A weathered petrol station stood at the edge of town, where the motorway met the horizon. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smelled of petrol and adventure.
Jesus, clad in a denim cut-off adorned with studs and patches, leaned against the pump. Faded jeans replaced his robe, and his sandals had morphed into sturdy biker boots. His beard was neatly trimmed, and sunglasses shielded his eyes. He looked every bit the rebel with a cause.
And then there was the biker. Tattoos snaked up his arms, and a bandana held back unruly hair. His bike – a sleek beast of chrome and roaring power – gleamed in the fading light. He’d ridden hard, seeking solace on the open road.
As the biker approached, he sized up Jesus. The man had an otherworldly aura, like he’d ridden through time. The biker cleared his throat, unsure of what to say.
“Need some fuel?” Jesus asked, gesturing to the pump.
The biker chuckled, his voice gravelly. “Yeah, unleaded. And maybe a bit of divine intervention.”
Jesus winked. “You’ve come to the right place1.”
They leaned against their bikes, the petrol pump forgotten for now. The biker shared stories of wind-whipped motorways, the thrill of speed, and the camaraderie among fellow riders. Jesus listened, nodding as if he’d ridden those roads himself.
“You know,” the biker said, “I’ve been searching for something. Answers, maybe.”
Jesus adjusted his dark shades. “We’re all on a journey, my friend. Seeking truth, purpose, love. Sometimes, we find it in unexpected places.”
The biker eyed the cross dangling from Jesus’ neck. “You’re saying God rides a pillion?”
Jesus grinned. “Maybe not pillion, but in the quiet moments when the engine’s rumble fades, and your heart speaks. God’s there.”
As the biker filled his tank, he wondered if this encounter was real or a fever dream induced by too many miles. But when he looked into Jesus’ eyes, he glimpsed eternity2 – a roadmap of compassion and grace.
“Thanks,” the biker said, unsure of what he meant. “For the chat.”
Jesus clapped him on the shoulder. “Safe travels, my friend. And remember, even petrol stations hold divine moments.”
And with that, the biker revved his engine, leaving behind the man who’d turned a mundane pit stop into something extraordinary.
Peace be with you – Muz.
- And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you (Luke 12:29-31 NKJV) ↩︎
- He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end (Ecclesiastes 3:11 NKJV) ↩︎
