i got high this week…..

scary.

 

well in my old life it would be.

this high was something different. it was a God thing. in fact, i am still high.

 

i stood before a group of men, some ive known for a while, some i had just met.

i was running late. one of the old guys, a fellow NY’er that is in florida and retired came up to me in a panic…. they cant find the coffee. LOL

“brother frankie, can you find it, we like your coffee better anyway…”

i found the coffee and made it with a paper towel filter..

another guy, a mexican that cant speak spanish came over… “i knew you would be here..brother frankie.. you are wearing another silly hat.. did you know italians stole our language? i told him its not his cause he cant even speak spanish.. now we might have stole their woman..”

i walked around and shook about 20 sets of hands, each set belonging to someone that was glad to see me. each set of hands had a mouth connected to the same body that said “brother frankie” with a smile and a twinkle in their eye.

“hey, brother frankie”, are we going to the lake on saturday?” “yes ray, you are serving communion….” another smile..

a new guy came over and said, “hey brother frankie, i prayed for you this week. AND I TAKE THAT SERIOUS< I PRAY WHEN I SAY I PRAYED!!”

i paused and thought, who am i that you are mindful of me. almost started crying but i choked it back.

then this new guy, a short man who rides a bicycle and wears the ugliest clogs (yeah clogs)said,

”can i ask you something BROTHER FRANKIE? “

of course you can..

“why do all the people around here, the men, the park people, all of them… why do they call you brother frankie?

i stopped and thought.

i am looking in this mans beautiful eyes, he had a smile that could melt a bikers heart. sheesh.. his smile reminded me of my sons when he was 3 years old and believed in santa..

i answered that they just do. i dont know.

i suppose they love me.

“can i call you brother frankie? can i call you that like the rest of them?” still excited.. oh man this guy.. i am seeing peter in him.. or john, the one Jesus loved…

yeah brother, i love you too, of course you can call me brother frankie..

id like that.

with that i went to the mens room and had a little cry. i actually got on my knees in the mens room stall and cried out to my God, my Lord Jesus that i was loved.

that i was no longer brother trouble as my old pastor and church had called me.

i was loved

i was sober

i was loved.

praise you my God, it is you they love and see in me.

i went back to these men that gather at midweek.

i broke bread with them. larry gave me the signal it was time to speak.

i had as  funny lil sermonette to share, the holy spirit spoke to me and changed that.

i looked the men in the eye, the ones that loved me and called me BROTHER FRANKIE…

and confessed my sin..

i shared that i had sinned against the body of Christ and i wanted to repent..

(i had offended someone with foul language and arrogance…)

ii spoke about the healing that comes with serving them, serving God in Christ Jesus.

i preached the best sermon of my life..

i spoke to them with the voice of a prophet,

i spoke to them as a sinner saved by Grace.

i felt God inside me,

like never before,

this broken vessel,

was no longer broken.

i was restored,

I WAS HIGH!!!!

and it was the best high i have ever had.

You are loved

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Brother Frankie

A biker for Christ