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

I’m a biker, and last Sunday I walked into St. Mary’s Catholic Church during the 9 a.m. service with a hunting knife in my vest.

Forty years on the road. Three combat tours before that. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of.

But what I did that morning was the only right thing I’ve ever done in a church.

The doors were heavy. Wood and iron. They continue reading …