The Biker

[Martin]

One Sunday morning an old biker entered a church just before services
were to begin.

Although the old man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore
jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged. In his
hand he carried a worn out old leather jacket and an equally worn out
bible.

The church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the
city. It was the largest and most beautiful church the old biker had
ever seen.

The people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive clothes
and accessories. As the biker took a seat, the others moved away from
him. No one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him.

They were all appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

The preacher gave a long sermon about Hellfire and brimstone and a
stern lecture on how much money the church needed to do God's work.

As the old biker was leaving the church, the preacher approached him
and asked the biker to do him a favor. "Before you come back in here
again, have a talk with God and ask him what He thinks would be
appropriate attire for worship."

The old biker assured the preacher he would.

The next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same
ragged jeans, shirt, boots, and leather jacket.

Once again he was completely shunned and ignored.

The preacher approached the man and said, "I thought I asked you to
speak to God before you came back to our church."

"I did," replied the old biker. "

"If you spoke to God, what did he tell you the proper attire should be
for worshipping in here?" asked the preacher.

"Well, sir, God told me that He didn't have a clue what I should wear.
He says He's never been here before."

[jock the boat]

Thats a hoooora laugh