by Liz Clark | Jun 21, 2015 | Family, Mom Matters
Once upon a time a long time ago in a land called Ohio, a tired mom was facing a problem. It wasn’t really a big problem, but to her, it felt like one. She didn’t really “see” the problem until she got to church each Sunday. It was as if something magical happened when her growing family pulled into the church parking lot. She would suddenly “see” her 4 kids in a whole new light: toothpaste smeared on shirts and mouths, mismatched socks, cowlicks – why hadn’t she seen any of this before they left the house? She was tired of looking like a Target-ad-gone-wrong and made a special effort one Saturday to make absolutely sure her family had their Sunday best ready to wear to church the next day. She ironed. She steamed jackets. She matched socks. She rose early Sunday morning and administered the getting-ready-for-church ritual with military-like precision. As the young family neared their church building that Sunday, she felt relieved. FINALLY a Sunday where she didn’t have to walk in feeling a little embarrassed. She was wearing a dress and her husband and kids were all wearing button down shirts, dress pants and jackets. It was then that she saw bright orange balloons. People wearing bright orange T-shirts along the church’s driveway holding signs waving enthusiastically. What was going on? The mom hung her head as it dawned on her: This was “Biker Sunday.” The ONE Sunday a year where the church hosted an “outreach” to Bikers including a contemporary service followed by a church picnic / pig roast outside. Everyone was wearing jeans and orange t-shirts. How could...
