Herb Shreve’s mother always said he would be a preacher. He fought this destiny until he heard the voice of God say “Herb, preach!” Many sermons later, a late night return from a revival ended in an altercation with his teenage son. Realizing the emotional distance between them, Herb purchased two motorcycles to rekindle their bond. Traveling to rallies, Herb saw hurt and pain masquerading behind black leather and roaring engines. Here were thousands who would never enter church doors. His wife gave him thirty days and the promise of Tupperware income. Discover for yourself how $17 and submission to God’s will built the Christian Motorcyclists Association – now a global ministry, serving all 50 states and 30 countries worldwide.