”, for I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.'”

I was understandably nervous when my husband first began to associate with what the world would consider “undesirables”, but as I got to know each of these people, I had a powerful compassion on them. I also had to put aside preconceived opinions that I’d gathered from television, internet, and books. I had to open my mind up to the possibility that I had ended up here for a reason, and Jesus thought that His work was more important than what the Christian community around here thought.

As with any large group of people, there are going to be the good, the bad, and the ugly. But, just from the ones I know on a personal basis, I see that God hasn’t written off these men and women. Evidently, God isn’t bound by our social standards, and I have come to feel that He has put my husband and I here for a purpose.

Where in the Bible does Jesus say we are to only associate with those who already know Him? What purpose would that serve? If you insulate your whole existence away from those who are dying, who do you save? And what is your worth in this kingdom? Isn’t that a little like hiding your light under a bush?

My brother is a pastor of a church, and he recently wrote a book that I sincerely love. It isn’t because it is a masterpiece of wordplay. It is because in it, he chronicles the building of his church by fighting Satan in a real world setting. He talks about getting out in the real world and stealing from Satan what belongs to God. His church doesn’t put on a pious, religious front. They instead, are warriors, pillaging from Satan’s camp using every method they can think of. There aren’t great discussions on whether or not viewing Harry Potter is going to make everyone into a witch; there is a restaurant operated for the sole purpose of getting to know the people they hope to lead to the Lord. He talks about websites set up as the first taste of any church. He is fighting fire with fire.

From the time my babies were small, I’ve tried to impart to them the understanding that living a Christian life is choosing to be a soldier. The enemy doesn’t fight fair. It is a bloody, exhausting, but satisfying existence. Jesus has us here for a purpose — and working up enough faith to own mansions, labeling yourself a god (creepy, and blasphemous), and be healed of every hiccup isn’t it. We’re in a battle for souls, and everything in our lives are circulating around that. And if you, as a Christian, are leading a quiet, uneventful, rich life going to church, eating potato salad as you pat your righteous self on the back, attending seminars with other like-minded brothers and sisters, and nothing is ever going wrong for you — well, then you have been neutralized by the enemy. However, if you find yourself in the Valley of the Shadow of Death on a pretty consistent basis, then you are probably a threat, and you should be happy that at least you aren’t wasting away the talents God gave you. I find the most dangerous Christians in the world these days, emotionally exhausted, but spiritually powerful. Sometimes, you can almost see them lying in a crumpled, bloody pile with a big smile on their face. There is nothing like defeating the enemy! And the true warriors always untangle themselves, stand up, brush off the dust, bind up their wounds, and jump right back into the battle.

I am a Christian. My battlefields are no more or less important than anyone else’s. If the proclaimed Christian community has objections to my orders, they can take it up with our commander — Jesus Christ.

Ride it like ya stole it!!!

— Cathie M.