Ambassadors For Jesus - Biketoberfest is Here (www.ambassadorsforJesus5.com) Click here for video See what you're mssing? Last night was yet another interesting evening at work. Biketoberfest has arrived in Volusia County and the festivities have kicked into high gear. The men, all decked out in their best leathers, have ventured out of their caves ready to toss care aside and engage their wild at heart ways. Twice a year these boys are painting the town with their Harleys. They fill the air with blaring exhaust systems, the sound resembling a huge horn section in some cheesy out of tune orchestra. Such is the serenade we locals are asked to endure. Oh, but that’s just the beginning. You didn’t really believe I would stop there, did you? Like the effect of a full moon on werewolves, this event has been known to turn even gentlemen into frogs. Working the third shift I have the delightful honor of greeting these good ole boys at a time when they have probably already visited their third bar. And here they come in full force, sporting their alcohol induced stagger and beer fragrant breaths. And the games are on. I know the routine by hard. They spot you, put on their best James Dean pose while hoping their intoxicated charm will sweep you off your feet. And if you are lucky, you may just get the invitation of your life, "Wanna come ride with me?" What gal can resist? If the highly potent "beer mingled with cigarette" breath (my favorite) hasn’t overwhelmed my face with the look of someone trying real hard not to puke, I can usually play along, matching wit for wit. I enjoy a good laugh as much as the next gal and will usually take it in stride as long as it is harmless fun. And as the wee hours of the morning came rolling in, I found myself looking repulsively at a real frog. This critter that probably only sees a good deal of love from its Creator, really creeps me out. Armed with the pantry broom and trying to keep as much distance between us I tried to steer this little fella in the right direction, the exit doors. But the frog wasn't real bright and I was growing somewhat nervous. My concern? That it would leap on me and I would be subjected to its clammy grip. If that is a prophetic sign of what the rest of this event has in store, it will be another interesting one to say the least. In all honesty most of these boys are quite pleasant and it can be a fun time. Many are looking to enjoy vacation at the Daytona Beach festivities and bond with their fellow tribal cavemen. I try not to spoil their fun, even as sometimes for my own safety concerns things may go that route. But that’s rare. Many are very nice and their worst offense is their lack of charm. So what’s the moral of this story? You know me too well cause you know I got one. For whatever reason sometimes we can all act like frogs and it takes love and understanding to see beyond that, even if we do have to take firmer measures for safety reasons. I need much grace from my Creator and He loves to bestow it upon me. As such I can do the same for my fellowman. Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses. Proverbs 10:12

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Last night was yet another interesting evening at work. Biketoberfest has arrived in Volusia County and the festivities have kicked into high gear. The men, all decked out in their best leathers, have ventured out of their caves ready to toss care aside and engage their wild at heart ways. Twice a year these boys are painting the town with their Harleys. They fill the air with blaring exhaust systems, the sound resembling a huge horn section in some cheesy out of tune orchestra. Such is the serenade we locals are asked to endure.

Oh, but that’s just the beginning. You didn’t really believe I would stop there, did you? Like the effect of a full moon on werewolves, this event has been known to turn even gentlemen into frogs.

Working the third shift I have the delightful honor of greeting these good ole boys at a time when they have probably already visited their third bar. And here they come in full force, sporting their alcohol induced stagger and beer fragrant breaths.

And the games are on.

I know the routine by hard. They spot you, put on their best

James Dean pose while hoping their intoxicated charm will sweep you off your feet. And if you are lucky, you may just get the invitation of your life, "Wanna come ride with me?"

What gal can resist?

If the highly potent "beer mingled with cigarette" breath (my favorite) hasn’t overwhelmed my face with the look of someone trying real hard not to puke, I can usually play along, matching wit for wit. I enjoy a good laugh as much as the next gal and will usually take it in stride as long as it is harmless fun.

And as the wee hours of the morning came rolling in, I found myself looking repulsively at a real frog. This critter that probably only sees a good deal of love from its Creator, really creeps me out. Armed with the pantry broom and trying to keep as much distance between us I tried to steer this little fella in the right direction, the exit doors. But the frog wasn't real bright and I was growing somewhat nervous. My concern? That it would leap on me and I would be subjected to its clammy grip. If that is a prophetic sign of what the rest of this event has in store, it will be another interesting one to say the least.

In all honesty most of these boys are quite pleasant and it can be a fun time. Many are looking to enjoy vacation at the Daytona Beach festivities and bond with their fellow tribal cavemen. I try not to spoil their fun, even as sometimes for my own safety concerns things may go that route. But that’s rare. Many are very nice and their worst offense is their lack of charm.

So what’s the moral of this story? You know me too well cause you know I got one. For whatever reason sometimes we can all act like frogs and it takes love and understanding to see beyond that, even if we do have to take firmer measures for safety reasons. I need much grace from my Creator and He loves to bestow it upon me. As such I can do the same for my fellowman.

Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.

Proverbs 10:12

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