Motorcycle Riders! [Tract]

About This Product

When I was ten years old, I caught the “motorcycle bug.” From then on I was determined to own a motorcycle.

I learned all I could about motorcycles and worked hard until I finally bought my own. It was all I had ever dreamed of. Riding fast and hard with some of my motorcycle buddies led to a new dream — mo­torcycle fame! And so I became a motor­cycle racer.

Racing brought years of thrills, spills and chills. But one day everything changed in a second!

On a Sunday afternoon while highway rac­ing alone in the country, I miscalculated and took a corner too fast. I ended up in the ditch with a severely broken leg and other inju­ries. Two hours passed before an ambulance
arrived.

As the ambulance went screaming to the hospital, we collided with another vehicle! I was thrown through the windshield of the ambulance, broken leg and all. I arrived at the hospital broken, battered
and bleeding. I didn’t expect to have long to live.

Getting Rid of Religion

I remember hearing once that a person should be sure he dies right, because if he dies wrong, he can’t come back and die right. But most of us live carelessly, in spite of knowing that death can be around the next corner. In my years of racing, I felt death was riding on my shoulder most of the time, but now it had finally caught up with me. I knew if I died, I would die wrong — without God and without hope.

Up until then, I had pushed God out of my life. I figured that if I found out what God had to say to me in the Bible, I would have to give up the pas­sion of my reckless lifestyle. So when any­thing “religious” crossed my path, I would quickly get rid of it and quiet my conscience. No matter how I tried NOT to think about death and God, that “still small voice” kept coming back to remind me that I was going to meet God.

I was very alone in that hospital with death hovering over me, but most of the time my mind was clear. This time He got my attention. I understood that if a person dies without God, he dies alone — completely alone. Then I re­membered hearing that those who receive Jesus Christ as Lord will have eternal life. That would be dying right! And there on the hospital bed, I obeyed the gospel — I knew I was a pretty big sinner and I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour, and God saved my soul … just as He promised.

Only a Little Sinner

Maybe you’re not a big sinner like me; maybe you’re only a little sinner. It doesn’t make much difference, because the Bible shows that it only takes one sin to keep a person out of heaven!

I never did reach my goal of motorcycle fame, but I have received something far more fulfilling and worthwhile. With Christ as my Saviour, I have peace … peace with God … peace from a troubled conscience … peace that passes all understanding … peace the world can never give. Instead of the
short-lived pleasures of sin, I have joy and happiness
in this life, and I’ll have it for­ever in heaven.

Here are a few verses from the Bible — God’s message to you.

FIRST — YOU DEFINITELY ARE A SINNER.

“All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23).

SECOND — YOU NEED TO BE SAVED FROM YOUR SINS.

“It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).

THIRD — YOU CANNOT SAVE YOURSELF.

“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us” (Ti­tus 3:5).

FOURTH — JESUS WANTS TO SAVE YOU.

“As many as received Him [Jesus], to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name” (John 1:12).

“If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved” (Romans 10:9).