Of the 86 motorcycle clubs in Guadalajara, one is unique on several counts. First, its meetings are in Spanglish; second, its ten members aim to preach the Gospel; third, they have no officers. “We have one president and his name is Jesus,” said Paul Fisher, the club pastor.
Who could be so naive as to think that a band of bikers in leather jackets emblazoned with crosses, the name “Discipulos” (Disciples) and sprinkled with mottos such as “To Live is Christ, To Die is Gain,” would be slowed down by a typical torrential thunderstorm (with hail) and the fall of night as they made their way to a meeting with a reporter? They arrived more or less on time and undaunted, merely commenting that “white lining” (riding between two cars on the broken white line) isn’t so great during rainstorms.
“We started because we wanted to know the reason we exist,” volunteered Luis Reyna matter-of-factly and in good English, over coffee. “We thought freedom was found in riding Harleys, but we learned it was in Jesus Christ.”
To elucidate this and the other memorable quotations that seemed to tumble effortlessly from the bikers’ mouths, Fisher, a Philadelphia-born missionary, explained. “Riding is dangerous and drugs are often mixed with biking. We want to make sure they know where they’re going when they die, that God loves them, that Jesus saved them, that if they repent, they’ll have eternal life.”
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