July 2016 I was at the Celebrate Recovery Summit in Murfreesboro TN. I was talking to a couple of other CR Bikers and we all expressed an interest in some kind of CR Motorcycle Group. Shortly after returning home we continued our conversation and launched Broken Chains JC. I became the National President.

Fast forward to November 2016. I felt compelled by God to hit the road, on my motorcycle to share the hope I’d found in Jesus. I told my wife and asked her to pray about it. Knowing that if I began travelling the country she couldn’t go with me and she would have to stay home alone while I travelled.

A couple days later I rode up to Youngsville, NC to a small country church to share my story. As I finished the pastor of the church approached me and said, “Jeff, you’re a missionary, a motorcycle missionary and we’re a mission minded church. I’d like you to come back and talk to my congregation about supporting you on a monthly basis.” When I told my wife we both agreed that God had answered our prayer for confirmation and I began making plans to get on the road.

As the National President of Broken Chains JC I did not, and do not receive any financial support from that organization. I did not want to give any appearance of impropriety by taking money.

My calling as a motorcycle missionary was separate from leading Broken Chains JC. I soon realized that I needed my own non profit in order to raise funding to support my travels. In 2019 I started that process and in 2020 I was granted non profit status by the federal government.

In the last 4 years I’ve ridden my motorcycle over 85,000 miles, flown and driven my truck many more. I’ve shared my story, taught, and preached at churches all over the country. I’m a Hope Dealer and God has used me in churches around the country to reach hurting people right in the pews who know Jesus but have not plugged in to the power and freedom He came that we might have, John 10:10.

But where God uses me the most….is at the gas stations, restaurants, motorcycle shops, hotels, airports, and rest areas. There is a hopeless world out there and they are dying.

You cannot live without hope and people are looking for that hope in worldly things. Drugs, alcohol, sex, relationships, money, success, and the list goes on. But they come up lacking. The hope found in worldly things is temporary and only leaves you needing more and more until the frustration becomes more than many can bear. People have exchanged the Truth for a lie. It shows in record drug overdose deaths, around 270 everyday in the United States. Suicide rates, over 130 people in the United States take their lives everyday.
God is using me to help people exchange the lies for the Truth. Helping dying, hopeless people realize that change is possible, that healing is available, that hope is real.

I’ve come to realize you don’t have to fly over a mission field to get to a mission field. I’m a Motorcycle Missionary on the highways and backroads of the United States. Reaching people that would never trust a guy in a suit and tie. My motorcycle, long hair, tattoos, and earrings are all tools God uses to make me approachable, to legitimize my story about the hopelessness I’ve experienced and the hope I’ve found. I’m reaching people that others would never reach.

As my ministry continues to expand with invitations to travel to churches around the country. I’m hoping to be able to put aside my job, as the owner of a remodeling company, and become a full time missionary. I also hope that in the future, as the support for my mission grows, that I can sponsor other Motorcycle Missionaries to ride around the country to do what I do. To reach folks the church has hurt or left behind.

I am leaving the 99 to reach the 1.

I’m just a beggar letting other beggars know where the bread is.