I used to think of God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there, sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn't really know Him.
But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though
life were rather like a bike, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that
Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was He
suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since I took the
back seat to Jesus, My Lord. Christ makes life exciting. When I had control, I
thought I knew the way, but it was rather boring, but predictable. It was the
shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long
cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places and at breakneck speeds; it was
all I could do to hang on! Even though it often looked like madness, He said
"Pedal!" I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are you
taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered the adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm
scared", He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts
of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me their gifts to take on my journey,
our journey, my Lord's and mine. And we were off again. He said, "Give the
gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the
people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was
light.
I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life.
I thought He'd
wreck it, but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make
it bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary
passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and
I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my
delightful constant companion, Christ.
And when I'm sure I
just can't do any more, He just smiles and says ... "Pedal."
-- Author Unknown
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