Biker Held a Knife to a Priest’s Throat in Front of the Whole Congregation

moaned when I pushed them open and every head in the back pew turned.

I walked down that aisle in my cut and my boots like I belonged there. Maybe I did.

Father Murphy was at the pulpit reading from the book of Luke. He saw me coming and his voice didn’t even shake. That made me angrier than the rest of it.

I stepped up onto the altar. People started continue reading …