Asgard Nomad Curt

Asgard Curt

I have been driving professionally for more than twenty years. This particular day I was trying to unload a 1 ton pickup off the stinger of a rollback wrecker. I unhooked the stinger, grabbed it and stood up while turning at the waist – BIG mistake. Ten seconds later I was on the ground, a six foot tall and two hundred twenty pound biker crying like a six year old little girl. For the next month I laid around the house, mostly in bed. The first two or three weeks I was in real pain. And the next two or three weeks I spent just feeling sorry for myself, feeling like an idiot. When I finally got up and started moving around part of a blood clot that had been building in my leg from my twenty plus years of driving trucks broke loose. It went through my heart and lodged in my lung, messing up my back and pinching my sciatic nerve. This felt mild compared to the pain of a blood clot hitting a lung. The doctor told me later that three out of five kill instantly. While in the hospital I felt another blood clot traveling from my leg up through my body – yes, you can feel it moving through you. I looked up at the clock in my room. I just thought I would like to know what time of day I was going to die. It was 12:14 pm on a sunny Sunday. I pushed the nurse button and then “BAM”, clot #2 hit my lung. I woke up in the Intensive Care unit. It was Monday, around noon. The first thing I thought was “wow, I’m alive and I only lost 24 hours because it was 12:14 last time I looked at the clock." A few hours later three guys I had never seen before came into my ICU room. Well, I could have seen them before but I was so drugged-up I would not have recognized my own mother. They said they didn’t know me but had heard about a biker that was in bad shape in the hospital. They came to ask if they could pray with me. I told them yes and we did pray. I have always been a believer but I never went to church or prayed or even talked about Jesus with my friends. I just spent most of my time with the Asgard Motorcycle Club, Harleys, sex, drugs, rock and roll, and Crown Royal on ice. Well, back to the testimony – when we got through praying we started talking and they told me that they were from Iron Horse Community Church. I thought “wow, how cool is that? Bikers sitting around talking about Jesus”. One of them said “Yesterday around noon we were praying for you in our church.” I said “Whoa, hold on a minute. Yesterday at noon y’all were praying for me?” Another said “Well, it wasn’t exactly 12:00. It was a little after 12:00” and the third said “It was 12:14 cause we started church at 12:15 exactly.” When he said that I was no longer drugged-up. I was perfectly straight, I had no pain. I also had no more doubt that God is real and He loves me. Iron Horse is the real deal. I truly believe we have a real hotline (prayer) to the Real God and I am living proof.

Speaking of prayer: Iron Horse members were taking turns leading the weekly Bible Study. The week I was supposed to do it, a brother of mine and me rode to the Bama Bike Fest. We left with just enough time for me to get to church on time. I said a little somber prayer to myself: “Dear Lord, please let my brother and I get home safe.” As soon as we got on the road good it started to rain. Another somber prayer came into my mind as we had to slow down because of the rain. So now I could not make it to church on time. I started talking to God, apologizing for letting Him and my Iron Horse friends down - still very somber. During my long, wet journey to church I spent a lot of time talking to Him. About half way back He started talking back. By the time I found the I-10 Lorraine Road exit and started heading south I realized I had been talking to Him for three hours and I was talking to Him like He was a 20 year Earthly friend – not somber at all! Very startled I realized that I have a very real one-on-one relationship with Him. When I made it to church and walked in all wet and tired and tingling from the road everybody was just settling into their chairs. I looked up at the clock – three minutes until class was supposed to start. No possible way - I should have been 30 to 45 minutes late! "This is humanly impossible!" was my first thought then I realized it had nothing to do with humans, told HIM thanks and stepped up to the head of the class. If you want more examples of how Iron Horse Community Church has changed or affected me just ask any biker in South Mississippi or come by the church that I will never stop attending. Iron Horse - it is unconditional love. Come on in and I will prove it to you.