Sunrise Service

The day after the Easter bash, we had another event. Again, for this we were repuired to get up really early--but this time it was not because of extensive set-up and tear-down, but beacause the service Dad was going to preach would begin at six AM sharp!

The first Bikerchurch event was schedualed for today. Now you might think that onesuch event would make us all excited, but instead we were just fighting to stay awake! I don't really remember much until we got to the church.

When we did arrive, it was just us Hubbells. It was very cold outside, so we decided to wait awhile for everyone else to come. Then it was time to set up with only the light of the cars that we left on. It was miserable. We were tired and cold (and I was already feeling hungry), but we ignored those facts. We got out sound equipment and cords and some of the lightweight stuff, but sooner or later, we had to get out the chairs. Pueblo Cristian Center, the church we attend when not doing an event or service of our own, had lended us stacks and stacks of chairs. I had a lingering suspition we would not need them all as I helped set up row after row in front of the makeshift stage that was really a large trailer. We set up a few tables indoors for coffee and muffins as well.

When at last we got going, several cars and motorcycles had pulled up. We had a better turnout than we thought we would. In fact, we filled up most the chairs!

Finally, when it looked like no one else was coming, we started the memorial service. It was much like the one in Roscoe's: Dad read a submitted name and a helper rung the bell. It was very sober and quiet. This was preceded by the local VFW holding flags and saluting.

After a while this was wrapped up and we all went to the front of the bike shop for the bike blessing. There Dad Talked a while and then prayed. When that was over, he handed out stickers. It may not sound like much, but it meant a lot to the bikers.

Tear down went as usual—hard, but done, eventually. We were all glad to go home, especially knowing we got the job done surprisingly well.